GRAYSON, Finn A.

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'S DAREDEVIL™           S H O W R U N N E R  ... though the linkedin says executive producer  .................................................. Finn Aaron Grayson is a forty year old Executive Producer, whose credits include The Killing, Daredevil, Jessica Jones and Iron Fist. Grayson hails from Burbank, California, where he was raised by his single father, Finn Grayson Senior. Grayson has one daughter, Savannah Fox-Grayson (born September 1st 1998) with his former wife, Sienna Fox. Fox is best known as a cast member of the Bravo TV series 'Real Housewives of Beverly Hills'. .................................................. .................................................. H O O K E D   F R O M   T H E   F I R S T   H O O K   U P         2 months ago FELIX. Hey, quick one. Who are you gonna bring to dad's wedding next week? FINN. Uh, myself? FELIX. You know Sienna RSVP'd yes, right? FINN. I'm aware of dad being a traitor, yeah. FELIX. And you know she's bringing her fiance. FINN. Are you trying to piss me off? FELIX. I guess what I'm trying to say is please don't bring your porn star girlfriend. FINN. She's not my girlfriend. FINN. Or a porn star, come to think of it FELIX. Whatever. Just please don't. FINN. If the aforementioned former porn star happens to be something akin to a girlfriend, I have a right to bring her. FELIX. Just don't. If you're not gonna do it for dad, do it for Savvy. Do you really think she wants to sit at the kid's table between her half brother and the girl her dad's fucking? To watch her mom seethe all night? FINN. ... FINN. ... FINN. ... FINN. Fine, I won't.         now Is there anything better than the gray zone? The limbo that girls always complain about, that bit in between casually seeing someone and officially dating. Like you'd be pissed if they went round flirting in front of you, but really, you don't care too much what they do when you aren't there, because you're off busy doing your own shit. I love that bit. It's like the few seconds right before you cum when you know you're about to and you're so close, that's almost better than the real deal, right? Best of both worlds, girlfriend when you want one and free pass when you need one. You probably wouldn't guess it what with me having a couple ex wives, but I try to drag out the gray zone as much as I can. That's not strictly where Jess and I are. I'd be pissed if I found out she was seeing other guys, I've introduced her to my daughter, and I feel guilty when I flirt with other girls. She's not my girlfriend, but she's not not my girlfriend either. The most important thing is that I wake up next to her the morning after, I'm not immediately counting down the seconds til she leaves. If that ain't love, it's gotta be on the scale. Having said that, she's pretty much the definition of "wouldn't kick her out of bed". We could be together for the rest of our lives and I'd never get bored of fucking her - I mean, seriously, I talk about this a lot behind her back and less to her face, but fucking a porn star (former as she is) is pretty much the sexual pinnacle. It's like being a sexual Olympic athlete. Sometimes she doesn't play ball. There are times I can sense that she wants a softer touch, some eye contact, to feel our heartbeats sync up and for me to kiss her like I'm in love with her. I'm not as against that as I think she thinks I am. But fucking her when she's in Paris mode is like doing a line of coke, it's all adrenaline and a total head rush. When I fuck Paris, I feel like Charlie Sheen at the peak of his #winning phase. Not telling her I knew might have been douchey, but I didn't want her to think that's the reason I'm with her now, even if it was the reason I was interested in her at the start. Not that I'm officially "with" her... god, it's like high school all over again.         6 months ago ..................................................       S A V A N N A H Imagine some fucked up world where your greatest mistake comes to life, like Frankenstein's monster, here to remind you of what an asshole you are every single day. That's my daughter. ... That sounds bad, right? Calling my sixteen year old severely image-conscious daughter Frankenstein's monster? I don't mean it like that. Sav's a total angel, beautiful and smart and funny and clever and creative and charismatic and every good trait in the world. She's the best thing since Jesus. But seeing her is always bittersweet, because I love her company but can't stand how much of a failure she makes me feel. That makes it sound like her fault-- I can't stand how much of a failure of a father I am, and seeing her brings that into sharp relief. It's not that her mom and I divorced, that happened when she was young and I really don't think she has any angst about it. It's that I'm a shitty dad. I'm flaky, I never know what to say to her, I'm always so staggered by how beautiful and perfect she is that I feel inadequate. I can't believe she's my daughter, even though she looks the spitting image of me and her mom. How could I produce that? She's so giving, so clever, so funny and so artistic. I don't know where she gets it from, but it certainly ain't me. Which isn't to say she's a nightmare. Much as she loves me and we've come on leaps and bounds, she's difficult. She's a teenager and she doesn't want my input on her life, despite the fact that I'm a) elderly, and b) an obvious genius. Sometimes she makes out like she hates me, mostly when I date girls not far off her age, but she can't really stick to it. I'd do anything for that little brat, even though she doesn't always deserve it. She's still the shit.       S I E N N A It's kinda considered de facto that you either hate your ex wife, or want her back and mask that with faux hatred. Sienna really doesn't fall into either camp. For a while it was one, then it was the other... the order isn't important. But S was my first love and I'll love her 'til the day I die. Even on that insipid TV show, I watch every episode for glimpses of her, and she's the best thing about it by about a billion miles. She's smart and funny and really generous when it comes to sharing a bed, never hogs the sheets or anything. She's also vindictive and superficial and petty, but really that's not what she's all about, not deep down. The most important thing is that she's the mother of my child, and I'll always be grateful to her for giving me that. .................................................. P R O S  •   sexy, fun, charming, funny, looked good on my arm, really pissed Sienna off, good in bed, got on with my dad, wasn't Savannah's least favorite girlfriend. C O N S  •   erratic, flirty, aspiring actress, unpredictable, would withhold sex as part of arguments, bad taste in TV, temperamental, wasn't Savannah's favorite girlfriend. '"Beware of young girls". That's one of the many pieces of advice I've had from my dad over the years, and as much as you'll probably scoff when I say this, it's advice I tried hard to follow. I first met Jada when she was barely out of her teens, still a little gangly but totally beautiful, what with those ridiculous cheekbones and perfect lips. She carried herself like someone much older and I couldn't help but be drawn to her, though I forced myself to avoid here wherever I could. If you're wondering why I'd have avoided her, it's because when we first met, I was still very much with my first wife. Jada seemed blind to the band of metal around my finger, searching me out whenever we were at the same parties and talking up a storm. She was good at it, too. It was obvious that she was buttering me up, hoping I'd be her golden ticket to a big break, but even though I knew that I still appreciated her always making the effort with me. It was only a matter of time before I fucked up. And fuck up I did. God, screwing a twenty year old in the toilet of a fancy hotel sounds hot, but thinking about it still makes me sick with guilt. Sienna was home with our little girl, and there I was in the midst of a drunken fumble, my hand roughly shoved up her skirt. I was a fucking state. The guilt was obscene almost as soon as we'd staggered back to the party, my hair dishevelled and tie loose. I hated myself. Actually, at the time I really thought I hated Jada too. For the next six months, I treated her like total shit and I feel like an asshole about it even now. 'Cause it wasn't her fault that I cheated on my wife, not really. Six months later and Sienna and I were having real issues, arguing all the time about Savannah, about our marriage, about what shade of blue to paint the kitchen, you name it, we'd fought like cat and dog over it. Cat or dog, there's another argument we had! It was obvious that neither of us was happy, but instead of dealing with it I wound up striking up conversations with Jada again. That one time was the only time I fucked her whilst still married to Sienna, but that's small comfort really. Savannah has her suspicions and I'd die if she had 'em confirmed. When I did end up leaving, I can't pretend it didn't have a lot to do with Jada. So much so that we were basically seeing each other by the time I made it official. Not wanting the whole break up to be put down to that - like I said, there were other issues long before - I decided to call things off with her for a while. I figured I'd be so distracted with sorting all that shit out that being on my own would be good for me, but what I didn't bank on was how much of a toll it'd take on me. Turns out, it would have been awesome to have someone to vent to, some sorta support system. It took going through the hardest thing I've ever done without her for me to realize how much I needed Jada. Past tense, because she's past tense now. From the outside it probably seems obvious that it would be. An up and coming actress starts up an affair with a producer, then starts up spending obscene amounts of his money. Sometimes I wonder if that really was all it was. But there's no way, for the first couple years we were insanely happy with each other. I'd been to hell and back and it felt like the first time in my life that I truly knew what I wanted, and it was her, her, her. Then she got boring.

lex, ryan phillippe (prince of my heart), resident