All Chapters of Mr. Grayson: Billionaires' Club Book 4 : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“I know,” she patted my cheek. “Now, go do what you do best. You were down here for work, right?”“Right,” I said. “I guess we’ll see if we get another chance to meet up again on another time.”“We always do.” She grinned and then got in the car and drove out of the parking lot.I had to hold onto the happiness I had with Breanne, the feelings of love and being loved for the first time. I wouldn’t allow any of it to go to waste —no way in hell. I was moving forward whether or not Jane believed I could hang onto this like she could hang onto her plane.All I wanted now was to be in Bree’s arms, but I knew I had to detox from this conversation first, or I’d be spilling my guts to her.Just when I thought the thought, my phone buzzed.Bree: Surprise! I finally met your friends, and we had a pretty fantastic flight to San Diego.What the fuck? Bree texted the hotel where they were headed and where to meet them for Elena’s tuna sandwich picnic, and I knew they were all here. All here, and

She giggled. “Collin was the same way. Sex, right?”I laughed in return. “They all must somehow be related.”“They’re cut from the same cloth; that’s for sure.”“Whenever a kissing scene pops up, he uses that as an excuse to prove how he can outplay those actors.” I rolled my eyes in humor behind my sunglasses.“I positively love hearing this,” she looked out at where the men were playing with the kids, “it proves that two souls have found each other. Now, I just want to know how long we’ll have to wait to watch you get to finally walk down the aisle like the beautiful bride you must’ve been the day you had to play a sex tape.”“The only thing special about that day was when I mortified all of the wealthy people my aunts invited and my ex’s ability to lie his way out of the affair. You know, all the stuff that goes along with playing sex tapes at weddings.”She relaxed further into her lounge chair with a grin. “You’ve got the same feisty spirit that I have; although, I would’ve cut t

“It’s not that unusual to offer the check to the one who receives the award. I’ve already spoken with the chairman and requested they give the money to the late Brian Stone’s daughter. Unfortunately, since we own Brian Stone’s company, they’re entrusting us to offer her the money to donate to a cause of her choosing or to use it to advance the architectural firm in his name.”“Why do the chairmen of masquerade events act as ambiguous as the masquerade itself? They should give her the funds raised on his behalf and allow her to invest in the company if that’s what she desires.” I sighed. “It all has to be fucking difficult, and she is still the CEO of the fucking place.”“I’ll cut the shit about the award, the group, and why Brian Stone is being honored and celebrated,” Jim said, seeing my frustration rise because shit like this annoyed the hell out of both of us.This was particularly annoying because these things were always staged for the wealthiest to attend, act like they gave a f

The way her voice changed, her whines, whimpers, moans, and her legs fully open and allowing me to fill her deep was intoxicating. I was coming undone in my own way with her erotic sounds, the goosebumps covering her body, and her fingers, which were now digging into my forearms.She went to turn her head the second I felt her pussy tighten against my last thrust, and there was no way I was losing out on the expression I was waiting to see. I cradled her face to keep her dazed eyes staring into mine. I was holding back but ready to feel this bliss the second I allowed my dick to have its way.She closed her eyes when she licked her parted lips. “Fuck, I feel so high right now,” she said, confirming the exact numbing sensation that was occurring within me. “I love you fucking me.” That’s when I felt her pussy clenching all around me in a fiery orgasm that nearly went into me.“Fuck yes,” I seethed, my eyes becoming heavy as they always did right before I came hard inside my woman.Whil

“Does Jim know about this?”“Jim knows that my father was an abusive alcoholic, and my grandfather saved me from that bastard, just as his father saved him from his drug addict mother.”“Oh, wow,” I said. “And is he okay? Jesus Christ.”“In the end, Jim’s story played out nicely,” he grinned. “He’s happily married with two beautiful daughters.”“And your story? How does Alex’s story end?”He grinned at me. “He learns to love hard and become fearless in doing so.” He pulled me to lay on his body. “You say I saved you. Well, that was merely in business.” His hands ran over my back. “Because of you, I’ve learned how to do what my family said I was never capable of doing.”“And that is?”“Loving. I’m in love with a beautiful woman. That’s my happy ending, baby,” he grinned. “And one I never believed I deserved until recently.”“You probably felt that way because your dad impressed that in your brain a long time ago.”“Possibly. Either way, now you know the dark secret of Alexander Logan G