Throttled Lauren Asher Series Novels & Stories

He quickly stood up and didn’t wait for the directors to bow their heads for him before he paced out of the conference room, walking and running. THIRTY MINUTE LATER Asher felt relaxed after he rested for a few minutes. He walked back to his seat and sat down to work. As he opened the file in his front, Layla walked in. Asher sighed tiredly, though he wasn’t afraid of her again, but he didn’t want to see her yet. “What are you doing here?” He asked. She ignored his question and walked closer. She offered herself a seat and sat down. “What are you doing here?” He asked again. He scoffed slightly before she could answer. Are you here to beg me?”

Asher said, causing Thorne to nod. “Now let’s move” Asher said as he swiped his card over the card reader and the door opened up allowing then to go through, two mske voices were coming from a distance causing Asher and Thorne to stop in their tracks, “hold on” Asher whispered to Thorne, as they waited for the men to come closer. When they were a foot from them, Thorne took one out with the stun gun and when the other one was about to turn and attack Asher put him in a choke hold, knocking him unconscious.

She raised the knife to stab me when the door splintered open and she fell down, groaning while men streamed in, their gazes sharp as it landed on me. What do you want from me, you scoundrels?!” I screamed, voice raw. “Go crawl back into the pit that spawned you!” They didn’t flinch at my outburst. “Enough.” The voice that followed was cold, deep, certain. Smoke curled from the broken door. He stepped through it like he owned the night. Asher. Every soldier fell back when he entered. His eyes were darker than I remembered—like storm clouds ready to break. “You run well for a common slave,” he said.

LUNA'S POV He wanted to know if I wanted more. Did I want more? Of course, I wanted more! I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. The orgasm I felt was like no other. This wasn't my first time having orgasms but nothing prepared me for the one that assaulted my nerves. My body was still tingling but I wanted to continue. I doubt I would see Asher after this night which was a good thing because I didn't want to be caught up with a man like h-

If anything, he was the one who enjoyed himself. A little while later, Lauren walked in the door. Aspen looked up and teased, "You're late today, Lauren. You look exhausted." Lauren kicked off her heels and plopped down beside Andrew. "Yeah, I'm beat. Just came back from the hospital. Christina and Leroy are finally out of danger." Aspen made a noncommittal sound. "What now? Something else happened to the ever-dramatic Stevens family? Honestly, nine out of ten things I hear about them, I don't even believe anymore."

I fired at once, ready to defend myself just in case he was trying to make fun of me. “Harper Thorne, twenty-three years old. Graduated at the top of her class, lost her mother barely six months ago. Was sold to the Nyx club by her father’s new wife, Anissa. Am I missing something?” Asher’s gaze was laced with so much confidence after he left me speechlessly staring at him with my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. “I know you more than you think, Harper. I am certain that you are aware that a powerful man like me wouldn’t find it difficult to know things about anyone I am interested in.”

It had barely been thirty seconds. Thirty seconds since Tatum started screaming, thirty seconds since my fist connected with his nose, and somehow Lauren had already appeared like she’d been summoned by a distress signal only she could hear. For a brief moment I genuinely wondered if she and her brother were telepathically linked. Or maybe they were literally joined at the hip. But as she got closer, I noticed something that made my eyebrows rise. She looked… different. The Lauren who had gone upstairs earlier had been dripping in accessories—gold chains and layered necklaces that jingled every time she moved. Her heels had been sky-high, clicking loudly on the steps.

The machines around Aislen were the only noise as Rhett drowsed on the armchair, opening his eyes as they entered and rising to his feet to stretch as they put the flowers on the windowsill. Lauren didn’t look at Rhett. She was always weird around him, Cameron thought, probably because Rhett had f-ked her once at a stupid house party. Girls were sometimes weird after… He cut himself off and frowned. In his head he heard Aislen’s voice: “From the purely human perspective, you f-king raped me.”

Unanswered questions it seems. "Alaya, wait." I feel Asher's hand on my arm. He's wearing satin gloves. Typical, he's a male either keeping to fashion trends, or he's not looking to find his mate tonight. At least I don't think I have a Luna yet. "I don't want to hear it. I'm done. I want to go home and pretend like none of this ever happened, because I'm going to get more information doing that, then standing around you for another second. Also, I'm pretty sure this is all some strange part of my imagination, after drinking those ridiculous drinks inside. What are they made of anyway?"

And, there I find the answers to my questions. Winona Laurier, Asher's mother is a schizophrenic patient. She is in a care home in Vaguel-corser for 13 years. Anthony Carter died 3 years ago from lung cancer. His second wife was Asher's guardian for a year after his death. But after some disputes involving court verdicts, Anthony Carter's cousin, Mason Barlowe took up Asher's guardianship. I couldn't help but leave a sigh after reading the tragic description of Asher's family. Anyway, I quickly close the page and log out from the server as I knew Aaron could come at any instant.