Dispute Resolution

Chapter Nineteen

Gray was punishing himself, he knew that, but he didn't care. He'd just pounded the footpath for the past ten kilometres and he considered going for more. It felt good, it was early evening, so the risk of any paparazzi following him was minimal and he could finally be alone with his thoughts. He'd been working all day, even though it was the weekend. In fact, he'd he'd done nothing but work for the past two days since Quinn had kicked him out of her apartment. He'd been busy. He'd made sure of it. It meant he didn't have to think about her. But now, with his endorphins pumping, it was like a slow motion montage exploding in his mind to the backdrop of the tunes playing on his iPod.

He thought back to that first day in his office. She'd come in spitting fire. No other woman had ever treated him that way before and it set her apart. How one woman could make him feel so many emotions in one hit- anger, amusement, arousal, he didn't know. But what it did make him realise was that his love life before Quinn had been consistent, to say the least. Boring was more like it. He'd hummed along. There were no bumps in the road. Quinn made things exciting like a rollercoaster and he was starting to realise he liked it like that.

And she was beautiful. Far more beautiful than Victoria and yet Quinn didn't even seem to care about that. Beauty, like money, wasn't important to her, she was all about what lay beneath, what made a person. It was a rare trait and she was exactly the type of person he needed in his life. It was why he wasn't going to give her up without a fight. He just needed to work out how he was going to win Quinn Sinclair over. Somehow he didn't think impressing her with his wealth was going to wash.

Gray turned the corner and jogged down the laneway toward the back entrance of his house. Mercifully tonight, the press had decided to disperse. They'd been a constant presence in the last few days and weeks, especially in the wake of the photo of himself and Quinn, but tonight his way was clear apart from one car parked on the road. His spine tingled. Immediately he knew who it was. Curtis greeted him at the back door to his house.

"Your father and brother are here to see you," he informed him.

"I figured as much," Gray said, suddenly on high alert.

He'd been expecting this confrontation and he wasn't looking forward to it. He grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen on his way through to the living room where he saw his dad sitting there waiting for him while his brother had helped himself to a scotch. It was Dylan who noticed his presence first.

"Great game last weekend," Dylan said the moment he walked in. Gray said nothing. "I really liked the bit where the Alpha's lost the game."

"Get to the point, Dylan," Gray said, still breathless from his run.

"Enough, both of you," yelled their dad. "I didn't raise my boys to fight."

"Or to stab each other in the back," Dylan added.

"I said enough," Martin intervened again. "Gray, Dylan told me he saw you with that journalist at the football game."

"That journalist's name is Quinn," he replied.

"So, you are involved with her then?"

"Yes."

"Stop thinking with your cock and start showing some loyalty to your family," Martin said.

"Is that what you came over to tell me, because if that's all you'd like to discuss, then you can both just leave again," Gray said, folding his arms and glaring at them.

He wasn't about to tell them that Quinn had called it quits on their relationship anyway, especially when he still had plans to fight for her.

"You've gone too far, this time, Gray," Martin said. "First you left the company and now you're sleeping with a woman you shouldn't be, a woman who you hated as much as we did only last year."