Ashley POV"Wh-what?"Then I looked down at the tiny silver band of gold metal between Miles's fingers. I could not believe what was exactly going on. How could Jayden's ring be in his hand?"It was a simple question." He cut me off before I could reply. "And don't try to lie to me. I can see through that kind of shit." He sneered at me, his voice full of accusation. What was wrong with him anyway?"How did you know?" I asked while gripping the handles of my duffel bag and laptop bag. "Did he tell you?""Not really," he answered dryly. "I happened to overhear his argument with his parents a while ago, about his intention to cancel his 'marriage'. Though to be fair I'm not sure who he had to marry against his will..." Miles stared sharply at my now ring-less finger. "I briefly saw the ring on your finger yesterday at the stadium and at the healing center when you were with him. It makes perfect sense given the two of you's strange relationship and the timing of the accident, as if it w
Ashley POVI was putting on my shoes when a door almost slammed into my face. My bad, it had become a bad habit, but as I dodged, I could not help but yelp in surprise. Jean came stepping out of the bathroom, strangely wearing a jacket and looking at me with a quizzical gaze."I was just wondering if maybe I could help carry these things," he told me, then he gestured towards some canvas bags lying on the shelf. "Those are Jayden's favorite shoes. You should probably bring them too since he buys them all himself." Then I simply gave him a nod.In the elevator going down, Jean and I stood as I texted David to pick me up. But as the two of us walked out of the building carrying Jayden's belongings, Jean unexpectedly asked if he could carry more, an offer which of course I politely turned down. Shortly after, I already spotted David who was outside waiting for me."Thank you for your help," I said to Jean and David after they finished loading the luggage into the trunk. "I had no idea ho
Ashley POVWith my eyes wide open and my mouth agape. I just could not believe my eyes or my ears - to tell you the truth this whole situation made zero damn sense. The day was still as clear as the sky, and Jayden seemed so cool and casual that he let Blair kiss him. I had even hinted, if not outright told him, that Blair was someone he was very much in love with before the accident happened. In fact, I had tried to make the ring - my ring - seem as if Jayden had chosen it for Blair before the case of amnesia. You could say that I had told Jayden that she was his future fiancée, and Blair was still wearing the necklace that was the graduation gift I had bought for Jayden.So, what the hell was he doing?Then Jayden pulled himself away from Blair, paying her no mind as Jayden glanced at the healer. For a few moments, I watched Blair's frozen expression. She looked even more dumbfounded than me. However, it was not long before her eyes soon became teary as Jayden muttered a loud order.
Ashley POV On the way back to Jayden's room, I did not find Clark, although that might as well have been the case. The pain in my head was slowly getting the best of me, creeping up from the back of my skull. Over the past twenty-four hours too much had happened to me. Not only dealing with his cheating, the sudden shock, then even more shocking surprises, the lack of sleep, a school day full of battle plans, a dinner with the band 'BHB' that led to a threat that gave me a heart attack, Jayden's ridiculously rude attitude, and now, like the cherry on top of the cake, I had most likely become the enemy of the most famous model and actress in the whole city, Blair freaking Anderson, despite my best efforts. What a hell of a shitty life. Before walking into Jayden's room, I sucked in a deep breath. It took all the strength I had left to ignore the pain in my head and the soreness in my legs and instead, I tried to crack a smile as best as I could. "Sorry," I said to the healer again,
Ashley POV"What's going on?" A male voice whispered almost directly behind me. I had no idea that Jayden had stood up and started to approach me, and I almost bumped into him out of sheer surprise. Instantly I was shocked to see his shadowy form, though luckily my reflexes were fast enough to keep him out of harm's way."Do you always have to punch things?" he asked in an irritated tone after he had successfully dodged my fist."Don't you know any better than sneaking up on me?" I retorted. "I gave you a nosebleed when we attended a Halloween event a few years ago with our parents and you freaked me out."Then, he furrowed his brow. "I don't remember that," he stated.There was a slight waver in his tone, but it was enough for me to understand that the constant dread of not being able to remember something was eating away at him again. I pursed my lips, reprimanding myself for my lack of tactfulness, then shook my head. "I have the pictures, I guess. I can show them to you later.""W
Ashley POV"Where's your jacket?" I was suddenly astonished when I saw Jayden wearing only the clothes that I had packed for him. The temperature outside was very cold, probably below zero degrees Celsius, and his skin looked very pale due to the chilly air."I wonder," he said. Both of our breaths came out in white gusts. "Amnesia, you know."I let out a sigh, "I would offer mine," I started, "but it might be a bit small.""No, keep it," Jayden said in a rather calm tone. "I don't want you to catch a cold because of me."I snorted, despite the fact that I could feel my heartbeat picking up. However, it was probably just because I was exercising, an action that I was trying to convince myself to do more often. "What a gentleman.""Anything for you," he said sarcastically, even with a slight smile that disguised the impact of his tone.Even if I realized that it was just the most ordinary and light-hearted joke, nevertheless I could not help but smile. And even though it should have fe
Ashley POV Well, "almost" is the key word here. But still, he couldn't seriously walk into the kitchen, where he knew full well that I would be there. And even an idiot like Jayden Ronan Keller wouldn't be able to ignore the fact that, hell yes, I was a woman who had shown some interest in the opposite sex during her childhood. And we were both adults now, moreover, we were both mated and it could make the wolf in us, the beast in us get pulled into that. And yet, he has no reason to get close to me with his appearance and he doesn't even realize the bond we have. His dark brown hair was even darker due to the dampness. No matter how Jayden ruffled his hair to dry it with the towel draped over his shoulder, water still dripped from the ends of his hair. Small droplets dripped in the crooks of his ears and neck, following the shape of his strong shoulders, muscular arms, and well-built body due to the force of gravity. There was a white towel loosely wrapped around his hips - thankf
Ashley POV I didn't know where to start. Then, remembering the list I had written and the master list Jackson had compiled from working with Boyz Hits Bullets, I took them both out and placed them on the table. "Can you look through these?" I asked. Jayden glanced at my paper first. "Is this some kind of wish list of yours, or?" he asked as he pointed at it. His gaze turned suspicious as he looked at the master list. "I don't know what the person who wrote this meant. It's just a list of events." "How do you know this is mine?" I couldn't hold back my astonishment. "Your handwriting is pretty crappy, Ash." "Oh my," I muttered. "It's gotten better over the years." "Apparently not, because... the letters look the same as always." "It's not a wish list, you know," I said, rolling my eyes at his scorn. "It's a list of things you and I have gone through over the past five years." For obvious reasons, I had intentionally not written down the day of my engagement with him, and anythi
Ashley POVThe next day on the way to the first classroom, Eva abruptly lunged at me outside the main building. Although I had expected it, she still managed to catch me by surprise as she pulled me to the side of the road.“Is it true?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. She was wearing a light midnight blue coat with a hint of red on her lips and nails. “Are they really going out?”“Yes,” I replied simply, trying to release her grip on my wrist, but her grip was strong, and alas, so was she.“Do you have any idea what this means? For them as celebrities? For the industry as a whole?”“Eva,” I scolded sternly as several passersby looked at me curiously. “Our class starts in less than five minutes. Do we really have to do this now?”“Now or later during class, you decide.”“You're a nasty friend.”“Say it for both of us then.”Realizing that she wasn't going to give in, I gave up on getting away from her with a loud groan. Instead, I pulled her further out of earshot an
Ashley POVKnowing that Jared still had office work to do, while I still had college work to do, we decided to go our separate ways after that. As we waited for David to arrive to pick me up, Jared went to the nearest secluded area where he could smoke a cigarette, while I checked my phone to see if there were any notifications.To my astonishment, Jayden had sent me a picture of his bandage-free, pink-colored right arm, with a text.16.45 - Freedom! They told me not to worry too much about the arm, but it was technically healed and functioning again. Time to see if I can get you in a wrestling match again.I gave a small snort in reply, but the smile that appeared on my face was lighter than air.17.58 - I never lost when we were kids. Don't try to trick me. I'm not going to strangle your freshly recovered arm either, you idiot.His reply comes shortly after.18.00 - Come on! Live up to your nickname, Miss Violent! When are you coming home?It seems like he's in a happy mood, but I c
Ashley POVHis perspective reminded me of how Miles would explain things. It felt like he was making a valid point, yet there was one crucial element he was missing. And that was...“My convictions,” I said honestly.Jared’s expression remained unchanged, surprisingly, but I thought I caught a flicker of surprise— or maybe even admiration— in his eyes. Then he blinked, and whatever it was, it disappeared. “I see,” he said. “But I stand by my intentions. One day, I want to love you.”I felt my cheeks heat up. Jared carefully placed a hand atop my head, and as he smiled at me, there was a shyness in his expression that I never would have imagined coloring anything he said or did. The weight of his gaze remained steady, yet it was mingled with such earnest determination that it left me almost incapable of looking away.Oh, how my heart raced wildly when he spoke his next words.“And hopefully, you’ll come to do the same for me.”Before I could react, Jared stepped away, glancing at Sylvi
Ashley POVI frowned at him, but he simply turned his focus back to the row of displays on the shelf. My pout deepened. Even though we had spent over a month getting to know each other, the true nature of his personality as well as his past was still shrouded in mystery. Sure, I see tiny details of his differences, but I don't feel that I've gotten any deeper than just his façade. His default neutral expression and often unreadable demeanor indicated he wasn’t someone easy to approach. Yet, since he had influential and wealthy friends, I knew there had to be more behind his rigid and stoic exterior.I wondered when— or if— I would ever get to see that side of him. With time, perhaps.Maybe.“What about this one?”While my mind wandered, my body followed Jared around the jewelry store. He stood in the center of the store when he caught my attention, his gaze fixed on a set of rings that appeared slightly more special than the others due to their placement in a separate glass cube.“Whi
Ashley POVI rolled my eyes and used my other hand as a barrier to block my vision from seeing something I didn't want to see. “You'll never know,” I stated. “Better to be safe before you regret it.”“I'll go change in the bathroom,” he said with a grunt. “I just wanted you to know about the appointment.”His figure disappeared, and I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. The allure of his scent was too strong for me, for some reason. “Why?” I asked without turning around.“Would you like to come along with me?”I frowned. “I can't,” I said quietly. “I'm going to see Jared that day. He and I... we're getting a ring.”It wasn't my idea, nor was it Jared's idea to do that. The first week in April, my parents returned here for a short break and to meet up with Jared before they were forced to return to London. According to my mom, their business venture there hadn't been entirely successful, and still needed more time before they came to a final agreement. Despite the bit
Ashley POVAs time ticked by, March ended and April slowly turned into May, I found myself and Jayden drifting further and further apart. It wasn't a deliberate move by either of us, or at least not a deliberate effort. It just happened.Jayden was spending more time at the dance studio, and he started coming home with a sore throat some days when he decided to hum along to the choreography. He started singing and reading the lyrics whenever he had time in my apartment, and despite me pretending not to notice, I actually did. I loved his voice, pleasant and velvety like that, soothing my mind and body. And he kept showing drastic improvement with each passing week. Also, when he wasn't dancing or singing or memorizing song lyrics, he went and exercised.“I'm getting fat,” he told me as he read comics on the extra bed one night.I was editing an essay at the time, and didn't think much of it until he mentioned it. “I guess not,” I replied bluntly with a shrug.“I've gained almost five
Ashley POVHe didn't speak, but he didn't need to. His silence was enough. However, the stubborn part of me wanted to push him to bring up the topic... more specifically, how he had been affected by his father.“What about you?” I continued cautiously.His eyes narrowed slightly as they scanned my face. “You know about Jayden,” he pointed out.I averted my eyes.“How long have you known?”He didn't sound accusatory, or angry. No, instead, there was something more familiar, something I also felt related to his... childhood.“Too long,” I replied stiffly. I didn't like being reminded of my mistakes, so I replied automatically, defensively with, “You?”“Me too.”And when my eyes locked with his, I saw that it was there. The endless shame, regret, and guilt. It reflected a part deep inside me, so much so that I could hardly bear to look at it.But I forced myself to do so. Because if I hated it, so did Jared. Yet he was brave enough to stick to his stance.Dinner ended shortly after that.
Ashley POVLooking at the menu, I already knew what I wanted to order. My mom's favorite dish at The Monarch was pasta with a sauce made from roasted oysters, so I went with that. By the time the waiter returned with our drinks, Jared and I were ready to order. She took the menus from us, and as I watched Jared pour himself a glass of dark red liquid, I decided to strike up a conversation that would hopefully shed some light on our upcoming wedding and Jayden. It took me a few precious minutes to gather my courage and organize my thoughts, but I finally went ahead with it.I started the conversation with a light topic. “How was Europe?”Jared quietly observed the interior design of the restaurant and kept doing so as he answered. “Warm,” he said, “and dirtier than I imagined. But also incredibly beautiful in moments I didn't think possible.”“How so?” I asked.“I often hitchhike with my group of friends,” he told me as he raised the wine glass to his lips. He took a slow sip, his eyes
Ashley POVAs Jared and I walked out of the building, I spotted David parked and waiting in the car. But instead of going over to him, Jared stopped at the end of the concrete steps and pulled out a small red cardboard package. It was an automatic action, I could see that, from the way he pulled a lighter from the same pocket and pointed it at the cigarette already tucked between his lips.“Wait,” I chided, ”You can't smoke in here.”He glanced at me. “Why not?” he muttered, stroking his cigarette.Peeking over my shoulder, I glanced at the security guard outside the entrance. “That's illegal,” I said after making sure they weren't watching us.He didn't speak, but his lighter stopped halfway to his lips.“I'm not joking,” I continued. “It's illegal in almost all public places.”“I see.” He hurriedly lowered the lighter and stuffed the cigarette into his shirt pocket. “Where else can I go?”“Er.” I scratched my cheek and looked around for the smoking booth shyly. I didn't find one. “G