Ashley looked at the man asking her to take responsibility for whatever happened between them.
"Who does this nowadays" she voiced her thoughts and watched him step closer to her until there wasn't any space for air to pass between them.
Scrooching down a little, he looked into her eyes that questioned him. He could tell the girl was still stupid even after so many years had passed.
"I do, and since you are the one who forces yourself on me, I want you to compensate by taking responsibility" she heard the seriousness in his voice, and to her unknown, she gulped down hard as she closed her mouth.
Why was this man so dominating, she thought, looking at how easily he asked her to clear her mistake.
The man stared at her for a while and pulled back, looking at her," I will give you one whole day to think. It would be better if you agree, or else I will reach your home asking for your hand" Ashley felt her heart thud against her chest when he declared openly how he was determined to be the result in his favor.
Like a sculpted figure, Ashley stood rooted in the same place as her eyes watched the man turn and walk towards the cushioned chair. Picking up his wallet from there, he pulled out a card and turned to backhand it to her.
"Here is my card, and let me tell you, miss, I don't like waiting, so better answer even before the deadline" his serious deadpan eyes were giving her chills because the man looked so fixated.
With and hush, she took the card and rushed out of the room like a scared kitten. She knew it was supposed to stand there. Even for a minute, she would end up dying of a stroke.
Taking a long stroke, she called her manager and entered the elevator. The ring went great when she heard a sleepy voice," Who's this?" the girl on the other end spoke.
"Miley, I am sending you the location. Just hurry up and come here to pick me" Ashley's voice woke the sleepy creature, and she pulled back the phone to see the name on the screen.
Slapping her head, she brought the phone and answered," Yes, ma'am" her words left, and the call ended.
Like a rocket, the manager rushed on her madam's order and soon reached the location she was asked to come.
The car stopped in front of the enormous hotel, which was the most expensive place in the town. Peeking through the guarded window glass, she found a lady standing at the entrance with her face covered with a scarf.
Without any doubt, she knew who the person was and broom the car stopping right in front of her.
Ashley hurriedly opened the door and stepped inside the car.
The atmosphere inside the car had suddenly turned dense and Miley, the one driving, felt her boss's aura change now and then. When she was finally getting used to her strange behavior, she heard her say," Clear every article that stated my relation with Greg. I don't want my name to be associated with that asshole" her words were as cold as ice and with the way she said it told that she was dead serious.
Miley nodded and drove to the apartment where Ashley stayed after moving out of her father's luxurious mansion. She was the sole heir of Melanin Internationals, but unfortunately, she did not like business.
The car stopped in front of the residential building, which was twenty floors tall and was the only place Ashley had purchased on her earnings.
Walking out of the car, both the ladies entered the elevator and reached the top floor of the building, which Ashley entirely owned.
Ashley had been very skeptical when it came to her liking. She had personally asked the interior designer to construct a room that had the way straight from the living room.
Miley unlocked the door and stepped back, letting Ashley enter first, and then she followed her.
After the wild night, Ashley had been feeling sore in every corner of her body. Even if she wanted to ignore it, she could because the man didn't stop even when she begged him to stop.
"Scoundrel," she cursed that man. Miley looked at her.
Laying on the couch in her living space Ashley closed her eyes and let the peace engulf her mind when something struck her.
She got up and reached her hand towards her purse, pulling out a card she stuffed in a hurry as she wanted to get free from that space.
Turning the card front and back, she read the name on it,' Tristen Knight' her mutter was loud enough to be heard by the nosy manager who was gawking at her from the time she entered.
'Why does it feel there is something fishy' Miley thought, looking at Ashley when her eyes popped out like a spring ball from her socket," Hickey.." she squealed that catching Ashley's attention and covering her mouth at her blunder.
Ashley frowned when she looked where Miley's eyes were stuck. Leaving the card on the table, she stood up from the couch and walked toward the bathroom.
When she reached to look in the mirror, his eyes popped out in shock.
"H-hickey" she screamed, looking at the red mark on her neck that was visible for anyone to notice.
She then pulled down the collar of her dress a little, only to find various marks on her collarbone and cleavage.
Watching how badly that man assaulted her skin, her blood boiled in anger, and she slammed her hand on the marble sink.
"You asshole.. how dare you not even leave a single space untouched" gritting her teeth, she shut the bathroom door with a thud and turned on the tap filling the bathtub with some warm water.
While inside the bathroom, Ashley was busy cursing the anonymous man outside. Miley was wondering about the hickey she had seen on Ashley's neck.
*****
Melanin Internationals
A black SUV stopped at the entrance of the vast building, and a man stepped out, followed by his assistant, who trailed behind him as they entered the premises.
The duo entered the private lift to the last floor, where the main office was built.
Tristen walked along with his assistant Karl and entered the cabin.
Karl had been with Tristen when he took over the company after his father's retirement. Being the most loyal and devoted person, Tristen never doubted Karl's intentions because he had immense faith in the man.
"Have you checked the companies we have to block from working with us?" Tristen asked as he went through the tab looking at the business-related news, and a smile curled on his lips.
"It seems I will have to prepare for an interview this year," Tristen said, passing the tab back to Karl.
On the other hand, Karl seemed surprised by the smile lingering on his boss's face and smiled, taking back the tab.
Tristen was in his mid-twenties and one of country S's most influential business people. His family was counted in the top five millionaires, but that didn't affect him. They never considered living a life of the elite because they preferred simplicity.
He's six feet tall body walked towards the window as he looked out with his deep blue eyes roamed at the view in front of him.
Karl, who found his boss happy, couldn't stop himself from asking," Boss seems to be happy today. Is there a specific reason or a person.. for that smile"
His words made Tristen turn back his head, and the slight smile widened even more, "You are good at guessing, Karl."
Tristen's words made Karl understand, and he didn't ask further before he walked out of his cabin.
Tristen stood by the window frame while waiting for the woman to call him. He knew the time he had given her was significantly less, but the warning she received would make her act fast.
"Ashley Brown, now that I found you, there is no way for you to walk out" Tristen's eyes sparkled at the mention of her name, and with determination, he turned back and started his day.