Chapter Sixteen

"Thank you for everything. You don't have any idea what you have done for me." Hillary said and Asher nodded.

"Nice doing business with you" Asher said. "If you need my help again in any way. Don't hesitate to call"

Hillary nodded. "I sure will" he said.

Minutes later, Asher left.

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"Y'all let her get away, you stupid bastards" Alex yelled. He took a chair and hurled it at the wall. The chair broke, One of the pieces barely missing one of Chase's eyes.

No one moved. They just stared into space like zombies.

"You guys had one job, one job damn it... And you blew it. How hard is it to watch one girl" Alex yelled, kicking a stool. He moved forward and grabbed Johnny by the collar of his shirt. "How the hell did this happen? Where the hell were you? You had one fucking job, you imbecile"

Johnny struggled to get free himself of Alex's hold. "We took turns watching her" he yelled when Alex finally let him go. "I put Felix in charge, man. I wasn't here"

"Of course, you weren't here" Alex said, his face furious. "You are never where you are supposed to be... Not ever"

"It's not my fault you don't have a life" Johnny retorted and Alex glared at him.

"Stupid mother fucker" Alex swore.

His eyes fell on Felix. He went to him and pushed him to the wall. His hands curled around Felix's throat and he began to squeeze. Felix began to choke, unable to breath.

"You idiot" Alex said. "You were in charge, weren't you? I'm going to kill you"

"Yeah that's right" Johnny said sarcastically. "What a good idea. Kill him. Like we don't have enough problems already"

Alex reluctantly released Felix, who fell on the floor, trying to get air back into his starved lungs.

"Did you even try to find her" Alex asked, sounding even more furious.

"We tried" Chase replied. "Whoever came for her was very good.... And ready. They had a fucking helicopter and guns for fucks sake. We have to watch her apartment and her father's house. See if she returns.

Alex sat on a nearby chair and buried his head in his hands. They didn't even get the damn ransom for God's sake. All their efforts and plans had been for nothing. He wanted punch something... Or preferably, someone. He was so pissed.

"Has the boss called?" Johnny asked.

Alex raised his head and shook it. "No he hasn't called" he replied. "And God help us all when he does. He's going to be so angry... We have to keep searching for her. We have to find her... For our sakes"

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When Kimberly woke up, it was already dark. She had slept for hours and she felt well rested... Finally. It had been a while since she had slept that well... So peacefully without worrying about someone hurting her or killing her. She felt safe... Still a bit shaken about the whole thing, but at least she felt safe. She was with family again.

She got up from the bed and went to take a shower. She thought about Asher Adams, the really hot guy who had rescued her. The man she would never see again...she felt a bit saddened by the thought. She shouldn't feel that way... Not after the way Mr grumpy had acted towards her.

Stripping down and turning up the temperature on the shower's spray, she felt her body melt into the hot water, the sting of the jets tearing her away from her looping thoughts, putting the focus back on her body. Rivulets of water streamed over her breasts, down her belly, with its gentle curves and lush skin, pooling at her V and sliding down her thighs, a familiar heat rushing into her womanhood.

Kimberly remembered how it had felt when he carried her, her body pressed firmly against his. It may have been for a minute, but his mark really was on her.... Somehow.

Closing her eyes, she remembered his touch and felt an incongruous sense of guilt. Guilt? The man might even have a girlfriend or wife... Though she didn't remember seeing a ring on his finger, but some people didn't wear theirs all the time, right?

Yet here she was, wondering and wishing that Asher Adams was in her.

On her. All over her.

The detachable shower head was about to earn its keep. She knew exactly where to aim it, her hands practiced when it came to masturbating. All her normal fantasies, though, weren't cutting it—not the dream about that hot guy she had seen in a movie. Instead, her mind drifted to Asher Adams.

As she parted her labia and zeroed the jet spray on her clit, she fought the image of Asher. Yet nothing made it go away. Her body responded to the mere idea of it, of him, of his hands, his mouth, his dick, focused on her. On her needs, on her pleasure, on her discovery. Damn.

This was crazy! She hadn't even spent any remarkable time with Asher. Hardly any body contact apart from him grabbing and pulling and carrying her... And all that hadn't even lasted for more than a few minutes. She was never to see him again. Why was she letting them dominate her fantasies?

She couldn't answer the questions. All she knew was that she was really enjoying this damned fantasy of Asher Adams. A little fantasy couldn't hurt now, could it? She wanted Asher, his juices in her, his saliva dried on her, his kiss and skin and lips all—well, that wasn't going to happen... Ever. But her neck tightened as her breasts swelled, her hands holding the shower spray in one hand, centered straight on her clit now, her other hand parting her labia and two fingers slowly entering her, the balance hard to achieve but easier as she propped one foot up on the edge of the tub and leaned back against the shower wall.

Her fingers encountered her soft flesh, her mouth spreading with an unexpected grin as she realized that she was enjoying this fantasy of hers a bit too much.

Ah, Asher. She wondered what he would actually be like in bed. The man had a great body...he obviously worked out a lot. He looked dangerous. She never thought she would ever be attracted to a man like that. But yet, here she was.