Novel & Cerita Kristen Ashley Mystery Man

He cursed under his breath every now and then. Asher tensed when he caught the faint scent of sex. It was not mixed with a woman’s scent which meant the scoundrel must have jerked off. “Hello,” Asher called out, readying his stance to fight. The man bolted up hitting his head in the car with an “Oww.” “What do you want?” He grunted at them as he crawled from under the car. “Where is Sienna?” Asher did not beat around the bush as he shot the question. The quickening heartbeat and the small emotion that crossed the other man’s face were proof enough, that he was the culprit.

As if that was not shocking enough, she also found that they both were naked under the blanket. Ashley quickly scooted away from him and covered her body with the blanket. The man got woken up by her sudden movement. He rose into a sitting position and stared at her. "Hi, good morning. I know it's a bit too late to ask right now. But I'm Ashton. Ashton Grey. What's your name?" He stretched out his right hand, trying to have a handshake with her. "Ash... Ash... Ashley... Ashley White," she stuttered while reaching his hand. They had an awkward introduction that morning.

She stood there for a while looking dazed. After sometime, she came back to her senses and remembered Nick's words. She immediately pulled out her phone and went online. She widened her eyes in shock. Oh my!!Nick is such a perfectionist. He had known about treachery from a long time and even prepared a new proposal. It seems that she forgot how meticulous Nick was in his work. Good then our company is now #1 trending with the title "Asher group continues saga". She quickly opened the topic and read through it and said to herself, Wow, Mr.Asher is so awesome and she giggled to herself and patted her cheeks to bring down her excitement. "Ms.Mira, please don't slap too hard, we can't afford to

I felt like I didn’t even recognize the woman standing in front of me. Ashton gave a casual shrug, pulling on a fresh jacket. "I know. I’m as surprised as you are at how far things have spiraled," she admitted with a rueful smile, like we were discussing a deal gone sideways instead of years of lies and manipulations that had led us here. She was already moving, grabbing the front door handle as if we were late for a dinner reservation. “But we need to hurry. If what I’m thinking is true, Ashley could be in serious danger.”

she asked, trying to sound calm. Ethan's smile was enigmatic. "I could ask you the same thing," he said. "What were you doing at the warehouse?" Ava hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Ethan's eyes made her trust him. "I met someone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who claims to know the truth about you and the Kyrios." Ethan's expression changed, his eyes narrowing. "Who was it?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.

He leaned her head back and I stopped in my tracks. "Ashley?" I ran towards her but was stopped instantly as I hit a glass wall. I started to beat on it but she couldn't hear me. "Ashley! Oh God Ashley!" I was becoming hysterical. I began to beat on the wall again and again but it wouldn't bulge. How did they find her? I watched as she screamed out in pleasure. The man underneath her switched places. The bed turned where the two of them were now facing my direction. I didn't recognize the man as he looked up and was staring straight at me. He smiled at me as he rolled Ashley over and began to take her from the back.

The next day, after Landon dropped Asher off at kindergarten, she went to her classes feeling reassured. On Landon's end, he received the results of the investigation, and his expression darkened immediately. “Ellen Heigl?” “Yes,” came the response from the other end of the line. “That incident was something Ellen Heigl had arranged.” “Alright, I understand.” Landon hung up the phone and sank into deep thought. His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his chair, his gaze filled with uncertainty. After a short while, he went to his computer to confirm his suspicions. Once he finished reviewing everything, a cold smile curved his lips.

"Does he have any reason to doubt it?" "Other than the fact that we're practically strangers, and that until today we'd only met once before?" My fingers run nervously over the silken fabric of my dress. I want to tear it off my body - remove every hint of him from me - but stripping probably wouldn't make this situation any better. "There's no doubt on my end. He's... He's the only man I've been with in years." "That leaves little room for error, then," Ashlyn says. She hesitates, then puts a gentle hand on my arm. "Let's just give him a little time to get used to the idea. Give him some space to straighten himself out."

But then my phone kept ringing continuously and I had no other option but to pick it up but everything became strange when the caller didn't say anything. I hung up and went inside but I found the dressing room Ashley entered open, I called out to her multiple times but there wasn't any answer. I felt scared, so much fear was instilled in me and my heart was slashing as though a sharp knife was being used. I called the manager and we went through the cctv footage, only to see someone dressed in black leading Ashley out. I couldn't blame her for falling into his trap because he was dressed like my men but before I could process my thoughts.

His all-black getup and the faint traces of tattoos that reached his shoulders, neck, and hands that were not directly covered by his clothes screamed wild danger but this was all-too familiar for Ashley that she was so calm. Yet she did not show any trace of timidity which Nexus found interesting. The information she told him which was proven to be true was astounding enough. Now, he wondered what was the motive beneath this information and how did a simple starlet neglected by her husband was able to find this information when he was not even aware of it? “You do know what I represent, right Mrs. Elijah?” “Call me Ashley…” Like always… “And yes, I do know you and what you represent. Why do