Semua Bab Ashley's Revenge : Bab 81 - Bab 85

Ashley wakes up to a pair of eyes watching her with love and admiration. She scoffed and chuckled groggily. “Don't tell me you stayed like this all night.” She said in between stifling a yawn as she stretched her muscles to wake. DJ grinned. “What if I did?” Ashley rolled her eyes. “Creepy.” She twisted her head to check the digital clock on his nightstand. DJ rolled his eyes. “Lemme guess, you have to go.” Ashley chortled. “Accurate guess. I just need to handle a few things. And I need to see Pamela too.” DJ furrowed his brows. “You see Pamela every other day.” He said pointedly. Ashley sighed. “This is different. We had a fight last night after we left your brother's.” DJ lifted his brows and whistled. “That bad?” “Yup!” She responded, pulling the covers off her body to reveal her nudity. “She already texted last night that she wanted the day off today.” “Can she just do that?” DJ asked, his eyes raking the perfect symmetry of Ashley's body, feeling his member ha

A towel wrapped around his waist, Bruce dried his damp hair with another towel as he walked out of the bathroom. His head still ached from his drunkenness last night. Rachel entered at that moment and Bruce smiled. His erection springing back to life very quickly. Ashley had stirred a lot of steam in him the previous night. He had wanted to let some of it out on his wife after the party. But he had slept off waiting for her. There was a lot of cleaning left to do and Rachel had deliberately stayed back to supervise the maids that night. She didn't want to be anywhere near Bruce as she was still very mad at him. She wanted to talk to him but needed to simmer down. Bruce smiled and tugged the towel around his waist loose, freeing his díck. He walked towards her with a smug smile. “You came back late last night.” He said as he made his way to her, hoping she would welcome him like she always did. “I didn't think you'd notice.” Her voice was tight. He reached her and spread his ha

The drink was served and placed before Rachel. An awkward silence stretched between them in the noisy bar. Rachel's mind mulled over Ashley's knowledge of such a tiny detail about her. She began to wonder how close Ashley was to her husband, Bruce. Not many people knew about her strong aversion to wine. Only her parents, Bruce and Lilian. But Lilian was dead and her parents have never met Ashley. That left only Bruce in the equation. She kept stealing glances at Ashley, the Martini in front of her barely touched. “Got to do a number one. I’ll be right back!” Pamela excused herself, scurrying off to the ladies, leaving Ashley and Rachel alone. “You know, this isn't a funeral, Rachel. I believe you came here to have a good time but you've barely touched that drink.” Ashley turned to her, lewd assumptions flitted through her eyes. “Or are you perhaps waiting for someone? A lover maybe?” Rachel scoffed. “I’m not a tràmp.” Her tone betrayed her insinuating accusation. “Unlike you, I'm