Indiana Evans Novels & Stories

" I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer. "Don't force my hand here, Cynthia. Please wait for me outside, I'll go find you once I'm done here." He spoke in a low tone, as if I were someone he was ashamed to be seen with. I stopped pushing, knowing that I couldn't get an answer now. But I wasn't expecting to bump into Jade as soon as I stepped out. I had never seen her before, but Evan had described her so vividly in his scripture. Her jet-black hair, fair skin, even the small light brown mole by her brow—it was all exactly the same.

i introduced myself offering her a handshake "Am Carolina James"she replied accepting the handshake "Her body was just as beautiful as her face"I thought as I stared at her "Um Evans, please can you stop staring at me like that and please let go of my hands"the lady asked as she was tired of me staring at her like an idiot "Am so sorry"i replied as I left her hands "Let me help you with that"I offered taking two luggages "You don't have to"she replied as she tried to get them from me

Her mother turned her head and their eyes met. Mrs Evans was over the moon when she saw them. She hugged her daughter and kissed her God granddaughter and said, “Let me introduce you. This is Miss Joy Dube, the founder of His Own Image Boutique. Joy, this is my daughter, Bridgette, and my God granddaughter, Avery Martins.” Joy smiled brightly and replied, “Nice to meet you, Miss Evans. You are so beautiful.” Bridgette reached out her hand and shook Joy’s hand, smiling, and replied, “Pleasure is mine, Miss Dube.”

"Mona is another one of our Doms, while Tyra and Savannah are subs." "Beautiful Indian girl over there, her name is Shyla. That girl's hips don't lie, and most of them men just like watching her dance." Cindy nodded her head in the direction of a thin dark olive-skinned girl, with a golden piercing on the crook of her right nostril. Her almond shaped dark-green eyes and darkened lips gave her an exotic appealed, and when she smiled at something Simone said, Cara could understand why Cindy dubbed her as beautiful.

My thoughts were interrupted by a haughty, authoritative female voice. "Miss Evans?" I raised my head to meet a beautiful woman dressed in designer clothes, with long blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. It was his wife, Eva Braxton. She looked much more beautiful in person than on Masato's computer screen, the day he declared what my job would be for the money I so desperately needed. I stood up immediately and flashed my best smile. "Miss Braxton," I extended my hand to her, "it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm here for the-"

At the first glance, Boone could tell that she is one of the faces that he sees on every social gathering that he partakes in. Their eyes met, she smiled and walked toward him. Her hips sway on every step of the staircase that she takes. Calculated on every move and yet full of grace. “Hi. You must be Boone Wright?” Her smile didn’t leave her face as she extended a hand in front of him. “Ivy. Ivy Larson. Youngest daughter of Brady and Christie Larson and Henrick Evans’ future wife.” Boone was speechless at the woman’s long introduction. A combination of startle and confusion was on his face and the woman found it amusing. After a few seconds of not accepting her handshake, Ivy pulled away he

His tone takes on a conciliatory tone as he offers, “I’ll talk to Paul... Brielle, if Eva wants to do her sabbatical or whatever at Carter Industries, we’ll find a way to make it work.” I nearly lost it. While I’m over here trying to fry Eva’s ass, Andrei's talking about opening the Carter Industries doors to her... *** I drop my current work and turn to the web, hammering out “Eva Adams” on the keyboard. At first glance, she seems like an unassuming woman, but the more I dig, the more I uncover a tangled web of controversies. Rumors of unethical behavior and professional misconduct… Allegations of substance abuse or mental health issues…

Eva’s POV I wake up before Ian, slip out of bed, and spend an hour getting ready. Black pencil skirt, burgundy silk blouse, heels that make my legs look endless. Professional with just enough edge. Ian barely glances at me when I come downstairs. He’s at the kitchen table with his laptop, probably emailing her. Probably telling her he wishes he could leave me, if only it weren’t so complicated. Well. I’m about to make it less complicated. “I have that interview today,” I say, pouring coffee. “At Ashford Industries.”

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Sienna points to the model walking on the stage, smiling apologetically. Mr. Evans is already in his fifties, balding, and has a pair of cloudy eyes. He looks at the women on the runway and sneers in disgust, "A plastic surgery face, and you have the nerve to say she's the most beautiful woman in your company?" Sienna sees the person clearly, and her expression instantly turns ugly, "Th-that's not Natalie!" Not until another model takes the stage. "This one is not bad!" Mr. Evans looks lustfully at the runway.