Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

Lindsay faked a laugh. Only a fool would not decipher that she was trying to undermine Samantha's presence and power. "Some people do not have access to the Internet even in this age. I'm not surprised about that. It's one of those things that people experience all the time. You cannot be one of those people can you?" Orion watched with amusement. This was the closest Samantha could come to showing her jealousy, so he was going to fan it until she exploded. "Ladies, since both of you have met, I think it puts me out of my misery. Lindsay is in charge of Jupiter holdings."

Lindsay asks, furrowing her brow and not hiding the look of disgust. "Forgive me, I never introduced you," Ryan says, turning to her rather impolitely as he takes my sweaty hand. "Darling, this is Miss Lindsay Thomas, she's been working at JBR Enterprises for a few years. And this lady here is my lovely wife, Mrs. Morgana Burke." He approached and kissed me on the cheek. Lindsay's gaze toward me now is completely different from our first contact; it seemed jealous and surprised. A kind of respect shines in her eyes in a different way.

****** Third Person POV The glass doors dividing the balcony from the Luna's chambers softly creaks open like a creep in the middle of the silent night. Leaxandra was a heavy sleeper and not to mention she stayed up late, she couldn't be stirred awake easily now and he knows that too. "God, I got too riled up and ended up coming here instead." The man in the shadow laughs as soon as he reaches her bedside. "But can you blame my patience, Scarlett?" Leaning down, he closely examines her beautiful face morphed into relaxation. Like an angel destined to pull him down all through seven layers of hell.

Really looked. “They used the wrong sample.” Silence. I forced the words out, as if they scraped my throat on the way up. “It’s Ethan Williams.” She stared at me. No. She stared through me. “Ethan... Williams?” Her voice cracked. “Like... Ethan? New York’s emotionally constipated prince of darkness? That one?” I just nodded. Lindsay made this noise—like a laugh and a gasp and a swear all tangled together. “I need to sit down,” she said.