Grayson: A Bad Boy Romance Read Free Page B

hottest new club in Miami, G. Have you been living under a rock for the past few weeks?” Tommy shakes his head in disgust, as if Grayson were wasting his time by not being up-to-date on the club scene.
     
    “Whatever makes you happy, Tommy.” Grayson heads towards the massage room, prepared for his muscles to scream as they get worked over.
     
    “Tonight is going to be awesome, Gray, seriously, seriously awesome. The guys are going to be so psyched that you’re coming.” Tommy grabs his phone and is already filling their other team members in on the night that they’re all about to have.
     
    Grayson shakes his head, smiling to himself and wondering when exactly it was that he had lost that youthful exuberance, or if he even ever had it to begin with. He was only twenty-eight, but he felt every one of those years as if they were a lifetime. Absently, he rubs his hand over the fresh tattoo on his forearm. It was a Celtic design symbolizing strength. He’d designed it to cover over the scar his father had left him on that arm from his belt. He was done with having the reminders of a man whom he hates broadcast all over his body. Grayson has used tattoos to cover each and every one of those memories. There aren’t any left, but he still doesn’t feel like he is free of his father. He wonders if he ever will be.
     
    “I know, we’re going to get more ass than a toilet seat tonight, man!” Tommy’s animated voice filters through Grayson’s thoughts, bringing him back from the past.
     
    Perhaps another night of meaningless sex is just what the doctor ordered. Perhaps it will stop him from thinking about everything, about the man whom he killed in the ring, about the man who drove him to that ring in the first place, and about the girl whom he left behind. Perhaps a night of debauchery with Tommy and the guys will stop him from thinking about all of that, at least for a little while, at least for tonight.

 
    ADRIANA
     
    Saturdays were always busy at the hospital, and today is no exception.
     
    “Is it gonna leave a scar?” The kid is only twelve, but he barely flinches while Adriana sews up the impressive cut on his knee. She doesn’t usually treat kids in the ER, but they’ve been run off of their feet and need the extra pair of hands.
     
    “Probably a small one.” Adriana has never understood the point of lying to children or giving them false hope. She remembers what that feels like all too well. “But you’ll have a great story to tell the other kids at school. Besides, girls dig boys with scars.” She flashes David a smile that lights up her whole face.
     
    “Scars are cool.” It’s an affirmation rather than a question, as he inspects the neat job that Adriana has done on him. “But girls are whack.”
     
    “Oh really?” Adriana arches an eyebrow at him, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. She wonders if his assessment of the female species includes the girl whom he had, no doubt, been showing off in front of when he fell and sliced his leg open.
     
    “Well maybe not all girls,” he grudgingly admits. “So…do you have a boyfriend?” He asks the question casually, looking down at his knee rather than at her.
     
    Adriana half-wonders if Willow has put the kid up to this to drive home the sad state of affairs of her relationship with the opposite sex. “No, not at the moment, David. But I think I’m a little old for you.”
     
    He blushes to the tips of his ears and starts trying to dig out of the hole he’s just landed himself in. “No, I mean, I know. I was just asking for a…a friend, yeah. My friend who came in here with me. He said you were really pretty.”
     
    Adriana bites her lip to stop herself from smiling at the sweetness of this tough city kid. “Well, you can tell your friend thank you, from me, but I don’t date people I meet through work, no matter how charming.”
     
    “Another admirer, Adriana? We’re going to have to start selling tickets to see