All Chapters of ASH THUNDER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 Whoever said there's no such thing as just fucking a woman and not catching feelings needs to have his head examined. I take a sip of the scotch in my hand and wince as it burns a path down my throat. As I throw back the second refill, I grudgingly realize that person just might be correct. I know hazel eyes no longer works for Harry's cargo and she's starting nursing school the following week. That means whatever shit I have with her should have closed down the moment I heard. Instead, I made a deal with Mr. Harry that as long as I keep sending in goods through him, he should keep paying her, and double of what she was earning. That wasn't all. When I got a text from her asking if I'd sent her flowers, I felt something inch it's way across my chest, tightening it, constricting it. I shouldn't have gone to see her, hell, seeing her that day wasn't even on my mind. But what did I do? I got into the car and drove, like a mad man, to her doorstep, asking the first thing

Chapter 23I like to think of myself as an attractive young woman, one who's kind and blushes at the very idea of dirtying her reputation. I've always been a prim and proper lady with a sense of modesty. I've never used 'fuck' when talking.All that stops today as I stare at the man that has continuously plagued my dreams.Swear words dance on the tip of my tongue, ready to be let loose. Blood rushes to my head as Ash walks closer to me. My eyes zone in on his hand which is clasping the hand of the woman beside him. A woman that isn't me. I expect him to speak to me, or to make a snide remark about why I'm just standing and staring at them.What I don't expect is the reaction I get.He walks past me like I'm air.Like I don't exist.Like I'm nothing.The woman gives me a curious look and tightens her hold on Ash's hand. They pass me, and his cologne wafts into my nostrils. That woodsy, minty smell I've gotten acc

Chapter 25Happiness is being fucked so rough you can hardly breathe, can hardly speak, can do nothing but squeal like a rat as he nails you over and over, pushing inside of you so hard, so deep, that you can feel the man not only with your body, but also with your soul as well. Happiness is waking up the following morning, barely able to recall your own name because the only one that mattered was his, screamed so loud your throat is painfully raw, like the name had bled from your lips.And love. . .It means seeing the beauty in the ugly, the light in the dark, and accepting that even if the lights are off and I can't see what's in front of me, there will be something to guide my way. Love means turning yourself inside out and handing yourself over to someone else. Trusting them to touch you, handle your and bend you, but never break what you give them.It takes just two days to realize it. Two days of bei

Chapter 27Thank God for alarm clocks. I jet up immediately, momentarily confused as I look around wonderingly. I search for my phone and stop the shrill noise coming from it, then drag myself to take a shower. Probably the shortest I've ever taken, after which I throw on some clothes, not checking to see what they are.Way to go making a good first impression, Alicia.I flip my rucksack onto my back and throw all my necessities inside.Wallet and Phone CheckLipgloss CheckHouse keys CheckI rush out of the apartment and grab the key from inside my bag before locking it and throwing it back inside.Thirty minutes later and I'm racing to my first class. I practically ask a million people before I'm able to find my way to the lecture theater. If not for a good Samaritan who practically takes me by the hand and leads me there, I would have totally missed it, which by the way is already underway as I slide int

Chapter 29I decide to take an Uber and get to Katva at seven instead of eith in the morning, as requested by Oscar.Katva is enormous.Elation soars through me as I take in the skyscraper buildings and sprawling grounds.I had done my homework on this place. I know it's owned by four brothers and is evenly distributed amongst them, each manning a particular section. The oldest brother man's the resorts and hotels while the other three man the shopping malls, strip clubs and night clubs.On a hunch, I tell the driver to drop me off directly in front of the night club. As I come down, three girls file out through the door wearing skimpy clothes and full faces of make up. I don't need a crystal ball to know they just finished their night shift. There's a reason Oscar told me to meet him here, neither am I naive to know I would be taken for one of those same jobs these girls just got off.Even though I'm not a n