Grayson's POV
My Grandfather's facial expression was shrewd as he sat down in his chair and regarded me. "Why do I have the feeling you were about to tell me something I wasn't going to like back there?" he asked as soon as the door was shut behind me.
He was never one to mince words, my grandfather.
"Grandfather you know I respect you and this has nothing to do with my father, but I don't want the company anymore."
His brows shot straight up. "Don't want the company" he repeated in a dangerous tone "Since when Grayson? That's always been on the forefront of your mind. It was the very reason for you getting married in the first place" he said indignantly.
My expression was neutral "It was" I agreed without rancor "but things changed Grandfather. I no longer desire the company or per
