Novels by A novel by Nancy

Narrators pov…..(present-day) The soft hum of the engine and the air conditioner blowing on the car did nothing to calm Adrianna's raging thoughts. She felt worn out from a long day of work, and the upcoming shareholder meeting weighed heavily on her mind. A notification pops up on her screen. How can she forget? Her Father has arranged another blind date for her, who would it be this time around?? A son commander?? President?? A CEO? Or maybe an old mafia this time around. She was tired of her Father's demands but what could she do?? Who could have taught that for the past five years, she would remain his puppet?? Adrianna quickly made a U-turn, driving to the most popular and exquisite designer store in the whole of California. To get some dresses. “Pretty dresses make a pretty girl's day!” She chuckles at the thought of that and pushes the door open to the upscale designer store, the sound of soft music and hum of conversations enveloped her. She makes her way to the reception

Chapter 7 “Please state your name and occupation for the record,” the prosecutor said, her voice firm and commanding. “A—Adrianna Houston,” I stuttered my voice barely a whisper. “I was an intern under Lance Hamilton. I stood at the witness stand, my heart racing with anxiety. I could feel Lance's eyes on me filled with a mix of relief and gratitude. He thought I was there to vindicate him, to tell the truth about the false evidence that my Father had planted but I couldn’t. I held everything in me not to face his eyes. I wish I could help you, Lance. I wish I could but I meant nothing to my father, a pawn in his game. “Can you describe your relationship with the defendant, Lance? The prosecutor asked, her eyes narrowing slightly……I hesitated, feeling a knot form in my stomach. This was my final chance to redeem myself and save Lance but my Father is a ruthless and ambitious man. He would stop at nothing till he uproots any threat standing in his way. Lance's life and my sister

“How could you do this to me, Adrianna?? You should always watch your back because I will be back and I will stop at nothing but to hunt and perish your soul!!” That was Lance's final words to me as I dropped the receiver suspended from the opposite side of the glass that separates visitors and prisoners. Lance on the other side, looked at me with dead eyes. That was the scariest face he had ever worn. I can remember how loud and repeatedly my heart beat up until this day. Lance is back and he will surely get his revenge but when?? And how ?? The thought of it always gives me a panic attack. I sat back at my desk, sipping my coffee and staring out the window, trying to calm my nerves down. The sound of my office door caught my attention but I didn't bother to look back. I knew it was no other person but my father. I know him too well, his rigid footsteps always gave him away. “Why are you looking unprofessional this morning??. His gruffs. I turned to meet his stern face. It left

Adrianna’s POVFive years agoI felt him freeze. He was like a statute, unmoving and unresponsive. I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue trace his, eager for a reaction.Nothing.I moved away, my face burning. “I… I think it was the wine.”He moved suddenly, his hand cupping my nape and pulling me to him. The kiss was fast and urgent, almost desperate. His fingers fisted in my hair and tilted my face backward so he could spread slow, drugging kisses along my jaw and my ear. I bit back a moan, scared that any sounds I made would ruin this moment.His hand pressed at the small of my back, bringing me even closer to him. The hand in my hair let go, brushing the buttons of my blouse and I felt his lips against my neck.“I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He whispers close to my ear, his voice low with desire. “Everyday since you became my assistant.”His low, deep words sent heat pooling in my belly. His fingers made short work of my buttons, easing me back so I lay on the carpet, bared

Adrianna’s POVFive years agoI sat in the living room with the woman who introduced herself as Portia. She seemed to blend in with the silent sophistication of the living room. The interior of Lance's home was elegant in a soft way, with well matched nude couches and walls. The floors were panned with wood. There was an electronic fireplace below the television set.My eyes fell on Portia again, the lady who exuded so much sexuality and charm that even I was impressed. Was she Lance's girlfriend?I suddenly felt stupid, feeling the urge to do up my buttons. Why would he even look at me if he had such a sensual woman waiting in his home? Yes, she was a bit older, but I doubted Lance was the kind of man to let something so trivial as age get in the way of a relationship he wanted.She poured herself some wine, her eyes next straying from me.“You said you were Adrianna? His assistant?” she asked, settling down on a couch opposite me. I nodded.“And you came over tonight to give him…” h

Adrianna’s POV(Five years ago)“We’re having a group of entrepreneurs over at the office today at two.” Lance said one morning as we rode in the elevator together. There were about three other people in the elevator with us so we were forced to stay with our shoulders pressed together.“Entrepreneurs?” I echoed.“The founders of Canyon.” He said. “You know, the underwear brand?”I felt a blush heat my face. I wasn’t prudish or anything, it just felt a bit too Intimate talking about underwear with Lance.Lance had zeroed in on Canyon stock prices as having great potential to skyrocket in a year or two. It had taken less than a week to reel them in.“Sweetheart, I know this is too much to ask, given the amount of work I've piled up for you,” He said sheepishly. “but I’d really appreciate it if you could keep the minutes of the meeting for me.”With Lance, words like “sweetheart” or “darling” were not endearments but mere placeholders for names. Or being nice. Knowing that didn't stop my