Grayson POV
Timothy came back from lunch with a big smile on his face, even as he eyed me warily, putting his coat and wallet down.
"Nice lunch?" I enquired smoothly.
"It was fantastic," he said "Sir about Rachel, she didn't mean to..."
"She meant exactly what she said" my voice was sharp but not angry "and I cannot blame her for wanting to protect her friend" I added a little softer, causing Timothy to look relieved "in fact she did me a favor by forcing me to acknowledge the feelings I have for my wife. I love her Timothy" I admitted, my assistant gaping at me "something I never thought would happen."
"Well that's fantastic," he said with a stunned expression "when are you going to tell her?" he asked.
I frowned "I don't know. I haven't exactly ever said the words to any woman
