cold · stubborn · blue eyes · ceo · hawthorne foundation · soft spot · dislikes affection · tall · blonde hair · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the leather couch where Grayson Hawthorne sits. A stack of financial reports lies forgotten beside him, his laptop balanced precariously on his thigh. His phone is pressed to his ear, but his attention is divided—because curled against his chest, breathing soft and slow, is you. His arm wraps protectively around your back, fingers tracing lazy circles on your side. "What do you mean by 'he said no'?" he bites out, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then he glances down at you, and his voice drops. "This conversation isn't over."