Aaron Cash Dc Novels & Stories

all the more reason he would never forget her. 'And I thought I wouldn't be able to find her.' Aaron had resigned himself to the belief that he would never be able to locate her, yet destiny had intervened, granting him another chance. The woman who had stirred a flame within him now stood within reach. "Let's go talk to this Damon then," Aaron said, already walking toward the couple in the center of the hall. "Of course, sir," Harley followed. Aaron was one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the country. Some admired him, others feared him. But everyone made way for him to pass, as if he were some kind of god.

I shake my head to fight back the gut wrenching feeling of disappointment as I turn the key in ignition and bring the engine to life. When I’m home, I barely shut the front door before Aaron’s voice cuts through the house. He’s standing on the foot of the staircase in blue cargo pants and a white vest. Yes. He’s not dressed for work because he doesn’t work. All he did years ago was help me start my insurance company, Wellspring, and he’s been reaping the benefits ever since. “Where the hell have you been?”

If they found out, they’d probably be scared half to death. In the end, Lena called Ron. “Hey, boyfriend, come pick me up from the station,” she said casually. Ron didn’t ask any questions. However, instead of heading there immediately, he sent a message to someone else. As a result, before Ron even arrived, Aaron showed up first. “Mr. Ace,” the hatted man greeted him respectfully. Aaron had recently funded a police-community initiative, and every officer present had personally benefited from it. He was practically a walking treasure chest.

he added, his eyes on James. Aaron met them in the hallway. “Good job,” he said cheerfully. “Let’s get you back in the van, and on to the next appointment.” “What have we got next?” James wondered. “Can we go through a drive through. I need a burger and coffee.” “I think he has earned a burger,” Owen added amused, having not missed the sexual tension in the DJ booth. “It is the least we can do. If that wasn’t taking one for the team, I don’t know what is.”

Chapter 34 His excitement UNIVERSITY OF LOS ANGELES, CA. Leo still couldn't believe the words he had heard from Darby yesterday as he drove down to meet Aaron at the college where he was coaching. It's Friday and the anxiety he feels is still a bit on the rise. To avoid falling into shock with the information he had hurdled up in his chest, he had asked Kingston to cancel all of his appointments and called his friend for a meetup.

“Really? And you expect me to help you!” I sighed, she had me boxed. And with how important getting the contract was to me, I didn't have much of a choice. “Fine.” “That's my love,” she cooed. “Send it to my Lead bank account. Bye. Love you—” I hit the end call. ~~~ (Aaron's POV) I stood in my private office on the top floor, watching the security feed from the lobby on one of the monitors. It was the one of Donald Hawthorne being escorted out played on repeat. I had already watched it three times.

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

I hadn’t expected to care this much. About either of them. But I did. I was in the middle of a hot shower, letting the water wash away the exhaustion clinging to me, thinking about Cash. The door creaked open, and Aaron stepped in, naked and beautiful. Steam curled around his powerful frame, highlighting every cord of muscle, the ink of his tattoos, and the rugged scar on his skin. I realized in that moment that I would never, ever get tired of looking at this man. “I grabbed your bag from the car,” he said, the sound of his voice echoing against the tile.

“Now is not a good time for me, and really, I’d rather not. You can’t have anything to offer me.” “Not a good time?” Brooks repeats, amused. “Oh, that’s unfortunate. Because I’m already downtown. And I’d hate to waste a perfectly brewed cup of home grown coffee beans.” Aaron bites back a groan. “I said no. I don’t have time for your games.” There’s a pause, and during the short silent period, Aaron hears the sound in the background.

Jack offered. I grabbed a pen off my desk and threw it at him. “Shut up.” The room finally loosened. The ice cracked. We all exhaled. Aaron relaxed against the chair. “I’m moving back to New York,” he said. “Wanted to tell you myself.” I blinked. “Yeah? For good?” “Not exactly” he said. “I’m starting my company again. Smaller this time. And… maybe opening a branch here in Texas eventually.” Jack started pouring Aaron a glass of whiskey . “ Well congratulations to you for giving it your best.”