The scandalous bachelor

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 It made him withdrawn from everyone, the betrayal of Emily had scarred him, and his own near-death experience when he was twenty-two had finished the job.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 it well. The miscreant had hit Asher's car from behind with a truck, heavily damaging his car. 

The culprit then alighted his truck to check on Asher's body, satisfied he trot back to his truck, although Asher was dazed by the accident, he was lucid enough to catch the strange emblem on the culprit's ring as he went back to his truck.

Asher didn't know how long he was in the wrecked car, but when he woke, he was in a hospital. According to the medical staff at the hospital, the only reason he survived was because of a young woman. A young woman had saved his life, she'd brought him to the emergency unit of the hospital and had disappeared in the chaos. All he had to remember her by was the bracelet he clutched in his fist on arrival at the hospital, the bracelet with the letters 'JMH'.

That was six years ago, following the accident Asher had become even more recluse than he was when his parents died, he became more frigid. The realization that someone tried to kill him made him vicious, and numb to other people's feelings.

But his loose morals have also served him well, a lot of people might hate him, but he's become a chasm of wealth, and he pursues even more.

"Good morning Mr. Evans, you have Mr. Brown waiting in your office," said Mila Hernandez, Asher's secretary, a middle-aged Mexican-American woman with olive-colored skin, soft brown eyes, and a warm smile.

"Good morning Mrs. Hernandez, I had a rough morning, I am not to be disturbed until I say otherwise," Asher instructed and walked into his office. 

"Hey champ, didn't get any sleep?" Jackson Jax Brown teased.

"Screw you, Jax," Asher flash one of his well-practiced soulless business smiles.

Jackson Brown is Asher's only friend and business partner, one of the few people he's allowed into his life, the few he can almost be himself with. Jackson is a tall, dark-skinned African-American, with sharp handsome features, and a fun, lively character, the complete opposite of Asher. They met while in college and had stayed friends ever since.

"Your morning that bad?" Jackson asked, he'd never seen Asher so bleary-eyed so early in the day.

"It's just trouble with Mr. Dumas and our takeover of Aldrax, I'll handle it."

"Oh I have no doubt you will, but I might just make your morning worse?"

"Are you here about the Hargreaves takeover rumors?"

"How did you know that?" Asher smirked, the look of shock on Jackson's face was priceless.

"I stay on top of things, don't pay the rumors any heed, we just need to buy off Abraham Hargreaves shares, add that to other shareholders and board members in our pocket, and the takeover will be fairly easy." 

It was Jackson's turn to gloat "Oh, but you don't know who got Abraham's shares."

"Do you?" Asher asked in his usual flat tone.

"Sure I do, it's his daughter, heard it from a reliable source, I also heard she left home a couple of years ago, I should have her current location soon," Jackson said a smile plastered on his face. 

"It's good you're finally doing some actual work, it's good on you," Asher gave Jackson one of his rare derisive remarks, which Jackson laughed off.

"Now before I relieve you of my presence," Jackson set his gaze on Asher, putting on a serious demeanor. "Francesca tells me she has found you a match."

"Yes, your matchmaker friend, she has arranged a date for me and a lady, for tomorrow night, got any problems with that?" Asher inquired of Jackson.

"No it's just, Francesca told me the lady you're meeting is dear to her, and Francesca is important to me, so..."

"So you want me to be on my best behavior, got it, Jax."

"You still seeing Cassidy Myers?"

"Yes I am," Asher muttered flatly. "If you're done with your questions, I guess I'll see ya later," and with that Asher sends Jackson on his way, "time to get to work."

Asher was driving along the lower Manhattan street of Hudson in the Tribeca area, he was done with the day's work and was in the neighborhood to pick up Cassidy Myers from work, he knew a steamy bonk was in the cards tonight.

Cassidy is Asher's secret lover, a tall, thirty-five-year-old divorcee with bottle-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She runs a gallery in the Tribeca neighborhood, which she acquired from the large sum she got from her divorce from her ex-husband.

Asher found Cassidy already waiting for him as he parked by the sidewalk of her gallery. "Thanks for coming to get me, lover boy," Cassidy said as she slipped into the car, giving Asher a peck on the side of his neck. "My place as usual?"

"Of course." Asher flashed Cassidy one of his well-practiced smiles

"Ugh... ugh... ugh" Cassidy panted as Asher continue to drive his cock into her love tunnel, the scraping of his cock along the wall of her sex, made her shudder, she was close, she could feel it. "Close... so close!" 

"I'm close... too..." Asher breathes out, trying to hold himself from letting loose

"Almost... almost... it's coming... yes! ahh!" Cassidy abandon all her inhibitions, her muscles taut, her back arched, her orgasm just within her reach. She was at the tip of the precipice, ready to fall off at the smallest push.

"Ugh! yes... ahh!" Asher groans out his completion, the heat of his nectar finally pushing Cassidy off the precipice.

"Ahh! yes, yes! yes!" Cassidy's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, her hips moving at a fiery speed, the world exploded before her eyes in a cacophony of bright colors, a molten heat spreading from her core, all the muscles in her body contracting and releasing in tandem.

Cassidy burst out laughing, thoroughly spent, a romp with Asher was always tiring.

"You sure know how to wear a girl out."

"I guess so, I need to get moving," Asher mumble at he got off the bed.

"You can just stay the night here, you know?"

"We've talked about this, I only sleep well on my bed."

"Uhh! invite me over then," Cassidy groans exasperated. "We've been together for years, I think it's time we take this further."

"It's not going to happen with me Cassidy, I made that very clear when we started this, now goodnight" and Asher was out the door before Cassidy could even get a word out.

"Jerk didn't even kiss me goodbye," Cassidy grumbled and lay on the bed to enjoy a sour sex afterglow.

****

"Enjoy your weekend Mr. Evans," Mila Hernandez called after Asher, even though Mila has been working with him for years, Asher made sure they formally addressed each other.

"You too, Mrs. Hernandez," of course, he would enjoy his weekend, but first he had a date in an hour. He has a reservation at Le Monet, an expensive restaurant in the Chelsea neighborhood, hopefully, his date won't leave him disappointed.

"Good evening sir, welcome to Le Monet" the host at the entrance welcomed Asher.

"Good evening, I have a reservation here under the name Asher Evans," Asher addressed the scrawny man 

"That would be table nine sir, do have a lovely evening," the host said as Asher was led to his seat by a hostess.

Asher found that although Le Monet was expensive, he liked the ambiance of the place. The soft light glow, beautiful decorations, and linen tablecloths all adorned the fancy restaurant.

"Would you like to order now sir?" a waiter asked Asher with a comely smile.

"No, not now, I'll call when I'm ready, but a glass of water would be great," Asher instructed the waiter. 

Asher was a couple of minutes early, he figured that would give him the luxury of appraising his date when she walks in, he was, after all, doing all this to benefit off her status.

"Thank you," Asher said to the retreating waiter who brought his water.

While he waits, he contemplated Cassidy's words the previous night. Sure he was becoming tired of Cassidy's desire for him to commit to her, but he had to admit, sex with her was good, he would bear her just until he found a suitable replacement.

Asher noticed her walk into the restaurant as soon as he raised his head from his reverie. She was just beautiful, achingly so, she was average height, with her full shoulder-length auburn hair and fair skin, she was wearing a sleeveless, red gown that just reached her knees, a black purse, and black heels.

She had the room's attention as she walked towards him, "hello?" she said, her voice angelic, Asher looked into her almond-shaped eyes with those bright amber orbs and knew he could get lost in them, her face held a minimal amount of makeup.

"What did you say?" Asher croaked, he didn't believe himself capable of making such sounds.

"I said hello, I'm Joan."