All Chapters of Mr. Grayson: Billionaires' Club Book 4 : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Um, are you okay?” Alex asked as he knocked on my door again. I reluctantly reopened the door, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet— and looking like it, too. “I have four bags for you. They’re filled with all the remedies I could find for a cold or the flu.” I could hear the humor in his voice.“What are you doing here?” I eyed the paper bags he held by their handles, veins popping in his muscular arms. “And with all of this?”“Well, I was invited to check out a club with my friends tonight,” he casually stepped past me as if I’d invited him in, “and there was a rumor circulating the place that you’re on your deathbed.”I turned and started to follow him down into my living room when I spied the brochures the real estate agent had set out on my entryway table. I quickly snatched them and dumped them into the coat closet before rushing to meet him in my living room. I tried to seek comfort from the lights of Downtown Los Angeles from my wall of windows behind where Alex stood

“We believe that you’re keeping everything on the down-low because you’re stubborn, prideful, and, surprisingly, a pathological liar,” he said with a smirk on his face.“I don’t need rescuing,” I said, setting this record straight. “I knew that if they found out, they’d stop the sale and loan me the money to pull my ass out of the pit I fell into by trusting my employees.”“That’s the prideful part I just mentioned,” he said, shifting gears, navigating this car as if we were on a racetrack. “The stubborn part, well, that’s why all the lying commenced; is it not?”I frowned, willing myself not to cry. This was humiliating. I didn’t want to admit any of this to myself, much less Alex. I fucking hated crying, and it seemed that’s all I’d done since meeting this man.“Listen,” Alex’s voice changed as he took an exit that led us into the hills, “we all get it. It’s shit, and your friends give a fuck. That’s a damn good thing, Bree.”He called me by my nickname—the one used by my family and

How I went from being merely attracted to Breanne to this was the million-fucking-dollar question. I’d gone so far as convincing myself there was some love potion mixed into her perfume to rationalize all of this shit. This is why I needed a drink, this is why she should stay away from me, and this is every reason why I didn’t want her to. For the first time in my impossible life, I was attracted to a woman beyond wishing to fuck her.I wanted to see her smile at me in a humorous conversation. I desired to watch her green eyes dazzle when she flashed that dimpled smile—oh, sweet Jesus, I’d even called her dimples earlier! I was in so far over my head. Thank God she was so angry I was on this rescue mission that she’d missed that part.“This is your place?” she asked when the overhead door opened, and we pulled into my immaculate garage. “Impressive.”I pulled in and parked next to my CJ7 Jeep, the vehicle that only left this garage on the rare occasion I strapped my board to it and me

“That would be the good witch,” she turned back to look out at the water. “You’ve likely upset the Witch of the West; that’s the wicked one with the monkeys.”“Indeed. Now, about the condo.” And getting back on track. “Why the hell are you getting rid of the last asset you have? Haven’t you lost enough in all of this crap you’ve been wading through?”“I have lost enough, and as I told you, I don’t need rescuing,” she said. “The sale of my home will pay off every debt I owe, get me into renting a new apartment until I’m financially stable enough to buy a new one, and I’ll be able to afford a cheap car that can get me to and from work.”“You realize your next check—”“I know exactly what my next paycheck will be. I’ve been donating most of it to help keep Stone alive. I also know what it feels like to liquidate funds and lose shit for things I think are good.” She looked at me as Istudied her. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”“I’ve seen the millions that an anonymous person has

“You couldn’t look like an idiot if you tried.” He winked and rubbed his hands on a kitchen towel. “Let me go grab you something. You obviously didn’t have much light to pack at your house with last evening either,” he teased, and his smile was radiantly sexy.Great, now everything the man was doing was sending me into a hormonal frenzy. His dark blond hair with its sexy wave was beyond fucka-licious—as Nat would say. His ass was more pronounced, and with a firmness that only the distressed denim jeans he wore could outline exceptionally well for me.I reached for a white square plate that Alex had set out next to the muffins and other baked goods. I smiled, recalling that Alex was keenly observant about my greatest weakness and most immense love—chocolate anything. The bite of the muffin I took melted in my mouth like butter.Does the man bake too? I thought with a stupid smile on my face.“Here you go,” he said. “The hoodie might be old and raggedy, but it’s warm.”I took the sweats