Connor Unwind Novels & Stories

"So, we need to make a very slight distraction." "What kind of distraction?" "I will temporarily shut down the power inside. To do that, Mark must activate the interceptor device inside the resort's main server. After that, I will disable one of the exit doors for some time until you can come in," Connor finished while visualizing the whole plan.

is all I can respond with, before I feel exhaustion take me under. “Neil is going to pick up your work bag today so spend this morning chilling out. I have a meeting via video call but I will take it in my office.” Connor tells me while he is brushing his hair. I am still in bed at his request. I don’t think he realises I’m not the type to “relax” as such. “I am going to grab a shower in a minute but I really want to go for a run.” I look at him pleadingly.

Her short, dark brown hair tumbled free, and she let out a sigh of relief as she began to unwind. One of the first things on her agenda was her medication. Nysaa knew the importance of her pills, the small yet crucial lifelines that helped her cope with the trauma of her past. She popped a few of them into her mouth, washing them down with a sip of water. The routine was a reminder of her vulnerabilities, a tether to a past she wished she could forget.

A large wooden desk sat in the center of the room, and a comfortable leather couch rested against the painted cinderblock wall. "You can sit down on the couch if you want, Megan, because I need to remove some of this heavy hockey gear before I start sweating through my clothes," Connor suggested politely, releasing my hand so he could walk over to his wooden locker. I walked over to the soft leather cushion and sat down carefully. I placed my canvas backpack on the floor near my feet and folded my hands neatly in my lap. I watched quietly while Connor unfastened the thick velcro straps of his black padded gloves. He pulled the heavy gloves off his hands and dropped them onto the floor with a

I snort. “It could,” Rolly says as he joins us. “My uncle Sean down near Boston has both a male mate and a female one.” “He has a special ability, though, doesn’t he,” Olivia asks. “Yeah, but…Oh, shit let’s change! We don’t want to be late! Family or not, your father despises tardiness,” Rolly says and rushes off to what I assume is a locker room. Olivia leads me to a second locker room and we change into training clothes. Cheri is there and glares at me, but doesn’t say anything until we are walking out.

I asked. "Slow down, my friend," Connor said, waving his hand dismissively. "There's plenty of time for all that later. I've got something I want to show you." He reached under his desk and pulled out a board game. "It's called Catan," he said, grinning. "Have you ever played?" I shook my head. "Nope. But I don't really have time for games right now," I said. "Come on, Shane," Connor said, his voice wheedling. "Just one game. I promise it won't take long." I shook my head.

He uttered with a smirk on his lips as he stared at me. "By the way, you look sexy," He winked at me, and my heart almost stopped working. "Let me introduce myself to you. You may need the name to moan later," He winked at me as he stood up to his feet and covered the distance between us. "My name is Connor Hughes... Connor is moanable, yeah?" He bit my earlobe as he whispered in my ear, and my abdomen twitched as I felt adrenaline pumping hard in my body. Mr. Connor Hughes is the popular CEO of Connor Empire, a company that majors in modeling. We met at the club last night, exchanged numbers after we had a drink together, and scheduled to meet up today, and here we are now.

They might not be expecting us to take it that far, but that's what the fuck we're gonna do, we're gonna treat this like any other Op. Connor had gone into command mode. I guess he'd given this shit a lot of thought. It was different for both of us; we had women to protect now. This shit was fucked None of us were too much into the job after that, and it was no surprise when we knocked off right on time. I wanted to get back to my woman and eyeball her to make sure she was okay. I'd put an icepack between her thighs before leaving the house this morning and ordering her to keep her shit iced until it didn't look like she'd been in a knockout bout with the champ. I'm thinking a good tongue fu

I turned to see a group of my classmates, their faces flushed with drink and success. "The giant-slayer! Have you decided which corner office you’re taking yet?" "I’m taking the weekend off first," I laughed, feeling lighter than air. "I promised Lurii a trip to the coast. The career can wait until Monday." "I wouldn't be so sure about that," a voice cut through the chatter. The group parted, and the temperature in my immediate vicinity seemed to drop ten degrees. It wasn't Marcus. Standing there, leaning casually against a marble pillar with a glass of dark scotch in his hand, was Julian Vane.