Elliot Presgrave And Anastasia Tillman Novels & Stories

It wasn't just all about the merger. It was all her and that terrified me. I was still lost in thought when my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen. Elias. I carefully extracted myself from Anastasia's arms, making sure not to wake her. She stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, then settled back into sleep. I stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. "Elias," I said, my voice low. "What is it?" "Sir, I have information regarding Damon Pierce's dinner arrangement with Miss Anastasia."

Elliot chuckles, placing his head on Sage's lap despite Shawn's glare on him. " I met this playgirl once, her name was Jill, and I was so in love with her. But she had a lot of issues. By a lot, I mean a lot. But I thought I'd 'fix' her . . . Ended up being the male version of her, bro." Elliot shakes his head sadly. Atlas and Shawn burst out laughing at Elliot's words. Elliot pouts, looking up at Sage as she plays with his hair. " It's time for our session." Atlas says, glancing at the clock.

Elliot took his seat across from me, his expression annoyingly smug. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Okay, Prescott. Why are we here?” He raised a brow, feigning confusion. “To have dinner.” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Cut the act, Elliot. You could’ve sent an email, arranged a meeting at the office, or just ignored me entirely, like you’ve done for the past decade. So why this?” He met my gaze, his blue eyes as calm and unreadable as ever. “Does there have to be a reason?”

Almost. The strange moment when Anastasia mentioned her parents dying in a car accident stuck with me though. Grandma Eleanor had looked almost stricken, like she knew something about it. But that was impossible because she did not know Anastasia before today. It was probably just sympathy for losing parents so young. My phone buzzed with a text from Anastasia. "We need to talk about today." I called her immediately. "Is something wrong?" "Not wrong exactly but we need to do better," she said. I heard the nervousness in her voice. "If people are going to believe we're in love, we need to act more natural. Today felt stiff and rehearsed."

Elliot said once they entered the elevator and Primo nodded as a response. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator and entered the setting room, Primo's eyes shone. Everyone was working though got distracted when they saw a pretty guy enetered. "Everyone please have time to listen to me." Elliot said and everyone immediately stop what they're doing. They lend their ears and waiting to hear a new model of the agency but— "Meet Primo Aziel Hughes, he's a new photographer here. Please be mice to him." Everyone bowed down and smiled at Primo.

He wanted more and more and if not for the voice at the door that disrupted them, Ashton would have already claimed Maya right there as his hand was already roaming all over Maya’s milky skin. "Cough, cough…" Eliphas cleared his throat, interrupting the steamy session that was ongoing on the bed. Ashton and Maya were brought back to their senses and Ashton immediately let go of her. Seeing their awkward positions, Maya almost died in embarrassment. She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was.

The last time they spoke, she had mentioned booking a flight to Havenport, and after that, she had completely ghosted him. Elliot pocketed his phone, his eyes trailing to a familiar pregnant figure accompanied by three men. Two of them were his, and the third was probably her personal security. A smile crept across his lips in delight. "Long time no see, Mrs. Ashton," Elliot muttered, sizing her up, his hands shoved into his pockets as he shamelessly raked his eyes over her entire figure. Autumn rolled her eyes at his greeting. "Please, it’s been six months since my divorce. Kindly address me by my proper title," she replied sharply.

, I let out, and she smiles, Everly, agreeing with me. “I can’t wait to have another one”, Everly says, and I smile, looking at her. “Sleepless nights again, can’t fucking wait”, Theo says, and Everly smacks him on his arm, and he moves his hand up, and down the spot she hit him. “Soon you will have this”, Ashley says, and I frown, looking at her, and he winks at me. I stay speechless, and she giggles. “I think Elliot and Hazel have an announcement to make”, she says I shake my head, and Elliot stays very quiet and still just looking at me. “Come on”, Ashley says, and I clear my throat.

"Since we are both tired, Lets recharge together." Eliot chuckled again and didn't pulled away. Good thing that he has Anastasia now. He finally has someone to give him strength. "Oh the pasta must been ready already. Lets eat?" "We should. Im hungry." . Anastasia spotted her husband on their bed while glaring at his innocent laptop. Poor laptop. "Stop glaring at it." She said jokingly then crawls down next to her husband. She showered and changes into her comfortable pajama already. "I cant write shit." Eliot said in annoyance. "The deadline is next week." He added in frustration.

From their conversation, he could already guess how big of a sensation this would cause when his marriage to Chelsea was announced. "Why are you not eating?" Avery looked at him holding onto his glass. He seemed to be listening to them chatting attentively. She reminded him, "You have finished your food!" "Hmm." Elliot placed his glass down and picked up his utensils once again. Mrs. Scarlet came over and asked, "Mr. Foster, should I get you another plate?" Elliot shook his head. "No need." "Tammy and I didn't bad mouth Jun, right?" Avery asked confusedly, "You seem distracted."