Evans Nikopoulos Novels & Stories

They head down the corridor, and then Eva calls back, “We don’t have time for assholes.” I clench my fists. “Fucking bitch will wish she never stood up to me.” Nik places a hand on my shoulder, smirking. “And here I was thinking you’d gone soft, letting Rizzo get away with it.” I glare at him. “Rizzo is alright. Even you like him.” He nods. “Hate to admit it, but the kid is a tough cookie and I like him, yeah.” He glances after Eva. “But what exactly are you going to do to her?”

"You had six years to choose me. You chose Mara in every room where it mattered. The precinct. The cab. Your bed. Your parents' house. Your company. Don't come here because you finally understand what I was worth. I was worth it before you got the bill." He looked wrecked. "What happens now?" "Now you answer the audit. You fix what you can. You live with what you can't." "And us?" "There is no us." Luca guided him away before security had to make it uglier. Evan went without a scene, which was the only decent gift he had given me in years. At the door, he looked back once. I did not. Nico waited until Evan was gone before speaking. "Are you all right?"

Mociya Keltch, his long, sullen figure, walked up to Nathaniel Evans and scoffed. "As far as I know, the Don of the Evans Group is going to give Mr Evans full control of the Group, and Mr Evans is in the process of investigation. If Father Evens knew now that Mr Evans cared so much for a married woman, What did Mr Evans think of Father Evens?" Nathaniel Evans suddenly felt his anger in his chest. He grabbed Mociya Keltch by the collar in his right hand and said angrily, "Mociya Keltch, don't go too far! Something comes at me."

He chuckled on the phone. "It's not that big of a deal. It's just a stupid wedding" I stated in a flat tone. "Kate told me a while ago that we're attending your billion dollar wedding tomorrow. How is that not a big deal?" Nick snapped. "Nick, look, I was sure Kate would tell you so I kept quiet" I said. "Whatever, I'll see you tomorrow, Natalie Karina Salvatore Maxfield" He sneered. "Shut up, Nicholas Evans Markopolous" I bellowed before hanging up.

This guy is around 6’3-’4, because I was 5’9. “I am calling up your boss and he is going to fire your ass right now, the nerve you have of coming here and talkin-” I yell at him with a thunderous voice but he cuts me off. “Just call him, I don’t have much time.” He says arrogantly with a smirk plastered across his face. I was taken off guard with his sudden change in demeanour. What the hell happened to the sweet innocent guy? I quickly made a call and Charles picked it up in one ring, because he knew how impatient I was, “Hello Danika dear, what pleas-“

Nikolas I sat in my office alongside Wren, my adopted brother who is also the Vice President and along with the Head of Accounting Erik Stevens. He's in his late thirties. He has clean-shaved face, wearing tailored made checked suit. He wore glasses that fit the oval shaped face. "The partnership agreement has been sent to Empire Holdings successfully." Erik browsed through the numbers that I discussed with David yesterday. He had an intense look on his face as he was solely focused on his tablet.

He had to get ready before the conference and there wasn't much time. " We will now begin, the press conference and welcome your question " Lucas said into the microphone and stepped back for Niko to take the stage " Good day everyone, my name is Niko Adams and I am the CEO of Nirvana and also the original CEO of Adams industries " Niko said into the microphone and the whole hall got noisy. The reporters were noting and typing all that he was saying and would be saying to produce news articles. " What do you mean by saying you are the real owner of Adams industries? "

Joel Evans is sitting behind his desk, looking at his laptop through wire-rimmed glasses, wearing a frown that suggests that he’s not in a good mood. I use the moment of his distraction to take him in. I have a boyfriend, but even I can appreciate my boss’ good looks. And that is an understatement. Mr. Evans isn’t far from fifty, but he can easily grace the covers of magazines. I am sure he has in the past, as an aspiring hot billionaire; he would’ve had the photographers drooling. Over six feet of lean, solid muscle, his black hair going silver at the temples, and eyes that could have people drowning in them if they look too closely. As my friend Natalie says, totally droolworthy. Which mak

“Alright.” “Get into a comfortable position princess, I want to fuck that mouth,” Evans ordered, his eyes dark with lust. “Yes please.” I slipped of the couch and Evans passed a cushion for my knees. “Evans…” I whimpered, staring at the cock that was so close to my face. “Patience princess.” He cradled my head gently, guiding my mouth to his waiting dick. His phone rang. It was Nicholas.

His dark mop hair was brushed aside, and his tongue peeked out to wet his full lips. "Noah Chaplain, is it?", Evan asked, but I could barely hear him. "Yeah", Noah cleared his throat but kept his eyes trained onto mine, "pleasure to meet you". Was that an accent I could detect? "Lovely. Well as you're now aware I'm Evan, executive assistant to our COO, Lana Harris". I stood from my seat as the stranger, Noah, approached my desk. I reached out my hand to meet his extended one, "Lana", was all I managed to say.