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Are you in Grayson’s lane or Ethan’s lane??
30 Days of Dolan. Day 2- Laughing
30 Days of Dolan. Day 3- In Red
30 Days of Dolan! Day 4-Young
30 Days of Dolan! Day 5- Fav Hairstyle
Gray- Puffy, Higlighted hair
Ethan- Iconic Streaks. Any damn colour.
30 Days of Dolan- Day 6-With Kids
30 Days of Dolan. Day 7- Wearing hats
30 Days of Dolan. Day 8- In the Car
30 Days of Dolan. Day 9- Eating
30 Day of Dolan! Day 10- Sleeping
30 Days of Dolan! Day 11- Twins with other celebrities
30 Days of Dolan. Day 13-Dancing
30 Days of Dolan. Day 14-With Fans
30 Days of Dolan. Day 15- Messy Hair
Fifty Shades of Grayson
Cast:
Emily Matthews has a best friend, Hannah Benson and is close friends with Jason Rodriguez. Ashley Matthews and Adam Matthews are her parents.
Grayson Dolan has a brother, Ethan Dolan and a sister, Cameron Dolan. Lisa Dolan and Sean Dolan are his parents.
Ethan Dolan has a brother, Grayson Dolan and a sister, Cameron Dolan. Lisa Dolan and Sean Dolan are his parents.
Cameron Dolan has two brothers, Ethan Dolan and Grayson Dolan. Lisa Dolan and Sean Dolan are her parents.
Hannah Benson is bestfriends with Emily Matthews and is close friends with Jason Rodriguez.
Lisa Dolan has a husband, Sean Dolan, a daughter, Cameron dolan and two sons, Ethan and Grayson Dolan.
Sean Dolan has a wife, Lisa Dolan, a daughter, Cameron Dolan and two sons, Ethan and Grayson Dolan.
Ashley Matthews has a husband, Adam Matthews, and a daughter, Emily Matthews.
Adam Matthews has a wife, Ashley Matthews and a daughter, Emily Matthews.
Jason Rodriguez is close friends with Emily Matthews and Hannah Benson.
Paul Clayton is close friends with Emily Matthews. Mr. Clayton and Mrs. Clayton are his parents. His brother owns Clayton's Hardware Store.
Fifty Shades of Grayson-G.D
Chapter 1
Emily’s POV:
I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair - it just won't behave and damn Hannah Benson for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal.
I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission.
I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush.
I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with dark brown eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi presentable.
EMILY'S OUTFIT:
Hannah is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she'd arranged to do, with some mega industrialist tycoon i've never heard of, for the student newspaper.
So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram for, one essay to finish, and I'm supposed to be working this afternoon, but no - today I have to drive a hundred sixty-five miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Dolan Enterpises Holdings Inc.
As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our university, his time is extradornarily precious - much more precious than mine - but he has granted Hannah an interview. A real coup, she tells me. Damn her extra-curricular activities.
Hannah is huddled on the couch in the living room.
"Emily, I'm sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can't blow this off. Please," Hannah begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice.
How does she do it? Even when she's ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, brown hair and her brown hazel eyes bright.
"Of course, I'll go Hannah. You should get back to bed. Would you like some NyQuil or Tylenol?"
"NyQuil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disk recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I'll transcribe it all."
"I know nothing about him," I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.
"The questions will see you through. Go. It's a long drive. I don't want you to be late.
"Okay. I'm going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later." I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Hannah, would I do this .
"I will. Good luck. And thanks Emily - as usual, you're my lifesaver."
Gathering my satchel, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I let Hannah talk me into this. But then Hannah can talk anyone into anything.
She'll make an exceptional journalist. She's articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful - and she's my dearest, dearest friend.
Fifty Shades of Grayson
Cast
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Fifty Shades of Grayson-G.D
Chapter 2
Emily's POV:
The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, WA toward Portland and I-5. It's early, and I don't have to be in Seattle until two this afternoon.
Fortunately, Hannah's lent me her sporty Mercedes CLK. I'm sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in time. Oh, the Merc is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I floor the pedal to the metal.
My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Dolan's global enterprise.
It's a huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect's utilitarian fantasy, with Dolan House written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors.
It's a quarter to two when I arrive, greatly relieved that I'm not late as I walk into the enormous - and frankly intimidating - glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby.
Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles pleasantly at me.
She's wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks immaculate.
"I'm here to see Mr. Dolan. Emily Matthews for Hannah Benson."
"Excuse me one moment, Miss Matthews." She arches her eyebrow slightly as I stand self-consciously before her.
I am beginning to wish I'd borrowed one of Hannah's formal blazers. I have made an effort and worn my one and only presentable dress and my sensible white heels. For me, this is smart.
I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn't intimidate me.
"Miss Benson is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Matthews. You'll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor." She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in.
She hands me a security pass that has VISITOR very firmly stamped on the front. I can't help with my smirk. Surely it's obvious that I'm just visiting. I don't fit here at all.
Nothing changes. I inwardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators past the two security men who are both far more smartly dressed than I am in their well-cut black suits.
The elevator whisks me with terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide open, and I'm in another lobby - again all glass, steel and white sandstone.
I'm confronted by another desk of sandstone and another young blonde woman dressed impeccably in black and white who rises to greet me.
"Miss Matthews, could you wait here please?" She points to a seated area of white leather chairs.
Behind the leather chairs is a spacious glass-walled meeting room with an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty matching chairs around it.
Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the Seattle skyline that looks out through the city toward the Sound.
It's a stunning vista, and I'm momentarily paralyzed by the view.
Wow.