Kristen Ashley Wild Man Novels & Stories

But hey you won't blame me, she's the only queer person I know about that's married. Asher saying he wanted my last name was crazy at first but then his reasons were super valid. Peterson was haunting him, he needed break from that man's name, and he was definitely jumping on this opportunity. Plus he said my name was sexy. Asher Greenwood, Damn, okay that is sexy as fuck. The color of the day was Black, white and oxblood. I don't know how to explain it but, that color was just suitable for us, it was our color.

“You’re not a kid, Lexie. You’re a grown woman. A maddening, impulsive, beautiful woman.” He exhaled hard. “You talk too much. You drive me insane. But none of that changes the fact that I want you.” My heart stuttered in my chest. “I’m not the man you think I am,” he whispered. “You’ve seen Ram Jordan. You haven’t seen the version of me that no woman has ever satisfied.” He came even closer. So close, his heat was on my skin. “You wanted one night? You wanted me to fuck you?” I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to.

But Irvine was already surrendering and she was already giving in to whatever and whoever this was. The stranger kissed her more hungrily this time grabbing one of her breasts whilst at it, he kissed her as though he had been starving and she was the only thing that could fill him up. His lips moved against hers with such urgency, and she let out a sound half gasp, that was sign to him that she had let down her guards so he took the hand grabbing her face down to her behind and did a small grab. He smiled subtly against her mouth when she moaned again, it was a knowing smile, then he deepened the kiss. Her fingers twisted the fabric of his shirt, she was desperate for balance because now her

I was not done with the woman before me. “I will show you right now who the real First Lady is,” I grunted with rage. Just as I crossed the gap between us to engage with her physically, Asher stepped in, holding my arms and pushing me away with his strength. “Don’t you ever lay your filthy hands on her,” he said coldly. “I know all about your cheating and bad behaviors. Your parties and everything. I know all about it. But guess what, Zendaya is a thousand times better than you will ever be so stop trying so hard and leave already.”

In fact, it gave the illusion as if she was the queen who could not be bothered by the buzzing of the mere mortals around her. The woman was no other than Ashley Connor—the famous joke of the entertainment industry who was currently viral for her black materials. Her crazy pursuit against the famous socialites, influencers, and celebrities whose names were attached or photographed at the same angle as her husband earned her as the most hated small celebrity in the industry. Many believed that the reason why she was able to take part in the audition today was because she was the nominal wife of Jaxon Elijah—the big boss among the big bosses of the capital.

He hit hard, rolling fast, crashing like a wrecking ball. Ashley landed on her heels, elegant and fierce. I watched the man roll down the stairs, his body pounding against each step until he landed in front of Chris and the others, limp and lifeless. Jake stepped closer, nudged him with his boot, and said, “He’s unconscious.” Ashley cracked her fingers. “He will be fine.” My heart outpaced my breaths. I always forgot how badass she was. It was one of the reasons I had fallen for her in the first place. She didn’t need saving. Hell, she didn’t need a man. She was the man.

“FUCK!!! "I'm going to kill you!" "Don't do it, Tristan!" Please, no." Tristan's emotions, as a man who has just turned thirty-four, are simply unbearable. He kept punching his fists, kicking hard, and nearly breaking the neck of Carlos, an actor with whom Ayana had an affair.

Inside the car, Asher leaned back against the seat, his eyes half-closed. The coldness radiating from him was enough to reveal just how terrible his mood was. Ethan glanced at him several times before sighing. “Elena really isn’t simple.” She had not only caught Asher’s attention but had also captured the heart of Kevin, a powerful and attractive man. That alone proved she knew how to handle herself. Asher let out a mocking scoff and slowly opened his eyes. His deep gaze concealed everything he was feeling.

The assistant's eyes widened in recognition. "Miss... Miss Knight?" James stammered. "The one from this morning's news?" "The very same." Ashlyn's smile was practiced perfection. "And you are?" "Richard Walker," the tall man answered, studying her with intense eyes. "Though I'm sure you already knew that." "Actually, I didn't." She met his gaze steadily. "But I do know we both need a marriage certificate tonight." Richard's eyebrows rose slightly. "And why would the infamous Ashlyn Knight want to marry a stranger?"

he said on the phone as he got into the car "I'll repeat and repeat.. I don't need your money anymore, Mr. Kristen, it's time for confrontation and humiliation! Come to the place I'll send you and I'll tell you what I want." "Fuck you" Kristen whispered when that idiot hung up Minutes until I send him a website and write under it "You'd better be alone if you want her, Aisha!" 35 He really regretted that he invited him to his wedding! He would never have known her if he hadn't seen her that day