Chapter One

Someone has been having sex in Aurora Ashgrooves, lake Travis cottage, while she's been away in Italy on vacation.

Aurora suspect's that person to be non other than her 'man whoring' brother, Angel Ashgroove.

And I am privileged to know this information first hand because Aurora and I are really close friends, also cause I'm currently outside her terminal waiting to pick her up from the airport so she can catch Angel red handed.

Aurora comes from serious money, her father is billionaire Ryle Ashgroove. And Ryle is one of the most richest men in Texas, while his son: Aaron, follows close behind him as one of the richest men in the country.

While Archer and Angel are more so celebrities.

Ryle likes to keep his four children close, especially after the mysterious passing of his wife. Which is why he personally hired assistants for all of them. These assistants make sure that when Daddy Ryle comes calling, all four of his children go running.

Whether it's a skiing trip to Aspen,vacation in Huawei or family Dinner in Dallas,the assistants make sure they are all present.

These assistants also like to gossip, so when Aurora went vacationing in Cortina d'Ampezzo her personal assistant Kendra, told her that one of Auroras brothers assistant said that a certain brother of hers was using her Cabin to host his super model girlfriend.

Kendra couldn't really say what brother's assistant in particular had told her this information: Because of assistant confidentiality ,but aurora instantly suspected it to be Angel whom was having sex in her getaway home.

She had told me as much when she'd first called to inform me, after Kendra had told her.

"Angel has the guts to bring some skank to my cottage, he is so dead when daddy finds out he's fucking another model!" Aurora had declared furiously over the phone.

Something else to note is that Ryle Ashgroove absolutely disapproves of his children dating models of any kind, ever since Angels last high profile Victoria secret model girlfriend had leaked their sex tapes on Twitter, after pictures of Angel cheating on her with another Victoria secret model appeared in the tabloids.

Aurora had been making plans, while in Italy, to come back to the States unannounced. So she can catch Angel and said model in the most compromising position. Take pictures and send it to her father.

Unannounced meaning that no one, not even Kendra could know she would be in the country.

Aurora was afraid that if Kendra somehow found out she was making plans to expose Angel, he would most likely get word of it.

And Ralph, who is Angels assistant would most likely warn himl before hand, and that would completely defeat all her plans.

However a downside of Aurora coming back so abruptly; especially since she plans to keep it a secret, is that she can not fly in on one of her father's private jet. A luxury she has been used to all her life.

So early this morning Aurora had taken the last available flight from Italy to Dallas, unfortunately the last available flight was in Economy.

And economy happens to be one of Auroras pet peeves.

I sigh for what might just be the hundredth time. The airport is pretty crowded, but it's not that I fear I won't easyily spot her. After all Aurora is 4 inches taller than my 5 foot 7 frame, plus she's a platinum blonde so it'll be easy to pick her out from this crowd.

I just have a lot of things I need to do after wards, and I kind of hope me driving her lake Travis doesn't clash with my prorities.

I spot Aurora before I can finish my train of thoughts, looking like she just spent a day at one of her father's ranches, instead of being cooped up in an 11 hour flight.

She is wearing a long beige knee length sweater,

mini denim skirt,and ankle length cow boy boots

Her Gucci purse is on one hand, while she rolls her suitcase with the other hand.

Even looking as casual as she is now Aurora is simply gorgeous.

She could easily decide to become a model, if she ever got tired of spending her father's money.

"Hey girl!" she croons as we embrace tightly. "I've missed you."

"Me too... How was your flight?"

"Please don't ask." Aurora says sounding exasperated.

We take her luggage to my car, and dump it into the trunck.

Inside the car Aurora begins to go over the plan.

"We'll drive in from the main entrance, park really far away from my yard, and go in through the front door. It's a good thing I carried my spare key instead of keeping it with Kendra." She sighs in relief. "So as soon as we get in you'll start recording_"

"Me!" I exclaim. I thought I was just suppose to drop her off, and maybe stand back for moral support.

She pouts."C'mon Yasmine, I really need you to record the whole thing. What if Angel and I get into it? He might snatch my phone."

I throw her a cautious look, wondering what the hell "getting into it" entails.

"Please, for me..." More pouting from Aurora and I finally relent.

I sigh wondering how long all this is gonna take, my schedule is pretty tight. I leave for New York early tomorrow morning ,I didn't even get to finish filming a video for my YouTube channel before meeting up with Aurora.

And I need to upload that video as soon as possible.

Not to add that I also missed another session with my therapist Ivvone.

Ah!

"How are you even certain Angel's the one in your apartment?" I ask. "You said it yourself that your other brother Acher was getting his condo renovated,what if it's him?"

She scoffs. "Archer would rather jump into acid than take a girl to my cabin, he never let's us know who he's seeing. Angel is just immature enough to do something like this, you know how he is."

No, I actually dont know how he is. The only thing I knew about any of her brothers are crumps of information I've gathered from Aurora over the years of being her friend. And some scandals they've been associated with while reading gossip magazines or the tabloids.

The Ashgroove siblings Archer and Angel are both celebrities. Angel is a pretty famous Oscar nominated actor and Archer plays hockey for the Dallas Eagles.

And While Aaron is just a simple businessman following in his father's footsteps he's a celebrities in his own right, so trying to escape them might be near impossible. They are always doing something that will land them as the major topic for some gossip blog or magazine.

I cringe internally. I can't believe the first time I'll be meeting one of the infamous Ashgroove brothers Will be in such a manner.

I should have worn a wig, I lament running a nervous hand through my afro. My hair is not giving today, it has decided to do it's own thing despite my efforts at 'styling it'.

I can't wait to get it braided in New York.

"This had better be quick, I can't miss my flight." I warn her.

"It will be quick, I promise. And by the way I'm so excited that you finally get to do this interview for The New York Times. Congratulations."

I beam. "Thank you."

I am also ecstatic and nervous. I just hit fourteen-million YouTube subscribers, an achievement I never thought I would accomplish when I first started making movie review videos all those years ago.

All those dark years ago... I push the thought out of my mind, now is not the time to be thinking about such things.

I try to remain positive considering that I have defeated all the odds, despite what my mother had predicted my life would be like. And I deserve this opportunity of having a segment written about me in one of the countries most prestigious pappers, no matter what my subconscious is saying-I deserve this.

We drive for about 3hours before we get to Lake Travis.

Aurora points out where best to park my car, before heading up to her cabin.

I get my iPhone out my pocket as she instructs me to start filming.

And since I'm a sucker for interior design, I can't help but take not of how beautiful this cottage is

The interior inside of the living room is simply exquisite. I stop and gawk at it a little, the ceilings are higher than what I'd expect in a regular lodge, the furniture looks imported and expensive, the flooring is probably one of the best wood-work I have ever seen.

Man, this place is even nicer than my Apartment! I muse to myself.

There's soft music coming from upstairs, I hear feminine laughter as well. I make sure to record all the little details; from the heels lying by the rug,to a piece of clothing that appears to be panties-Aurora wrinkles her face as she spots them- I capture her reaction too. I also zoom in on an expensive looking watch, a very expensive looking Rolex.

Auroras seems to pale at the sight of the watch, she picks it up, studies it and her expression goes from confused to shaken.

She's looking at the watch like she wasn't expecting it to be here.

She whispers something to unintelligible.

"What's up?"

My question startles her, it seems like for a minute she forgot I was here. She throws a nervous glace upstairs.

"The kitchen is by your left, please go there."

"You want me to stop recording?" I ask, confused.

She doesn't answer me, insteads she dashes for the stairs.

"What are you doing?" I am so perplexed.

She doesn't even turn to answer me, just continues up the stairs and out of view. Leaving me with no other option than to go into the kitchen.

And if I had thought the living room was grand, the kitchen is out of this world. it's got a waterfall counter top, and the horizontal bars of the pendant lights artfully align with the brass trim on the cabinetry behind it.

No way! is that a La Cornue's Château model stove! I bet Aurora has never even cooked with it before.

Well if the kitchens got expensive decor, it probably also has some exorbitant snacks.

I open some drawer that looks like it has food inside, jackpot! There's all kinds of foreign snacks here. As a self acclaimed foodie I help myself to what seems to be the french version of Oroes.

And boy... does it taste good!

I decide to get a drink from the refrigerator, and just when I'm deciding between a coconut or pineapple juice, I feel a presence behind me.

it's an unmistakable feeling that proves to be true because when I turn around I find a very attractive man watching me from the kitchen door.

No.Point of correction glaring at me from the kitchen door.

His mouth is in a hard line, while he shoots daggers at me with his gray eyes.

For a second I think I'm imagining his reaction, until he takes a menacing step towards me.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"