"I've got you now, little bird, and there would be no escape," Cassidy said to Joan as she became drowsy. Slumping against the man sedating her. Cassidy had a triumphant smirk on her face as Joan slipped into a temporary coma. Joan's kidnapping was a success. She'd spent the last month fine-tuning her strategy, she was glad everything had gone without a hitch. Before Joan's abduction Cassidy and the men with her had taken care of both teams protecting Joan. That was the challenging part of her little plot, however, they had an advantage in surprise and numbers. Now the two teams of four guards are having a blissful sleep. "Bring the cars around, we need to get going," Cassidy said to one of the two men working for her. The other man had Joan drooping in his arms. "I have a message for you from Mr. Evans," One of the goons working for Nolan that he sent to provide support said. "A message? What message?" Cassidy inquired of the man. "He said this is the end of the line for your pa
Jackson walked briskly but silently behind a unit of the rescue team as they approached the side entrance of the abandoned warehouse. The rescue team had done a surveillance of the warehouse to ascertain Joan's location inside the building. Jackson and the team concluded that Joan would most likely be confined in a section of the warehouse, used as offices.Since Joan's rescue was paramount they'd decided to approach the building with as much stealth and speed as was possible while not getting found out.The warehouse had two points of entry, both through concrete paths to the side and front of the building. They broke the team off into two units with the first unit attacking from the front while the other charged from the side. Since the section Joan was held at was closer to the side entrance. It was decided that the second unit assaulting the building from the side would attempt her rescue.Both teams were to attack while concealing themselves from Nolan's goons. The first unit wou
"You're wrong," Asher said leaning over toward his uncle. "Don't be delusional, Nolan. Nothing is going according to your plan, you're in my trap now. This is my game, I rule and control how it is going to be played and you are nothing but a pawn in it.""Pawn, did you called me your pawn?" Nolan asked almost shouting. Asher's words and demeanor has earned him his uncle's ire. Nolan contemplated if he should just abandon any negotiation with Asher and have his fun with Joan instead."Yes I did. You've been playing my game all night and you didn't even know," Asher bluffed, everything he's done since he received Jackson's message was bluff. A bluff he was using to fool his uncle.The fact is he is scared. He was so close to losing Joan tonight. And he wasn't even sure if she was safe yet. Jackson had only sent him a message, informing him they were ready to breach the warehouse where Joan was held. It was not like she has been rescued yet"That's it," Nolan said and stood up. "Perhaps
Asher walked the stairs to the second floor one step at a time. He had Joan wrapped around him, her arm around his neck, her legs wrapped tightly around his torso. And his hands on her buns. Their passion for each other communicated in their kiss.Asher addled with lust was careful as he dragged both of them to the top of the stairs landing on the second floor.They both of them disconnected from their kiss to take in breath before they had their lips mashed together again. Their tongues exploring each other.It was a struggle for Asher but he managed to carry them into his bedroom, navigating them to the bed. He set Joan down gently on the bed, stopping their kiss.A look into each others eyes conveyed their feelings. A frenzy of sensual passion burned in their heart and they would take their pleasure.They had not the patience to take things slow and with nothing but a moment, they were naked. Asher stared at Joan's sensual body. Her full breast, round buns and tapered waist all cal
Joan Hargreaves was going back home, she had left home to study industrial design at the University of Washington, out of spite for her father who wanted her to inherit the family business.When she left home she promised never to come back, she hated her father that much. That was six years ago, she's grown since then, she'd finished college, got a good job as an industrial designer, and paid off her debts. She learned to forgive her father and was even planning on a visit, so it came as a shock to her when she received an anonymous letter two days ago with news of her father's death. She hoped it was all a lie, a ruse to make her come home, or a sick prank, and when she gets to Hargreaves hall, her father would still be alive and they would both have a laugh about it, it was so long ago she and her father laughed together. Joan groaned as she exited the New York Penn Station, it took the Amtrak train she boarded from Washington DC a little over three hours to get to New York, her
Asher Evans, in the absence of a better word, could best be described as a cad, a cold, calculating businessman, and buyer entrepreneur. The CEO of the Evans family private company, Maven enterprise. He earned the nickname the "Jackal" for his ravenous approach to taking over businesses, and his willingness to do anything to make a profit.He is also known for his escapades with the fair sex, he is one of wall street's most scandalous bachelors.But Asher wasn't always a scandalous young man, a few life-changing moments made him turn out the way he did. The untimely death of his parents when he was only fifteen had almost broken him. It made him withdrawn from everyone, the betrayal of Emily had scarred him, and his own near-death experience when he was twenty-two had finished the job.He almost died from the accident that night, he had business outside of the city earlier that day and was returning to New York City by car, it was so dark outside of the city, the culprit had planned i
The Nouveau-riche RomanceChapter three"So he is the CEO of his own private company, at just twenty-eight?" Joan held up a pink puff sleeves dress up for Francesca's appraising eyes. "What about this?""He is not the sole owner of Maven enterprise, but yeah he runs the place," Francesca fixed the dress Joan held up for her with a look of distaste. "Isn't that old, don't you have any new ones?" Francesca rummages through the bundle of clothes on Joan's bed, "what did you do with all your time in Washington?""I was in college remember?" Joan seething pulls out a red sleeveless gown, "I had to support myself working part-time jobs, didn't have the luxury nor time for dresses.""If I remembered correctly, I offered help back then, but you rejected it, now let me take a look at that dress," Francesca said pointing to the dress in Joan's hand."This is a fairly new one, I bought it just before I graduated college," Joan said holding the red dress up to her body for Francesca to see. "Besi
Joan was miffed at how her evening turned out, her dinner with Asher Evans had been nothing short of a disaster. Despite the great meal and beautiful interior of the restaurant, the night was not productive, she couldn't deny that it was mostly Asher's fault, it seemed to her that he did everything to spoil the evening. She also berated herself, she could have done better, she could have put in more effort, and maybe ask different questions. "At least I can try again, that is if he calls," Joan groans as she plopped on the sofa of Francesca's living room. "You're... home?" Francesca stutters as she steps into the living room from the bedroom hallway wearing a light pink silk chemise. "Yes I am, I need to get something to drink," Joan shuffled towards the refrigerator in the kitchen, pulls out a can of coke, and took a swig of it. "Why are you home early, did something happen, what went wrong?" Francesca fired at Joan, she really shouldn't be home right now. Joan was surprised