All Chapters of Mr. Grayson: Billionaires' Club Book 4 : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Fuck. I knew I could do this. I understood that Bree needed to know, but could I be the man she needed if this news was received horribly? I was throwing that damn word love around like I understood what it entirely meant. Hell, I pulled a marriage proposal out of my ass, and why? Because I trusted and cared enough about her to let her in a little bit on my fuckedup past?“Alex?” Bree questioned, her hand brushing along the stubble on my face. “You look like you’re going to tie me up and have your way with me or something?” She smiled as I let out a breath. “Why the dark expression so suddenly?”I chewed on the inside of my tightened bottom lip. “How’s a walk on the beach sound?”She cocked her head to the side curiously. “I’d rather take my sexy lover to bed,” she grinned. “I’m down for a walk, but we missed the sunset by four hours or so.”“San Diego beaches are beautiful with or without sunsets,” I smiled. “Go and change into something that will keep you warm. There’s something—” I

After we got back to the hotel room, Bree seemed numb in thought, and that’s when I knew for sure that love was more than sex and more than admiring a woman from across the room, or while she worked, or hearing her call out my name. All of that was a fantastic addition to being attached to a woman, but what love was proving itself to mean to me was entirely different. It was allowing this beautiful soul to curl up around me and let me hold her as her broken heart shed tears until she fell asleep peacefully at my side.I didn’t interrogate her. I didn’t try to fix her sadness. I didn’t do all the shit I always did when I delivered shitty news. I just held her and loved her with every ounce of my being. I knew now that Breanne Stone was mine to love, care for, and adore until she either pushed me away or I left this life.There was no other woman for me but her. No other woman I could ever hold and give a damn about. When you were with her, you saw sincerity and love that went deeper th

My hands went from nearly tearing out his always perfectly styled hair from his head to massaging it while I rode out the pleasure. My favorite part of all of this was when Alex brought his mouth to cover all of my opening, his tongue massaging my orgasm as it gushed into his mouth. His whimpers and soft moans as if he were devouring a savory steak was what created the constant ripple effect of a throbbing sensation that surged through my clit and inside of me while I came in him.Alex kissed and licked at the inside of my thighs before I was in his arms, and we wound up using the bedroom to continue through the night. Thank God tomorrow was a beach day because I was all about laying out and dreaming up our next rounds. The addictions and cravings were back, and I seriously wondered how we managed only to have sex once a week after this perfect reunion.I was on my stomach, ass in the air, and Alex was working over my pussy with his length when his phone alerted that Alex never put th

I told myself that I didn’t give a fuck about what my old man said or who he said it to while I was here paying my final respects to my mom, but here I was, unable to sleep—afraid to sleep—worried that Bree was about to discover the truth of who I really was.She would see the man behind the illusion I put on for the world. Although, it never felt like an illusion until these damn emotions took control of me. My grandfather busted his ass to give me the second chance I deserved. Even though my mom had sent me away, and Jane hated her for that, my mother never treated me like the evil human my father did.“So long as everyone is fucking aware, the past is in the past, Jen,” I whispered from where I hid in my usual office on Mitchell and Associates’ luxury jet.“Alex, we all swore not to say one word about you or any of it. This is why I don’t understand why you showed up after her stroke and why you’re coming here now.”“I have my reasons. Regardless of what everyone believes, I’m not

“Until she’s in the ground,” I said firmly, then brushed past him, eyeing my sister Jen and her greasy-haired husband on my way out of the chapel hall.Fuck if I didn’t hate that man more with every stride that I took out of that room. Son of a bitch. I suddenly felt like that little boy who didn’t understand why his father despised him. I felt weak with emotion, and I hated it.I had to go to the grave. I had to see it for myself and try to finally make sense of it all. The grave was the reason the old man hated me with every bone in his body.I marched through the brisk streets, seeing the entrance to the cemetery and the plot that was dug up across the tree-covered, snow-filled lawns— Mom’s final resting place. I kept walking, and I chewed on my bottom lip when I stopped and stood in front of the headstone that read my twin brother’s name.“Albert,” I softly said, not remembering him well. We were only six years old when it happened.I couldn’t say another word. I couldn’t do anyth