Ashton sat back in his chair, still processing the conversation he'd just had with Thomas. The thought of Mr. Cooper's offer gnawed at him, but Thomas's words had struck a chord. Healing Elizabeth was an act of compassion, not commerce. He couldn’t let money or power tarnish that."Thanks again, Thomas," Ashton said, standing up. "I really appreciate your support."Thomas nodded, his eyes softening with empathy. "Anytime, Ashton. Now, how about we take a break? We’ve been working ourselves to the bone. Let’s go out tonight, have a drink, and unwind a bit."Ashton’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Clubbing? I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing."Thomas chuckled. "I’m not, really. But we need a distraction. Let’s just go, have a few drinks, and forget about all this for a while."Ashton hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, you’re on. A night out might be just what we need."Later that evening, the two friends found themselves at a trendy nightclub downtown. The pulsat

Ashton stirred and opened his eyes to see that he was in his bedroom. He groaned as he rolled on the bed and his hand touched something warm. It was so warm, he wanted to snuggle up close to that warmth and stay that way for the rest of the day even though it was still only morning. The next thing and his eyes flew open in an instant. Wait!What was that?His eyes shot up to see that it was a female figure. That made him panic and he got up immediately from his bed as he looked at the female figure that lay on his bed. He had to look again at the room to be sure that this was his room. How did this happen? What was a woman doing in his bed and how did they get there? He wondered as he glanced at the sleeping form of the lady. The next thing and he heard her groan still engrossed in her sleep and then she turned to reveal her face and that gave Ashton the shocker of his life in a long while. Elizabeth Cooper?!He was alarmed. Oh shit! What was she doing here and in his bed? He wasn

Ashton watched Thomas walk out the door and saw the door slam shut behind Thomas. He knew something was up but couldn't tell. He just had to place it on the fact that Thomas was still upset about this whole blogger's nonsense and so he was only heading out to feel a bit better. He made a mental note to treat him to a couple of his favourite drinks at their usual bar later when he was back from wherever he was headed to at the moment. While he waited for him, he would check if the freelance jobs he had applied for online would go through. So he grabbed his laptop computer and began scrolling through his email to see if anyone had responded to his applications. There were quite a few newer emails but nothing of them showed that his applications had been received nor had they viewed his portfolio. He let out a sigh and pushed the laptop computer away from his front. He let out a sigh and looked at the screen dejectedly. Suddenly, an email popped up on his screen. He sat up and looked a

"Yeah," the old drunk dude said while Ashton watched him. "Beauty gets into their heads and they ask for divorce. You could have gone for someone else, someone less, prettier." He said to Ashton and he wasn't even slurring. Ashton couldn't tell whether or not he was drunk or if he could still maintain soberness with that bottle of .....was that vodka in his hands? Ashton had thought that it was beer, but upon closer look he could see that this old man probably was having a great night keeping himself warmed up."Want a sip?" He asked Ashton. He had noticed that Ashton was staring at the bottle in his hand. Ashton shook his head no and the man let out a shrug. "Oh well, more for me then." He said and Ashton looked away. "You should get married again." The man opined and Ashton rolled his eyes. Okay who gave this guy the right to advise someone else? "I mean, I can see that you're not over this girl." He said to him and Ashton sighed. Too bad he was going to have to see this through.

Rebecca met Myles at the designated spot and she pulled over right in front of him. He got into the car and fastened his seat belt as he turned to look at Rebecca and then let out a huge sigh in exasperation. "What now?" He asked her and she turned to look at him. Rebecca was putting on a pair of dark sunshades. She scrutinised him before she spoke. "I hate him." She said to Myles and he remained silent. He didn't know what to say about that. He knew very well that there indeed was a thin line between love and hate and he was trying to decipher that line to tell what it was that she felt towards her ex husband. "I think you should tell Elizabeth about your history with him. Myles suggested and Rebecca turned to look at him sharply. "Why do I have to do that?" She asked him and for a moment, he thought that she was attacking him. He had to move backwards and away from her on reflection. "Well, you know," Myles said, trying to make her see reason with what he was saying. "So that y