ASHLEY laid on her bed, her fingers flying across the screen of her phone as she texted with Aiden. Her room was a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes, but she hardly noticed. The only thing that mattered was the conversation unfolding before her. Aiden had just sent her a hilarious video of a cat trying to climb a tree, and she burst out laughing, shaking her head. But then he had sent another message, one that brought her back to reality. "Oh right," she muttered to herself, "I forgot about that." Her phone buzzed with a notification and she scrolled up, she realized it was a text from Thomas. 'How is my favorite person doing?' Her fingers rested on the keyboard thinking of a reply when another message dropped. It was a dance tutorial video, he captioned it. 'I stumbled on this video, and you crossed my mind.' She smiled and considered his act as being so loving. "Thank you professor." She typed and hit send. She scrolled back to Aiden's chat and replied to his text, a
AIDEN took his turn in the bathroom bathing under a freezing cold water, he was already hard and he knew he couldn't take her in the state she was, it would be taking advantage of her, she was sad and vulnerable and in pain. The last thing se needed was a standing cock, he knows he will suffer the ache tomorrow but preserving Ashley was more important. He had no change of clothes, he had given their wet dirty clothes to the room service to laundry for tomorrow's return to the city, and Aiden didn't pack an extra bag. He joined her under the covers in his naked form. Ashley immediately rolled to him, and ran her hands from her chest down to the pole between his legs, she paused and raised her eyes to meet his, they was a mischievous smile on her face. She toyed with it for a while, pinching and rolling in her hands. Aiden clenched his fists to the side, he was restraining himself from dragging her hair and bending her over. Ashley looked her eyes with his as she rolled from him and
ASHLEY sat on a sun lounger by the beach, wearing a floral bikini, she wore sunglasses to prevent the direct impact of the sun. The beach was really beautiful and it was amazing watching couples and children play around. She didn't see when Thomas approached her, but he was now standing behind her and kissing her. What a way to be taken by surprise? She returned the kiss with the same intensity he used in initiating it. One night she was f*ucking Aiden McCurdy and the next day she was kissing Thomas McMahon on the beach, why was it so hard to choose. If Ashley was being honest, maybe she didn't want to choose, maybe she just wanted to have the hottest time of her life with two sexy rivals, but then Aiden made her to pinky swear that she won't f*ck Thomas."Shall we?" Thomas helped Ashley from the lounger and they walked hand in hand to the ocean. Ashley looked at Thomas who wore a swim briefs that exposed his long tanned legs, his abs were on full display and Ashley was glad she was
YOU know the feeling of waking up with a terrible cold, leaking nose and non-stop cough....wait that's not bad enough. Only to find out you're all alone, there's no one to tend to your needs. Now, that's how Ashley felt at the moment. Her first taught was to call Genevieve to come over, because as you must have figured out already Genevieve is her only friend that has human compassion."Hey Gen.""Are you okay Ashley, you sound so down. Are you sick?""I feel terrible, I think I may have the flu." She held her breath, and waited for the response. She had faith in Genevieve, she was never one to disappoint."Ohh Ashy, I would really like to come over and tend to you...Ashley face fell. That means she wasn't coming. She felt so betrayed. "I'm resuming back at the airport today, my leave is over. I will try as much as I can to sneak out during our recess period or even fake sick so that I can close early.""Aww... that's so sweet of you Gen, you just resumed from leave, I doubt your em
"ARE you f*ucking them both?" Nichole's voice was as cheerful as her face. "Who's the better kisser?" "We don't want to know that." Genevieve took sides with Ashley who was adamant on exposing the intimate secrets of her relationships. "Come on, tell us Ashley." "I don't know." "It's definitely Aiden, have you seen those lips they were created for kissing." Nichole immediately regretted saying it, when she saw the reaction on Ashley's and Genevieve's face. "Well, I can't tell who's better. One moment Aiden is the better kisser, the next Thomas is the better kisser." "Gon girl..." Nichole whistled. She leaned in closer, her eyes searching Ashley's. "But which one do you love?" Ashley sighed. "Can a woman love you men at the same time?" "Aiden doesn't strike me like the kind of man that will share his woman with another man." Ashley's gaze drifted, the corners of her mouth turning down slightly. "I don't know. It's like comparing apples to oranges. They're so different, but I c
"YOU ready for this?" Aiden asked with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with excitement.Ashley looked up at the sleek, black sports car parked at the curb, her heart racing in her chest. "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, trying to sound more nonchalant than she felt.Nichole and Genevieve emerged from the apartment building, their jaws dropped at the sight of the luxurious vehicle. "Oh my god, is that for us?" Nichole squealed, her eyes wide with excitement.Aiden's smile faltered, and he glanced at Ashley with a hint of annoyance. "I thought we were going to have a... private evening," he said, his voice tightening.Ashley's cheeks flushed. She hadn't mentioned that her friends would be tagging along. "They just wanted to come say hello," she explained, hoping to smooth things over. "They won't stay long."Nichole and Genevieve approached, their excitement palpable. They're both dressed similarly to Ashley in casual jeans and tops, but their outfits are accessorized with glitzy jew
NICHOLE looked at Aiden and Ashley with a wary smile. "Excuse us." She politely dragged Genevieve to a corner. "How do we test him?" Genevieve ever the smarty-pants of the group wore her thinking helmet. "We could test him to find out if he truly loves her. Urh... Nichole chipped in. "Like a fidelity test." Her eyes darted across the room. "We have to look for a pretty girl who can seduce him and let's see if he is able to resist." They both folded their arms across their chest and scanned the room, everyone here were gamers... you could handle differentiate the women from the men. They were tired and bored from searching for a pretty girl in the game house. When they were about to give up, Genevieve eyes landed on a blonde beauty. "ohh...yes." Nichole followed Genevieve's gaze and smiled at the sight of their prey. She looked like a cheap call girl with no more than thirty bucks in her bank account. But, give her the flowers, she was beautiful. She wore a mini gown that was
IF women ruled the world, they would be no war, just a bunch of counties not talking to one another.Ashley, as the oldest among her friends had realized that true friends are not the ones that never fight, but the ones that come back together after a fight. When her girlfriends called her, and Nichole said. "Bro." Genevieve said. "Bro." She had to say it as well, they made up.Ashley laid on her bed while Nichole and Genevieve sat on the floor scattering their bags. They spent the weekend at her place, and today was the climax of their visit, they were all going out with Thomas on a date. Yes, Ashley still accepted them to tag along for yet another date. "Which of you girls know how to play golf?""I don't.""Golf." Nichole rolled the word out of her mouth. "What's that, a board game?"Ashley laughed at her ignorance. "So, none of us know how to play golf and yet we accepted to go on a golf date with Thomas?"Nichole simply shrugged. "He will have to teach us then."Ashley remembered
Ashley's heels clicked against the gleaming marble floor of the private airport terminal, echoing through the vast, empty space. She looked around anxiously, her eyes scanning the sleek lines of the chrome and glass walls, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aiden's unmistakable silhouette. The sound of engines roared in the distance, muffled by the thick panes of soundproof glass that separated the opulent lobby from the tarmac. Her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat in her chest that grew louder with every passing second. The clock above the bustling departures board ticked away, reminding her of the dwindling time she had left. Aiden's flight was due to take off any minute, and she had to find him. She had to apologize. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm of regret and fear, a toxic brew that threatened to spill over at any moment. The weight of her actions bore down on her, a heavy burden that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying until it was almost too late. Her eyes darted around t
"YES, I did it." He attempted to touch her, but Ashley stood up and screamed. "Don't touch me!" The force of her anger scared him, and he retreated back immediately. "I can explain.""Explain what?" Her chest rose and fell in quick successions."My plan was never to hurt you.""But you did." Ashley chuckled. "You sent men to kidnap, torture and rob me, as if that wasn't enough, you still accused Aiden.""There weren't supposed to hurt you."Ashley shook her head. "Do you want to know what is so disgusting? It's the fact that you imputed your guilt on Metaphor."Thomas took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Metaphor is actually guilty."Ashley shook her head again. "Why are you so confused?""The men who kidnapped you, they are members of the Metaphor." He paused. "I'm sorry. I was too jealous when you and Aiden were together. I--I had to find traitors amongst Metaphor and pay them enough to just make you disappear for a while." He desperately tried to
"ASHLEY, you're not going to believe this," Nichole announced breathlessly, her eyes wide with annoyance. She and Genevieve bursted into the room, their footsteps echoing off the walls.Ashley looked up from her wineglass, curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" she asked, setting the wine bottle in place. The light from the pendant lamp above her cast a warm glow on her face, illuminating the puzzled expression.Nichole's features hardened as she handed over a thick envelope to Ashley. "It's the report from the detective," she said, her voice dropping to a serious tone. "They've found out who was behind your kidnapping and robbery."Ashley's hand trembled as she took the envelope. The weight of it felt like a brick in her grasp. She stared at the unassuming paper, unable to process the words. "What does it say?" she managed to ask, her voice a mere whisper.Genevieve sat down beside her on the couch, her own expression somber. "Thomas," she said simply. "It was Thomas. He's the one behi
THE next few days in Ashley's house was a hide and seek game between Ashley and her mom. Ashley did everything in her power to ignore Mira, and Mira sensing it, intentionally ignored her, but she still prepared breakfast, ste the alarm clock so loud so that it would wake Ashley on time to be early to work. Mira never brought up the topic of a fresh start again, but her presence and conducts were literally begging for a fresh start. Her presence was like a taunting nightmare, which caused Ashley to leave the house very early in the morning, her herself as worked up as possible and return home very late. They never had to cross paths for a conversation lasting more than 15 seconds. Mira's presence and constant effort was slowly weakening hee resolve. She needed to know her mother's side of the story. She needed someone to hug...she needed a friend but more importantly, she needed her mom. Ashley returned on Wednesday with a changed mind, but she was welcomed by the greatest surprise
ASHLEY stirred, her eyes slowly opening to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through her blinds. She took a deep breath, inhaling the tantalizing aroma of pancakes and coffee wafting from the kitchen. The smells filled her room with a comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she had barely eaten the night before, consumed by the shock of her mother's unexpected return.Her mother's voice, filled with an awkward nervousness, called out from the hallway. "Ashley, sweetie, I made breakfast. It's ready for you."Ashley sat up in bed, her body stiff from a restless night. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. It was almost 9 AM, later than she usually woke up. Her mind raced with the events of the previous evening: the doorbell ringing, the awkward meeting at the parking lot. Her mother had been gone for 22 years, and now she was here, trying to slip back into her life as if nothing had happen
HER final destination for the day was Blue Skype modelling. The moment she pushed the glass door and entered inside the building...the models, the talent managers, and other employees all stared at her, and she knew something bad was about to happen to her. She asked herself, what's the worst that could happen?Mr Shaw stood in the gathering of some important shareholders and signalled her to come over. She nervously reached them in just a few steps. Mr Shaw gave her an envelope. Was she being dismissed? Her first reaction was to turn around and leave, but mr Shaw stopped her, and all the eyes in the building were literally begging her to open the envelope. She opened it and retrieved a white letter, before her brain could process what she saw. The crowd cheered, clapped and choruserd congratulations.She will be going to Paris to feature in the international fashion magazine, that was the biggest job ever yet. The entire building was full of cheers and clapping, how did they know?"A
THE last person Thomas expected to see after a stressful night at the Met met gala was his wife, Maris laying on his bed. He absently entered his room, threw his tuxedo to one corner while he undid his tie. Thomas stopped dead in his track when he saw Maris, his eyes widened in shock. "Maris?" He managed to ask."Hi Thomas. Where have you been?" She laid on her right side and stared at him."What are you doing here?" He hesitated. "Chole, she's still out there, what if she find you?"She slowly stood from the bed. "Oh relax husband. My daddy has taken care of chole, she will never have to bother us ever again." She traced a light touch down his chest.Thomas was still not convinced. "It's not safe here.""Hmmm...is there something you're hiding from me?""What?" Thomas laughed nervously and pulled her closer to him. "There's nothing I'm hiding from you.""Good." She placed her hands on his chin and tilted his head to the side, she kissed him. They stumbled backwards and fell on the be
JUST as she thought she had found a safe haven, she collided with a man dressed in an eccentric outfit that matched the avant-garde theme of the gala. She stumbled back, her hand shooting out to steady herself. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes flicking up to meet his. To her horror, it was Thomas, his handsome face etched with confusion. "Ashley?" he questioned, his voice a mix of surprise and concern. Her mind raced as she tried to formulate an excuse. "Oh, Thomas, what a... pleasant surprise," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I was just looking for the restroom, and I seem to have gotten a bit turned around." He tilted his head, his eyes searching hers. "You okay?" Ashley's pulse hammered in her ears. "Yes, yes, just a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur, you know?" Thomas nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. "I can see why," he said, his voice low and comforting. "Would you like me to walk you there?" Her heart skipped a beat. "No, no, th
"WOULD you like a drink?" Thomas asked, mistaking her nervousness for thirst. "I'll grab us some champagne.""No, no, I'm fine," she replied a little too quickly. "Just...just give me a moment to admire this piece." She gestured to a mannequin dressed in an outlandish outfit that looked like it belonged on an alien runway.Thomas nodded, his eyes lingering on her before he stepped away. Ashley took a deep breath, willing her heart to calm down. She had to find a way to get to Aiden without Thomas finding out. The room was crowded, but she spotted a narrow corridor leading to the next exhibit. It was her chance."Thomas, I think I'll just step out for a moment to...uh, to check my makeup," she said, her voice shaky.Thomas nodded, engrossed in a nearby conversation. "Take your time, darling. I'll be right here."With a silent prayer to the fashion gods, Ashley slipped away. She stepped into the corridor, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved swiftly. The walls were lined w