The Anderson Tapes Novel Novels & Stories

Presley realized Anderson must have gone for them after he got her parents. “Looks like it,” Anderson grunted. “We all know you’re gay, or at least bisexual. I mean we saw the video your extortionist took of you on your desk, and it was borderline violent but you did get off so I’m inclined to think you do like pussy but we also saw all the videos of you with the showgirls in Bangkok and you were quite capable of getting off in them as well.” “You watched the videos?” Gavin made a face of disgust. Anderson shrugged, “I’m the guy who always rubbernecks at a car accident.”

Anderson was still tied up and hadn’t eaten or drank anything the whole time, looking as miserable as he could be. He heard footsteps at the door and raised his eyes. The next thing he saw was Archibald’s ominous face. He knew his grandpa well. So, he asked at once, “What did you do? Did you do something to Gwynn?” The old man gave him a cold glance. His grandson was truly beyond redemption. At the next moment, he flung a stack of erotic pictures at Anderson. “What has come over you?!” The shameful pictures fell and scattered across the ground. Anderson’s eyes were filled with animosity when he looked at them. Gulping, he asked, “Where did you get these?”

Chapter Eighteen Anderson sat in his office, his gaze fixed on the skyline as the city buzzed with life below. Despite the looming threat from the board, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. Agnes’s plan was bold, but it was exactly the kind of move he needed to shake things up and regain control of his company. The meeting with NovaTech was set for later in the week, and Anderson was determined to walk in prepared, armed with the leverage he needed to secure the deal on his terms.

Elias for the first time his eyes went wide, “you don't know what you're talking about.” “Oh no,” she smiled, finally finding what she wanted, “I have in my records about five and a half years ago Andre was brought here on this deathbed. Someone said it was Elias Anderson who did it to him. No idea who claimed it but just thought it was something you should know.” That's when she turned to leave. I cocked an eyebrow at him, “going to tell me about it?” He shrugged, “Between you and Andre, not my story to tell.”

So, he makes up his mind to go back to his house. At this night, Zyrril’s eyes are oriented; the guy was her sweetheart before. Her hands are desiring to hold this guy. However, the guy has recently gone to her bright eyes. Despite that, her eyes are now busy as beaver to find him. Meanwhile, her feet are moving forward to the place where she has recently found him; she is trying to smell Anderson’s shoulder, yet her nose never smells to the guy’s odor. This will make her heart to be down in the dumps. Inside the room, Anderson is looking at the album where he will be seeing Zyrril’s picture. His golden heart is refreshing of what he had been happening with her before.