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  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

  6. 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

  Just like Grey

  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.”