Ashley’s POVA rush of adrenaline shot through me as Liv’s voice, bright and cheery, filled my ears. Her suggestion to come over to see me in Vermont was nothing out of the ordinary, because more often than not, I hardly ever came to New York where she lived, partly because I was trying to avoid Ashton. I had been avoiding Liv’s messages all weekend, trying my best to hide that I was in Aspen playing the swapping game because I knew that she wouldn't approve but the thought of lying to her again about attending some phantom function so that she wouldn't leave her apartment felt like a betrayal, plus she wouldn't bore me because I had the social battery of a hermit.My heart pounded in my chest. What was I going to do?“Hey, Ash,” Liv’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “You there?”I realized with a start that I’d been silent for too long. A nervous laugh escaped my lips. “Yeah, sorry. Just zoning out.”“You okay? You sounded a little off.” Her tone shifted, concern creeping into her
Ashley’s POVThe bell above the restaurant door jingled as I stepped inside. A wave of relief washed over me as I spotted Liv sitting at a corner table, her vibrant energy cutting through the atmosphere. Olivia ‘Liv’ and I had been inseparable since high school, her infectious laughter and boundless optimism a constant in my often quiet world. While Ashton had thrived in the spotlight and ended up mingling with crowds that didn't appreciate my introverted self., I'd found solace in the quiet corners, and Liv had been my steadfast companion through it all.Thankfully, Liv had also gotten into the same college as Ashton and me. It was a stroke of incredible luck. Though we hadn't been coursemates, sharing the same campus had cemented our bond. We spent countless hours together, studying, laughing, and sharing dreams. It was during those late-night study sessions that my love for writing blossomed into my decision to take the first step and put my thoughts on paper. Liv was always my bi
Ashley’s POVThe car came to a screeching halt, the engine roaring to a silent hum. I glanced at Liv, her face a mask of uncertainty and worry. The giant gates of Ashton’s mansion stood ominously before us and I could see that Liv hadn’t wanted to bring me back here. Ashton and Liv were like oil and water. Liv always never hesitated to call out my sister while Ashton hated her guts and said she was jealous about not having a sister. “Are you sure about this, Ash? You know that we could just turn around and leave. Your agreement with Ashton was the weekend, it doesn’t matter if the flights changed last minute, because there’s no explanation for why she’s been radio silent since she gave that excuse” Liv whispered, her grip tightening on the steering wheel.I forced a reassuring smile, my heart pounding against my ribs. "I’m sure, Liv. Just a few more days, then I’ll be back to my normal, boring life. We can even talk about my books and the unveiling you spoke about after this is over.
Ashley’s POVI blinked, disoriented, as my consciousness slowly returned. The familiar scent of hay and horse sweat filled my nostrils, and my eyes widened as I took in the surroundings around me. I was dreaming. It had to be a dream. I was back on my late aunt’s ranch, a place I hadn’t visited in years. And there, sitting alone on a bale of hay, was a younger version of myself, my eyes swollen and red from crying.A pang of sadness pierced my heart. I remembered that day so vividly. It had been weeks after our parents' funeral, and I was still unable to hold back the tears. I had cried at the dinner table, at school, and even in my sleep. Ashton, who didn't particularly like crying, had tried her best to comfort me, but I had been inconsolable. To escape the pitying glances and forced smiles in the house, I had found solace in coming to hide away in the barn whenever I wanted to cry. The quiet solitude, the gentle sway of the horses, and the comforting scent of hay had provided muc
Ashley’s POVAs I rattled off the address to the hospital to Liv and the call ended, I stared at the ceiling, trying and failing to delude myself that all of this was just a very bad dream. The door opened and Andreas walked in, the doctor closely following behind him. "Mrs Thorne, how are you feeling today?" the doctor asked, his voice gentle with a kind smile on his face. "Your husband said you fainted from shock."I nodded, ignoring the way my spine stiffened at the sharp reminder that I was still pretending to be my missing sister, my voice a mere whisper as I responded, "He's right. I think I did."He hesitated for a moment, then continued. "If you need to talk, I'm here. Or if you'd prefer, I can get you a psychologist."I shook my head, hating the fact that tears had already begun to blur my vision again. This wasn't the time to be such a darned crybaby, Ashley. "No, it's okay. I just need to be alone for a while."The doctor nodded, his expression somber. "I understand. I'l
Ashley's POVAs soon as the door closed, Liv turned to me, her expression one of disbelief. "What the fuck?" I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My throat felt constricted as if someone had tied a knot in it. Liv stared at me, her expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. "Are you seriously still trying to keep up this charade? Just come clean to Ashton's husband about everything. Tell him the truth." I shook my head, my eyes filling with tears, "I tried, Liv. I did. But I don't know where to start." Liv sighed. "You can't keep lying to him, Ashley. It's not fair to him, because if Ashton was really on that flight, her husband deserves to know.” I knew Liv was right, hell, before she entered, I’d almost decided to damn the consequences and come clean about everything, but I had so many doubts. Too many. "What if I tell him the truth about the wife swap and it turns out that Ashton never even got on the flight? What if she’s alive and well?" Liv's eyes
Ashley’s POVI glanced at Andreas through the rearview mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. His gaze was steady and unwavering, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew he was searching for something, something he couldn't quite pinpoint. It was clear that he was trying to piece together a puzzle and as I looked away, I prayed that he didn’t figure it out just yet. Annabel, seated beside me with Andreas in the driver’s seat remained oblivious to the staring match between her brother and me. “Ashton, you don’t have to go home tonight.” She suggested, “The doctor said…”"I'm fine, really," I interjected, my voice a bit too forced. "I just need some rest, that’s all."Annabel squeezed my hand, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure? We can always stay at the hospital.""No, no," I replied hastily. "I want to go home."The doctor, due to my insistence had cleared me to be discharged not long after Liv left and it was just as well because the faster I left the hospital, the faster I
Ashley’s POV“Tell me what you like, Ash” A voice whispered in my ears and even though I already knew this was a dream, the last thing I was expecting was for it to feel this real. My thoughts had moved so far away from the moment that I did not realize that my legs had been separated until a warm wet tongue licked between my folds, causing me to groan and shut my legs together around the head of my tormentor. As if that could stop him. Looking down at him, our eyes met and I sucked in a breath. Andreas Thorne. My sister’s husband. Hands moved all over my body and I felt my nipples being sucked on both sides even as the tempo increased between my legs. The pleasure was almost blinding and I could feel my insides tighten as I surrendered to the ecstasy that their ministrations brought. Maybe because this was a dream, I was able to allow myself to enjoy the pleasure of being thoroughly eaten out by him because here, we were nothing more than man and woman. Such simplicities were a lu