Heather Ashley Chase Nude の小説・ストーリー

"You really think that even if Harper and I split up, I'd ever be with you? Just one more glance at you makes my skin crawl!" Chase put his glass down with a thud and marched over, pinching her chin. "You think I'm gross? What about Harper? Take a good look at these!" He tossed a bunch of photos at her. "They're live photos of his dates with other women, so don't go saying I'm making stuff up or messing with the timeline!" Shelby wrenched his hand away but could not stop herself from looking down. Those were the photos Chase had talked about at the pub, the proof of Harper fishing with bikini-clad women over the holidays.

”And if you need any more motivation to get it done-” my phone chimed and I was scared to look at it. ”-here you go.” He hung up. The line fell dead and I moved my phone in front of my face with a shaky hand. I opened the picture he had sent and covered my mouth with my hand, choking a sob. It was three pictures of me laying naked in the room in the club. Asher was fucking me on the couch and the others were lustfully looking at and touching me. ’Next time I'll make sure everyone gets a taste’ The fourth picture was of Cassy and a man cutting her stomach with a knife and a heart-wrenching smile on his face.

And facing the bed, was a gigantic monochromatic painting…of him. Naked. Thankfully, in the painting he was laying on his stomach, the mosaic of tattoos on full display, though hiding what needed to be hidden. Still, I don’t think I would want to wake up in the morning and that be the first thing I look at. “Fredrico Givanchy…” Asher murmured. I turned around and raised my brow. “A very famous photographer. I have modeled a few times. When I didn’t have to deal with the Alpha nonsense and was free as a bird.”

he scolded and threw himself on the couch inside the office. Ugh such a stingy! "You're an amazing boss, you already have a job, and you're still side-lining with that grumpy guy!" I started the topic, I hope I can get some gossip here. "I can't leave him, I told you, right? I know everything he does, it's like we have CCTV on each other," he boasted. "Really? Then where's Akisha now?" "Ahh, I don't know, she's in another country---------because she died, she's buried there," he retracted, I think he hides something.

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

I let out a bitter laugh and pushed myself up, swaying a little as I grabbed another unopened bourbon bottle from the table. She ignored my sarcasm. Without a word, she slapped a stack of printed photos against my chest. They scattered across the stained carpet. My gaze dropped, bored and unfocused—until the images registered. Ashley. The photos were screenshots from some viral fire‑scene video online. She stood in the middle of the scorched ruins, wearing a linen dress soaked through with water and sweat. The fabric clung to her body… and her stomach. Her belly curved outward in a way no one could possibly miss.

" You good? He asks with a small smirk. I giggle quietly. " Fuck, yeah." " Great." He climbs off my bed and takes off his pants and briefs. He climbs in between my legs like a predator. My eyes move down to his length. He's hard and it feels like this is the first time I'm seeing him naked. He's literally the most beautiful man I've ever seen naked. Not a lot of people look good when naked. But Chase is an exception. He grabs my thighs and pushes them apart. Chase rubs his length on my slit before pushing his length inside me.

I tilted my head back, giving him full access to everything he wanted. A soft, needy moan slipped out of me as I rolled my hips forward, rubbing my aching core against his hardness. His fingers found the zipper on my dress and yanked it down. I shrugged the fabric off quickly, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air hit my skin as I sat on him in just my black lace bra and panties. Asher’s eyes darkened, drinking in every inch of me. His hands reached behind me, unclasping my bra with one smooth motion. The moment my breasts spilled free, his body froze. I knew what he had seen — the bruises from Azriel’s torture on my nipples.

Dante followed behind her. “What are you doing?” Ashley asked. “We’re taking a shower together.” “Dante, noooo!” Ashley ran toward the bathroom, but he caught her before she could escape. They fell onto the bed laughing, wrapped in each other’s arms. As the night went on, Ashley finished dressing in a nude-colored lace dress that hugged her curves tightly and stopped just below her knees. Dante couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You look so gorgeous,” he murmured, spinning her around.

In his eyes, she was more than perfect and he doubted if she was even human as no human should possess such beauty that she possessed. “Is there a problem, Chase?” she asked again and this time, she managed to get his attention, as he slowly stared up at her. She frowned as soon as she noticed the lust in his eyes. Chase coughed as if the charm she had on him had broken as he finally came back to reality and out of his fantasies. “No, not at all,” he began and his eyes scrutinized the room as if looking for something. “Do you know where Alesha is?” he asked while staring back at her.