"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
"Joan is the Hargreaves heir?" Jackson asked absentmindedly, it was quite a shock for him, he wondered why Francesca never told him about that."You know Joan?" Asher asked Jackson, the revelation had made both men forget about the other."I only met her for a brief moment, but yes I do," "when, where, and how did you meet her?" Asher asked Jackson in a frenzy. Jackson eyed Asher, it was just a few moments ago, but Asher seem different from the man he was talking with before his phone buzzed.It was a long time ago he's seen the fire Asher had in his eyes right now, not since Emily."I met her at Francesca's apartment, on Friday night, it seems you know her too, how do you know her?" Jackson was curious why Asher got fired up at his mention of Joan.Asher had to take a long breath to calm himself before he said anything, he didn't know why he got so worked up.Jackson's answer interested him, Joan Hargreaves heir to the Hargreaves family wealth, in Francesca's home at night. He pon
"I'm sorry, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Asher Evans and I'm also Joan's fiance, right darling?" Asher had purposely made his last words a question, he turned to look towards Joan, she was staring at him, her eyes as big as saucers. He's putting everything in Joan's hands now, she had a decision to make, would she hold his hands or not, he simply enjoys her stiff facial expression as the wheels behind her eyes moved.Joan realized Asher was playing games with her, but she didn't have the luxury to question him. Although she would appreciate anything that would save her from the claws of her family at that moment, she just couldn't trust Asher.God, she'd expected the emergency general meeting to be hard on her, she had no idea it would be this bad.As soon as she entered the conference hall, she was surrounded by scared shareholders asking about her family's plan for the company. 'Would there be a sell-off or a takeover' was the question on everyone's lips? After a pointless me