Novels by Alison

Cassian didn’t even flinch at the jab. Instead, his dark eyes gleamed with a slow, wicked heat, his smirk widening into something filthy and thoroughly unbothered.“I’ve banged plenty of men, Captain,” Cassian purred, his voice dropping into a low, smooth vibration that rattled right against the velvet seat. “Betas, Omegas… but I’ve never had an Alpha. Especially not one who tries as hard as you do to play the big, bad CEO.”Christopher gazed at him for a minute wondering why Cassian was teasing him and disturbing his life. They were like this in college, always insulting each other but now they were grown ups in a company shouldn't the man child grow to an adult. He responded with a cold, sharp huff of laughter, setting his crystal glass down onto the marble table with a deliberate, heavy snap. He leaned in, his silver-grey eyes narrowing into razor-sharp slits.“If you’re that desperate to get laid, Collins, I know a few cheap men downtown I can refer you to,” Christopher sneered,

Chapter four By Wednesday afternoon, the staff were on Hugh swing busying themselves with their work.Christopher sat at his executive desk, reviewing the financial projections for the Montevideo expansion. The door opened after a brief knock, and Bill stepped inside, holding a glowing encrypted tablet with a grim expression.“Mr. Ashford, we just received a high-priority dispatch from Apex Dynamics,” Bill reported, handing the tablet across the polished mahogany. “Their board wants an emergency meeting with you tonight. Not in a public venue they’ve booked a private, high-security lounge downtown.”Christopher’s silver eyes narrowed as he scanned the invite. Apex Dynamics was their most ruthless rival in the biotech sector. “Apex never plays fair, and they certainly don't request private meetings unless they’re feeling squeezed. What’s the angle?”Before Bill could answer, the double doors pushed open. Damian Ashford walked in, uninvited as usual, his hands tucked neatly into the p

By Friday morning, the executive suite was bathed in the harsh, sharp glare of the end-of-week sun.Christopher sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his silver-grey eyes scanning through a mountain of digital reports. His jaw was tight, his mind still slightly hazy from a week of relentless work and the infuriating lingering memory of last night’s interruption. Every time he looked toward his office door, he could still see Cassian’s smug, dark eyes leaning against the frame, watching him like a predator.A soft double knock rattled the heavy oak door before it clicked open.Bill stepped into the office, holding his tablet close to his chest, looking remarkably cautious. “Mr. Ashford? Mr. Collins is here to see you. He says he has the revised South American expansion strategy ready for your review.”Christopher didn't even look up from his screen. He let out a dry, contemptuous huff. “Tell him to leave it with you. I told Fabien I wanted the compliance draft by Monday morning, not so

The pressure inside Ashford International was reaching a boiling point. In the executive conference room on the fifty-fifth floor, the air was dense with the scent of dark espresso, fine leather, and simmering friction. Papers were strewn across the long mahogany table, blue light from presentation screens illuminating the faces of the senior leadership team.Seven days had passed since Cassian started working and Christopher was ready to abandon decorum. He was ready to beat the Alpha senseless. With every Interaction Christopher acted like their high school days challenging him and irritating him but he had no cause to fire him yet. He brought his mind back to the board room focusing on the man child's father. Fabien Collins stood at the head of the display, pointing to a complex financial model outlining the expansion into the South American biotech market. His strategy was solid on paper. It was aggressive, mathematically sound, and designed to capture sixty percent of the region

The leather headboard slammed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse suite with a steady, punishing rhythm. Sixty-eight stories below, the city was a grid of glittering neon lights, but inside, the only sound that could be heard were, heavy friction and the raspy, unfiltered gasps tearing out of Vanessa’s throat.Christopher Ashford gripped her hips, his fingers digging deep enough into the soft flesh of her thighs to leave dark, lingering bruises that will last until tomorrow and he drove into her with hard, brutal thrusts. Raw and Unforgiving.He didn’t care about her day, her feelings, or the fact that she was currently clawing at his bare back with manicured acrylics. He was with her for two very simple reasons: she was drop-dead gorgeous, and she took his dick like a champion.“God, Chris—” Vanessa arched her back, her posture a desperate, perfect curve as she tried to take every inch of him. “Fuck… harder. Please.”Christopher let out a low, guttural growl, his jaw