Johanna Mason Novels & Stories

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

"Back off, you trash! I'm Henry Jourdain's mother. Call him. Now. I'll beat him to death!" Her hair was hacked up, uneven—almost ridiculous. Still, she stood in front of me, shielding me like I was her kid. Gracie hit the floor, then snapped back up, furious. She slapped Johanna again. "You old thing, pretending to be my husband's mother? Look at you—think you're worthy? Not a single designer piece. If you're gonna fake it, at least make it believable!" Johanna always wore custom pieces—soft fabrics, no flashy logos.

I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before answering her. "I-Is Mrs. Clarkson there?" I asked the maid anxiously and swallowed hard. The person I was looking for is not an ordinary woman in this society. She was well known for being rich and having businesses across the globe. That woman was Clark's mother who was extremely wealthy. My knees were shaking out of fear and nervousness. Nervous due to the idea that Clark and his mother got into trouble because of me. Getting nervous because I know Clark's mom already knew that I was a prostitute.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

she says in a quiet voice. “Good, we are getting somewhere. Now where was I – oh yes, I was the toughest and bravest warrior Golden Moon Pack had. And one day I met my beautiful mate, Maria. She was stunning Kate and kind, so kind to everyone. And after a year we had a pup – a little girl named Ella. She was as beautiful as her mother,” I say losing myself for a moment down memory lane. Shaking myself, I realize I can’t afford to get too caught up in the past, I have revenge on my mind.

She considers that he will be able to hack in to it anyway if he is half as good as people say he is. It only takes her a few minutes to collate all the information she needs about the man she had killed earlier in the morning. She turns round again to check on the computer geek before typing in new info. She has a sudden urge to do a check on Karen Anderson, something she has never thought of doing before. An information box pops up on the screen telling her that access to Karen Anderson’s file is denied to anyone without a Sigma clearance level. This surprises her. Only Directors have Sigma clearance.

Sofia dragged me to the present and I smiled at her. "Come on let's eat, " I said. "Johanna will be wondering where I am," "Johanna?" Sofia raised her brow. "My housekeeper, " I answered. "She is to be credited with managing the entire place and me as well, " "Oh, can I meet her? I want to see the woman who manages the great Liam Mckinnon," She giggled. I laughed at her and nodded my head as we headed back. I tried not to dwell much on how great it felt to hold hands with her.

Instead, she said directly, “I don’t think it concerns you even if I did bathe in the hot spring with him! Isn’t it over between us, Mason?” That riled him up. It just so happened that John needed to report something urgent to her. Knocking on the door, he said, “I need your decision on something urgent, Ms. Zoe.” Now that Mason knew she was taking a soak, he could just imagine she wearing nothing but a thin bathrobe when she answered the door. A bathrobe like that did nothing to hide her darling figure! How he wished that he could take a flight to Nihonburg and strangle the life out of John.