Chapter 4

ASHLEY POV

I blinked my eyelashes thinking of the man beside me. He was too handsome to be ignored or not to talk to. I knew he was not comfortable with the way I was close to him but it was okay with me. As long as I won't pass my boundaries. He doesn't know he was a temptation to almost everyone around him. I looked to my side just to see he was staring at me but immediately he saw me looking, he looked away. 

"Are you okay?" He asked me 

I nodded. 

"Yes, I am," I replied in one breath. 

"Are you sure? Do you need me to get you anything? Do you?" He asked like a gentleman. He is. 

"Yes," I replied. 

I needed him to tell me more about him. Aside from his name. I could hire him as my bodyguard or something. He looks like he needed one. A job to be precise. 

"Oh. What is it? I will get it for you if it's within my power ma'am." He said politely. 

"Ma'am? Oh c'mon. Don't address me as that. You are making me feel older. Looking at you, you are a lot older than me. I am just twenty-two years old." I told him and he didn't look surprised like he knew who I was and how old I was. 

"Oh..that." He said smiling revealing his dimples. 

He looked really shy but I guess he wasn't really. 

I bit my lower lips and tucked my hair behind my ear. I looked away. 

"Okay. So what do you do? Business or something?" I asked him. 

He looked at me and then away. It seems he wasn't interested in talking about his life. But I was curious to know. Men like him do have higher status and standards. Some like him are mafias while others are higher ranks of businessmen. But too bad to see him like this. If one saw him outside, one would have thought he was wealthy. 

"I work in a magazine company." 

"Oh really? Do you work there? I own a magazine company too." 

I beamed happily. "Really? You do?"

"Yes, I do. But with different branches. I have other business investors and people to head them like R & B magazine. Megastar magazine. I also had a Mariah Carey photoshoot last week. It was fun to be with her. Don't you think so?" I rushed words happily while he couldn't stop smiling. 

I wished he was working with me. It would be so much fun. 

"That's cool." He said simply and I leaned backwards. 

"Yes, it is. So if I may ask. What's your last name? Or can you give me your number or something?" I asked hoping it won't sound weird. 

He didn't say anything for a while and I thought I went too far by asking him that. I don't have any business with his last name or his number. Asking for his number was actually out of line. I cleared my throat. 

"U hmm...I...it's okay I just wanted us to be friends if that's alright with you. But it's also okay if you don't wanna give me your number or your last..."

"Hmm...uh..it's okay with me. After dropping you off, you can have it and about my last name it's ...Br..."

My phone rang. I pulled it out of my purse and checked who it was. 

'Olivia' popped up. I smiled and looked up. 

"Excuse me. I need to pick this." 

I swiped and placed the phone on my ear. "Olivia," I said 

"Oh jeez. There you are. I have called your cellphone like fifty times. Where have you been? Lucas is been here ranting, saying he wants to see you." Olivia said over the phone. A smile curled up on my face at the mention of Lucas. Why the hell was he ranting that he wanted to see me? We are not even together and he is not even my boyfriend. 

"Lucas is there? Why the fuck did you allow him into your home Olivia? I told you I don't want to see him." I blurted. 

"But you went to a party with him. He thought you were all alright." 

"No, we are not. I only went to that party with him because you said so. C'mon Olly, you know I wouldn't go to a party with that crap." I uttered firmly. I don't just like that guy. He just isn't my type. To me, he looks like a gold digger. 

"Really? He thought you were both in love? Tell me Ashley, are you in love with another guy?" Olivia suddenly asked. 

I frowned at that particular question. Was I in love with another guy? now? What if I was in love with another guy? What was she gonna do about it? Wait. Was she trying to force me into loving Lucas? No way. It can't be. 

"What?" I questioned. 

"Because you are acting like it."

"I can't believe you are saying this to me Olly. When you are back in your right senses you call me back and we can both talk this out." I said and disconnected the call. I threw my phone in the backseat and leaned on the seat. 

"Are you okay Ma'am Ashley?" Aryan asked. 

"Do I look okay to you?" I said looking pissed up. My best friend just fucked my mood up. It was when Aryan's face dropped that was when I realized what I just said. I had just vented my anger on him. It wasn't fair but who cares? He butts in at the wrong time. I blinked my lashes and cursed under my breath in frustration. It was frustrating. It makes me sick. All I want right now was to be at home in the comfort of my bedroom and sleep off. 

I peered at the mirror looking so worn out already. 

"I am sorry for interfering. I thought there was a problem." Aryan said. 

"Apology accepted. Just focus on driving." I blurted.

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