Blue Ash Golf Course Tee Times Novels & Stories

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow across the perfectly manicured fairways and gleaming chrome golf carts. Thomas could have easily paid a coach to train Ashley and her friends but he knew it meant more to her if he taught them personally, it was a way of connecting with their spirits. He picked up the light blue golf ball, placing it gently on the tee. The grass was a vibrant shade of green, untouched by the chaos of the outside world. He took a step back, his eyes scanning the horizon where the fairway met the azure sky. The air was crisp, filled with the sweet scent of freshly cut grass. He heard the distant chirp of birds, their songs echoing across the golf course. "Alrigh

“Boss, I really feel bad for you. You’re such an amazing man, apologizing so humbly, and yet Gwen’s still throwing a tantrum. Isn’t that just too much?” “Enough!” Asher roared, his patience snapping. “Do you want to make this mess worse?” He forced himself to stay calm. “The golf course is closed for the day. Go and handle the other clients and see them out.” Asher picked up a newspaper and began fanning me. When that didn’t soften my expression, he stood up and positioned himself to block the sun for me. Sophia gawked at the sight. However, she had no choice but to follow his orders and reluctantly escorted the other businessmen out of the golf course.

He really knows how to bring out his childish competitive side. "You know that you have an unfair advantage, right?'' Alex complains while they walk towards the hazard where his golf ball fell into earlier. "Oh, don't worry. Whether I win or lose, you're going to get a prize from me," Ashly teases again and ruffles Alex's hair. Alex pushes him off then he gets into position to hit the golf ball. Before he gets to swing his club, Ashly stands behind him and reaches through to hold his hands. "Hold the golf club like this and give it a little upswing as you hit the ball. Try it." Ashly lets go of Alex's hands, which are now sweating profusely.

"Not even some Bacardi?" "Rum isn't my thing," I say distastefully, screwing my nose up. Leaning across the bench, Asher gives me a look that mirrors the ones Jasper gives me sometimes. So intense, they have me wanting to look anywhere but him. But this time, I match it with as much confidence as possible, which seems to give him the utmost pleasure. "And what is your thing, darling?" Jasper clears his throat, and for a second, I think I catch him shoot Asher a dangerous look I've never seen on him before. But in a second, it's gone.

“We’ll be there. Watching and backing you.” Asher pushed off the desk. “We’ll make sure the mats are clear. Only the new batch. No audience unless they behave.” I stood up slowly. My body still ached from last night with Ryker, good ache, the kind that made me want to smile even when I was annoyed but I ignored it. “When?” Asher checked his watch. “Training grounds in thirty. Gives you time to change and grab your favorite blades.” I narrowed my eyes. “You planned this.”

Yara thought for a moment before answering, "I have an art exhibition this afternoon. I should be free after it ends. What time were you thinking?" Joshua glanced at his schedule before replying, "How about eight tonight at Cuisine?" She answered without hesitation. "Okay!" After hanging up, Joshua found himself in an even better mood. The endless meetings that afternoon no longer seemed so exhausting. Instead, he caught himself looking forward to seeing her that evening. When he arrived at the restaurant, Yara was already there waiting. Joshua was used to people always making him wait, so seeing Yara arrive early made him like her even more.

Author’s pov Ordering a glass of Bourbon Asher stood at the bar glancing at his wrist watch every five minutes. Dressed up in black leather jacket and white t-shirt pairing it up with a light blue denim and white sneakers Asher was quite sure about his look tonight.he ran fingers in his thick hairs inhaling calm and deep breaths.

came the clipped voice on the other end. I instantly straightened. "Oh—hello, sir." "I need you at Aethercrest Golf Estate tomorrow, 7:30 AM," his voice was authoritative as usual. "Understood, sir." "Not a minute late," he added, before abruptly hanging up. I stood there for a second, looking perplexed. Ash, having heard the brief exchange, raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Who was that?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Any time after ten and before twelve. Regards, Michael Her reply came in five minutes later: Great! I've booked us at ten-twenty on the Woodland course. Looking forward to it! I hope the weather's kind. The weather was kind that day we played the Woodland course together for the first time. And again I enjoyed the experience. Sandra didn't play particularly well, in fact she played pretty dreadfully, but she remained cheerful and positive and I admired her for it. Afterwards we had a coffee in the clubhouse, which I insisted on paying for.

Samuel roared and swept the urn onto the floor. The urn fell to the ground and the ashes spilled everywhere. I looked at Samuel in disbelief with tears constantly falling. "S-Samuel! H-How could you! That's Nina!"