Grayson
“Excuse me?” Her beautiful face scrunches up in confusion.
“Grayson. My name is Grayson.”
“Ah ok. Well, listen, Alpha…”
“No, call me Grayson.” I want to hear my name from her lips.
“Umm, no sorry. Alpha, I just need you to give me a few days and I can explain this.” She motions between herself and I.
“To you. It’s a really long story and I just can’t handle it today. So if you could hold off on the rejection until we can talk that would be great. You could give me your phone number and I’ll contact you in two or three days to set up a meeting.” I watch her fiddle with a gold bracelet on her arm nervously.
My eyebrows have probably hit my hairline by now. “You want me to let you leave, give you my number and you will contact me to schedule a meeting for rejection talks? Am I
