"Excuse me, you're Joan Hargreaves, right? Hello, I'm Cassidy. Cassidy Myers." Cassidy said giving Joan a sly grin."Yes I'm Joan, how may I help you miss Myers?" Joan asked the strange woman. She had no idea who this woman was or what she wanted but Joan decided to at least hear her out."There are a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you about an acquaintance of ours," Cassidy said taking a closer look at Joan.Joan wondered who the person Cassidy was referring to was, "and who is that?""Can we find a place to talk? This could take a while.""Well, there's a pastry shop nearby, it's just around the corner," Joan offered."That would be perfect, lead the way.""I see why he chose you, other than your family name I mean," Cassidy said appraising the young woman before her. The two of them were seated outside of the pastry shop. The color of the day has taken a darker luster."Excuse me?" Joan said visibly offended. She had no idea what the stranger before her meant by her word
Asher sighed as he approached the door that led to the one he earnestly seeks. He was nervous. He doesn't do nervous. At least that's what he thought. He had to wait out at the apartment lobby to confirm Francesca leaving the building. When he was sure Francesca had left Asher called and texted Joan just before he boarded the elevator on the ground floor. And he was once again left with no response. Armed with no other choice, he resolved to eradicate whatever Joan's grievances were.He heard the shuffling of feet from inside the apartment after he pressed the door button. A moment later he noticed movement behind the door but it remained closed."Joan I know you're inside. Would you please open the door?" Asher directed at the metal door in front of him. It would seem Joan has no intention of seeing him. "I'm not going anywhere I'll be here when you decide to open the door."After some minutes had passed Asher heard the door crack open, just enough for Joan to stick her head out. Th
"Ooh! Uh...." Joan mewled as Asher probed into her warmth. His touch teasing spots that sent sparks up her nerve endings.It has been so long since she's felt pleasure like this from someone else. Not since Dylan.While there has been a plethora of suitors over the past three years. She had not taken any of them seriously. Nothing past a few dates.She would tell herself she was too busy to date. Too busy with her final exams. Too busy with work. But the truth is she was scared. Scared she would end up like her mom. Forever in love. Forever pining on a man who wouldn't be there. A man who would move on conveniently after her death. She knew it was one of the reasons she broke up with Dylan.The joke didn't escape her. The fact is all the men she's had congress with, as few as they are-Dylan and now Asher-had many attributes her father had. The fact that she is naked and writhing under the tongue of Asher. A man that not only embodies the ambitious and successful character of her fathe
The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it. Still, she could remember it all, his kisses, his teasing touch. Good lord, Asher going down on her, their congress, and her climaxes. The picture of Asher's lust-filled eyes seared into her brain. The bumps and contours of his hard body on top of her body as he took her, bringing her to unbelievable highs. She shivered at the memories of the previous night, reminiscing about it made her body feverish, and it excited her. She however had to keep her ex
"Oh... yes... like that... don't stop... use your hands," Asher instructed Joan who was bobbing her head on his shaft.Joan had spent the last couple of days with Asher at his apartment in Central Park South. It was the penthouse of the Ego apartment building and it was huge. Much bigger than Francesca's apartment and it had two floors. With the upper floor housing the suites, den, and library. The first floor had a gym, kitchen, living room, and dining room.Asher's apartment truly is a luxury, each suite was fitted with a modern bathroom. It's completed with an outdoor terrace and a fireplace.The apartment was glamorous, and it offered a mesmerizing view of the city's skyline. She especially loved the great view over Central Park. The past week with Asher was quite the ride. Asher has continually redefined Joan's meaning of pleasure through countless mind-blowing orgasms. So much so that the pair had not only spent the week together, they were now midway through the following week
Asher caught himself tapping to the melodious voice of Ben E. King. The harmonious note of the song Spanish Harlem serenaded his apartment.Listening to a song like Spanish Harlem was Joan's choice. Not like he cared much for music, but the few times he does he usually listen to dark classical music from the likes of Beethoven and Dvorak. Nevertheless, he found he enjoyed the soulful song too.He was currently picking out movies for himself and Joan, well it was for Joan really. She had insisted on them staying indoors for the night. She declared it a movie night. So he was debating on whether he should pick a thriller or a romance movie.Asher watched as Joan finally descended the stairs that led to the top floor where the suites were. She had on one of his sweaters, a light blue cable knit sweater.He stifled a chuckle as she reached the end of the stairs. The sweater she wore was considerably bigger on Joan's much smaller frame and it hung past the middle of her thigh.Asher though
Joan since Nolan's sudden visit to Asher's apartment finds herself constantly anxious. She acknowledged that trouble was coming for her. Nolan coming to Asher's apartment had marked that. Still, she had no idea what form the storm coming would take but she knew why it was coming. She has flown too close to Asher's sky. And just like with Emily, the sun that is Nolan probably wanted her burnt.She was anxious, yet, at the moment she felt confident and safe. She recognized that her confidence perhaps came from Asher who at present had his right hand intertwined in her left one. He was driving them to Maven, and he'd personally come to pick her up. She knew he was being protective of her, it was odd, but gestures like this made Asher more appealing to her.Asher's sideways glance was met with Joan's amber eyes focused on him. It seemed he'd caught his lover taking sneak peeks of him. This was made evident by the sudden turn of her head to the other side and the bright crimson on her chee
Jacob stared at the multi-floor home before him with some apathy. The night was still in its youth, the sun had set not too long ago. It was evident that Jacob was weary as he stood before the brownstone townhouse a frown creasing on his features. Visiting a townhouse in the West Village, alone, was not part of his schedule when he rose from bed that morning. Needless to say, the townhouse before him is an annoyance, it was not a place he wanted to be, nor did he have any business there. However he had no choice but to come, it was the location his blackmailers gave him. His unknown blackmailers had sent him details about his and Mabel's misappropriation of company funds that hit too close to be ignored. They had given him the location of the townhouse and he had come with the hope of striking a deal, probably to pay them off. As he steps closer to the house, Jacob thought it silly, who in their right mind would use a townhouse for such a base act as blackmail? On the other hand, he