Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

The looks she didn’t bother to hide. It started after the last fight. “Damien.” Miriam reached for her juice. “Please don’t start.” “I’m just saying—” “I honestly don’t want to talk about you and Emily right now.” She looked at him. “Not today.” He held his hands up. Fair enough. He undressed and walked toward the bathroom. She had watched him undress without meaning to. He stepped out a few minutes later, towel in hand, running it over his arms and chest like he noticed she was watching.

A break in their defences, a way to cause friction between them and Red Dawn, anything to act in their favour when it came to war. Connor moved against the flow of wolves, heading back to the centre of the pack. Though he remained alert of every glance thrown his way or any footstep shadowing his, he was left alone. The freedom was appreciated but he couldn’t help but feel unnerved by it. It was odd. He was a potential enemy to their pack and shouldn’t be left to roam freely. They certainly wouldn’t be given the same liberties if they visited Silver Night. Though it was strange, he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away and continued on, though he kept his senses alert and ready.

Fewer interruptions meant I could think—or not think—whatever my mood demanded. I slid onto a bar stool, the leather cool against my palms, and ordered my usual. A whiskey, neat. Strong. The kind that warmed the throat and numbed the edges of your thoughts. I watched the people around me, the girls parading with a confidence I hadn’t bothered with in weeks. The world felt distant. Then my eyes caught one of them—a brunette with a sharp smile and playful eyes. She approached, hips swaying, a mischievous glint in her gaze. I decided, fuck it. Life was short. And tonight, I needed distraction.

“You don’t play fair.” Right then, it stopped. Just like that. Silence. The sudden absence of sensation was almost painful. I was breathless, trembling, skin damp with sweat. The rest of the stream kept going—people typing, tipping, shouting. I barely noticed. Then my phone lit up. A message. Obsidian: Touch yourself, Luna. But don’t come until I say. I stared. He’d never messaged me before. My heart skipped. My hand shook. Slowly, I slid one hand down my belly, pushing the lace aside, while the other hovered over the keyboard.

They quickly look around at each other and they give each other knowing looks. “You’ve been outvoted. He’s joining us”, Michelle says proudly. “Firstly, what’s your name and what is your link to Mr. Strongheart”. He pulls up to the seat next to me and starts addressing the group. “My name is Connor, and I work in his security team. My specialty is surveillance and intelligence, so I scope out and gather information to ensure the safety of the team”. Kimberly and Michelle are currently swooning over his words and batting their eyelashes for attention. Willow seems to be deep in thought and analysing his words.

I rolled my eyes and shouted in his ear, "Her heart is perfectly fine!" Too bad he could not hear me. The doctor froze, seemingly perplexed by that, but replied, "Ms. Clark's heart didn't seem to be affected by the incident." A smile finally broke out over Connor's face. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson." He shook hands with the doctor and bade him goodbye. I followed Connor into the room. That was my first time scrutinizing Connor up close. He was a finance consultant and earned a fierce reputation as Hawk-Eye and a steady fanbase due to his astute predictions.

Penelope said as she told her seat at the dinning. "Jeez Mom, relax, it's just an harmless greeting," she murmured. "Whatever," "Hey keep your voices down, I'm trying to watch the news," Marshall hushed as he pointed towards the TV. "Canadian successful Entrepreneur who has been anonymous for quite sometime now, has finally moved into Los Angeles to invest," The news caster said begining another headline "Although, it's not sure yet, but we have rumors from a quite reliable source that she would be looking to invest in Wilson Corporation," the newscaster continued

She yelled and Connor smirked as he made his way out of the room. **************** Julia’s voice jolted me back to reality. “They’re all good.” She answered my previous question. “Adrian and I are taking a trip to Cali tomorrow.” She announced and I squealed. “Yes. I miss you guys.” I said and she laughed. We spoke for a while and I hung up when I heard Connor talking to Lisa outside, he’s back and my heart leapt for joy. ***CONNOR***

I have to stop myself from swallowing my tongue as my eyes drink in his sinewy pectorals and chiseled abs. “Come here and have some coffee, April. We have a couple of things to talk about.” Connor mutters and takes a sip of his coffee. Brow furrowed, I accept a cup and sit next to him. Taking a sip, I groan at the delicious taste. After a moment, I rest the cup on the counter and look at him. “What is it you wanted to talk about?” Connor quirks a brow and takes a deep breath. Connor nods. “While you rested, I researched the names on your list.”

You know, the one where Ansel got to shower with an alcoholic beverage and his pride turned into dust? I put on a cute floral bikini and got ready for the day. I've been looking forward to relaxing. "Are you ready?" Connor came out of the bathroom and asked. He had changed into his swim shorts and didn't put on a shirt. "Mhm," I mumbled and stared at his chest. I have a problem for sure. "Would you mind making these tighter?" I pointed at my bikini strings. Connor moved closer and untied the strings but paused before tying them back. He let them fall off his fingers. I gasped and quickly grabbed the top before it fell. "Hey!"