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Next day...

--Jane--

"Grayson, get up. I have a photoshoot today, and I'm gonna be late if you don't get off me!" I yell at Grayson because he is holding me in a death trap he calls a hug, while he half-sleeps. He just groans.

"No! I want to stay in my bed with my wife, and hug her, because I love her very much." He pulls me in closer, and tighter.

"Grayson!"

"Jane!

"I'm gonna call my mom and ask for a divorce!" I threaten.

"You can't; your phone is downstairs, and she won't let you!"

"Yes, I can; I always sleep with my phone in my hand, and I will tell her that I'll marry again if she wants." He gasps.

"You fucking wouldn't?!"

"I fucking would!" With that said, he instantly lets me go, and I get up from the bed. "Thanks, babe!" I laugh, and he shakes his head as he lays alone in bed. Grayson looks cute while he's half asleep; hair messy, shirtless, the way he looks when he's still tired. He's so adorable for a 24 year old, even though he likes to act like a 4 year old.

I go brush my teeth, and once I'm done, I pick out an outfit for today for my photoshoot, and after my meeting. After I do my daily routine (brush hair, wash face, moisturize, apply makeup, get dressed) I go to the kitchen for breakfast.

I get down and instantly see Grayson sitting down in his seat. "Goodmorning!" I smile, and he turns around in his seat and smiles. He gets up and makes his way to me, and engulfs me in a hug.

"Morning, Jane. I love you." He keeps his arms tight around my waist, and I giggle at his clinginess. Who knows what would happen if we liked each other five years ago. Would he be just as clingy? Would he get this excited to see me in the morning?

"Gray..."

"Hmm?" He hums into my hair as he inhales my perfume.

"I want to have some breakfast before my shoot." I tell him, as I'm still engulfed in his death trap he calls a hug.

"Eat me for breakfast instead." I raise an eye brow.

"What did you say?" He tenses up at my words. I'm guessing he just realized what he said.

"Uh, nothing, let's have some breakfast." He lets me go, and I giggle as we sit down across the table from each other.

"Mrs. Dolan, what would you like for your breakfast?" Janice, another one of my maids, asks as I sip on my water.

"Um, I'll just have an omelette, thanks. Also, call me Jane, I seem too old when someone calls me Mrs. Dolan." I tell her.

"That's too informal; you are my boss, so I have to be formal with you. It's the polite thing to do." I laugh.

"Whatever floats your boat, Janice."

"And you, Mr. Dolan, what you like for breakfast?" She asks gray.

"Pancakes, please." She nods and tells the chef to get to work. Grayson takes a sip of his coffee, and turns his attention to me. "So, what type of shoot are you doing today?"

"Actually, we're having two shoots in one day, and on the same set. One for Flaunt Mag, and the other for Guess because they're welcoming me into the Guess family. I'm gonna shoot with some other person, so I hope it goes well, and they're not an asshole." He chuckles.

"Just call me over, and I'll tell 'em to straighten up." I giggle. "Don't worry, babe. I'm sure it'll go fine today."

"Thanks, Gray." I smile.