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"grayson's not here"
Pietro grinned
leant against the door frame
his hulking figure
completely
dwarfing meI could smell cologne
and freshly pressed Armani
and sugar
hot sugar
it was burning"Who said I was looking for Grayson?"
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S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16