Just Like Grey
Series ONE Complete Set + Two Bonus Books
Jessie Cooke
J. S. Cooke
Redline Publishing
Copyright © 2017 by Jessie Cooke
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Contents
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Prequel
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Just Like Grey
1. Axel
2. Holly
3. Axel
4. Holly
5. Holly
6. Axel
7. Holly
8. Holly
9. Axel
10. Holly
11. Axel
12. Holly
13. Axel
14. Holly
15. Holly
16. Axel
17. Axel
18. Axel
19. Holly
20. Axel
21. Holly
22. Axel
23. Holly
24. Axel
25. Holly
26. Axel
27. Holly
28. Axel
29. Holly
30. Axel
31. Holly
32. Holly
33. Axel
34. Holly
More Like Grey
1. Olivia
2. Olivia
3. Olivia
4. Olivia
5. Olivia
7. Ryan
8. Olivia
9. Ryan
10. Olivia
11. Ryan
12. Olivia
13. Ryan
14. Olivia
15. Ryan
16. Olivia
17. Ryan
18. Olivia
19. Ryan
20. Olivia
Secrets and Lies
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Just like Grey SERIES Two
Acknowledgments
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Prequel
1
“So, you want to be Just like Grey?”
“Not just like…obviously, I’ll be much better. I’m richer than him…better looking, bigger cock, better personality, no baggage and I’m not a stalker.”
“But you’re not him. Yet you want everything that he has and does. Perhaps I should also throw in here that he’s not even real. He was created out of some woman’s mind…”
“Yadi, yadi, yadi! Listen Leah, I don’t pay you to disagree with me. You’re my shrink. You’re supposed to help me get the best out of my life. The best for me is an Anastasia tied up in my apartment with me doing what makes me happy and her loving every minute of it.”
“As long as we’re on the subject, Anastasia is not real either.”
“We weren’t on that subject, you were. I don’t believe this is your session, it’s mine. I’m paying a fortune for it so we need to talk about me and what I want.”
“Axel, we’ve talked about how being rich and good-looking is not necessarily the key to getting everything you want…”
“Any woman that would want more than a billionaire who looks like a Greek God and fucks like a porn star is either not right in the head or she’s a lesbian…hmm…a lesbian. That might be fun…of course, only if I had two. One lesbian wouldn’t do me any good…”
“Axel! You’re doing it again,” Her face was turning red and the pulse in her temple was throbbing. It wasn’t very attractive.
“Doing what?”
“Veering off the subject.”
“You’re the one that brought up the lesbians.”
Leah rolled her eyes. I was beginning to wonder if our therapeutic relationship had run its course. “Let’s leave that alone for now,” she said. “This appointment was supposed to be about revisiting your control issues. Let’s focus on that.”
“Why do you get to say what we focus on?”
With a sigh, she said, “Because I’m the professional.”
That gave me so many ideas. I smiled. She knew me too well. She narrowed her eyes and waited f
or it. “How about this,” I said. “We give you a break from being the serious “professional” and we pretend I’m the doctor and you’re the slutty patient. You’re here confessing all of your sexual misdeeds to me and since I’ve already tried everything in my professional bag of tricks…I bend you over my knee and…”
“Axel!”
“Spank that sexy ass.”
“Oh Axel,” she pinched the bridge of her nose like she was fighting off a migraine. I really wish she’d call in sick when she isn’t feeling well. If she’s focusing on a headache, how can she give me her full attention?
“Listen, I’ve paid for two appointments in a row and sent that lovely girl in the lobby for a two-hour lunch. I have everything we’ll need in my briefcase…”
She snorted. It was an actual snort. It took her from an 8 ½ down to a 6, just like that. I mean if she’d been doing a line it would be different, but just as a noise, it was very unattractive. I’d still do her, but I wouldn’t be as happy about it.
“You can’t be serious,” she said.
“I’m dead serious. There’s no one here but you and me. Let’s do this, get all of this sexual tension out of the way and then we can move on.”
“You’re not spanking me, Axel!” I smiled, that almost always works…unless the woman happens to be an uptight… “That smile that you’ve been using to manipulate women since you were three and you wanted your Mama to let you have an extra cookie, is not working on me.”
She’s plummeted to a five now. Or maybe she’s just a lesbian…hmm…I wonder if her receptionist is a lesbian too… “Leah, baby…”
“Axel please respect our boundaries here. I’ve asked you not to call me baby.”
I rolled my eyes. She has so many rules. “Fine, what I was going to say is that you and I both know I don’t actually need a therapist. I come here because you have such a fine-looking ass. I dream about spanking it….” I gave her my absolute best puppy dog face. She’s definitely lesbian, it didn’t faze her. That took her back up to a seven.
“Axel, you might think you don’t need a therapist, but I certainly disagree with that. On top of the control issues you are narcissistic, you live in a fantasy world and I believe you might possibly be a sex addict.”
“I don’t see your point.”
She growled. She actually growled like some kind of wild cat. I was getting more turned on by the minute. A sexy, feline lesbian. This would make my whole week. “Get out,” she said.
I furrowed my brow and looked at the clock on her desk. “It’s only been twenty minutes. I paid for two hours.”
“I’ll issue you a full refund…for the whole two hours. If and when you decide that you do need a therapist, I will be happy to refer you to one…a male.”
“Wait, what? Just because you’re lesbian doesn’t mean that I…”
“Dear God! You’re the most exasperating man. Get out, Axel!”
“People don’t throw me out of places,” I told her.
“This is my place, I can throw you out if I want to,” she said.
“If I’m that exasperating and you’re not going to let me spank you, why have you been seeing me for all these months?”
“Because I believe that there is a nice guy trapped inside of you who wants to get out and can’t. Your need to always be in control and adored and worshipped keeps that soft, kind-hearted part of you stuck way down deep inside. I’d like to help you peel away those layers and reach him.”
I raised an eyebrow and with a grin I said, “So when you “peeled” away all of those pesky layers and you reached him, what exactly would you do to him? Tell me slowly and enunciate each word clearly…”
She grit her teeth, but to her credit she enunciated, “Get the hell out,” very clearly. I could see that her headache or whatever was completely getting in the way of this appointment. I stood up and said,
“So next week should I pay for two sessions?”
“What? Did you not just hear me say I was going to refer you to another therapist?”
“You didn’t mean it,” I told her with a smile. “I’ll see you next week. I’ll keep the afternoon open and you can let me know when you have a two-hour block. We’ll need at least that long.”
“Axel!” I stopped at the door and turned towards her. I took stock of every part of her and not for the first time, imagined her naked.
“Yes?”
“If you do come back, you have got to realize that I will not compromise my position and relax my boundaries, ever.”
A few minutes ago I wasn’t even supposed to come back. “How about doing it for 10K?”
“What? No! Go and don’t come back until you want to take your sessions seriously.”
“Okay, fine. 20K, but I won’t go a penny higher.”
She looked like she was going to have a seizure. “That’s it!” she said, jumping up out of her chair. She really does have a nice ass. “We’re finished Axel. Do not come back or I’ll have them haul you away in a strait jacket.”
I smiled at her. I was thinking that a strait jacket might be even more fun than handcuffs…and I knew she would eventually come around. They all do sooner or later. Women try so hard not to be thought of as sluts. What they needed to realize with me was that I didn’t think of them that way. Nor, did I think of them as sexual objects. I adore women and I see absolutely nothing wrong with a healthy, attractive adult wanting to have a little fun. That’s the problem with the world today, everyone is way too uptight.
“Thank you, Leah,” I blew her a kiss before I left. She slammed the door. She really needs to get those headaches under control.
I’m a music producer. I’m twenty-eight years old and for the past five years I’ve been the one to watch on the music scene. I thought I wanted to be a singer once upon a time and for a couple of years, I gave it a shot. I had a lot of good feedback, but the consensus was that although I was good, I wasn’t quite good enough. I’m not one to settle for that. If I did something, I had to be the best. So, I decided to take my musical talents and go another direction. I realized I had a talent for recognizing talent. The truth was I’d been doing it my entire life. I’d hear a new band or see a new artist and just from the combination of their look and their sound, I knew if they would be famous or crash and burn. Even as a kid, I was rarely wrong. When I got old and wise enough to factor things in like drug overdoses and the propensity for suicide, I was practically at 100%. I had found my niche and all I needed to do was to find my backers. That was a tedious job and it took years. Some people were really good to me. Those people got handsomely rewarded when I did hit it big. Some people were not so good to me…some of them were dicks. Those people are on my “list” and if there is ever anything I can do for them…I won’t. You don’t want to be on my bad side. They don’t call me Axel “The Axe” Maxwell for nothing. I’ve made a big name for myself in this city and over a billion dollars in my short career so far and the sky is the limit. Not bad for a poor kid from Brooklyn.
I got back to my office on the eighteenth floor of my Manhattan building and saw Alicia sitting at her desk. Alicia is the most recent in a long string of secretary’s. I’ve asked Maggie, the sweetheart who runs the temp agency that sends them to me, to send me girls who have a little bit tougher skin. I haven’t tried Alicia out yet…but maybe today was the day. I got off the elevator and stopped at her desk. She was wearing a scoop neck navy blue blouse that showed off just a little bit of cleavage, but nicely outlined how massive the tits underneath were. Her skirt was down to her calves, but it was one of those pencil skirt things and her ass appeared to be as round as her top half with a small waist in between. Alicia’s a blonde…not really my preference, but in a pinch…
I smiled. “How are things going, Alicia?”
She smiled back, nervously. She’s been here almost two months I’m guessing she’s heard stories. “They’re going well, Mr. Maxwell.”