Ashton spotted the deer, oblivious of my cunning approach, feeding very comfortably at the grasses. It was very far from it's home and family. Unknown to it, it was gonna be my special dinner tonight. I quietly advanced towards it, careful to not let my feet scrunch against any dead twigs to avert it's attention from it's merry lunch to my approach. Claws drawn and teeth bare, I was half transformed as I stepped quietly towards my prey. Steady. Quietly. Almost there. I steeled myself. Suddenly the rustling of bushes and the instant flight of a school of woodpeckers from a huge tree trunk diversed my attention as they made scurrying noises away from the tree, unintentionally, I stepped on a dry twig and it broke with a somewhat loud crack. Crap!I looked up at my prey to see that it was now staring directly at me. I was busted so I decided to go along with plan B. My sweet and assumedly spicy delicious dinner knew what was

Ashton confidently strode into the high-end boutique, he had walked in with Elizabeth at his side. This had to be the most expensive boutique the vicinity had and he was glad he chose this place. The store's sleek, modern design was a far cry from the places he once used to frequent while he was still.... you know. Now, his newfound success demanded that he mingled with and shopped with the high and mighty. As they both moved through the aisles which were filled with racks of designer clothing, Nicholas couldn't stop himself from letting out a small smile as he walked, he watched Lindsay choose the clothing and was in awe. He never knew she knew what was in vogue in the fashion world. She had usually always been the nerdy, glassed assistant of his and now this new part of her was all the more intriguing dared he say, fascinating. Her eye for fashion was simply impeccable, and the way she moved with an air of confidence about her, that he simply found it mesmerizing."Lindsay," Nichola

Rebecca strolled confidently right into Myles Jameson’s office, the click of her heels were muffled by the expensive as shit, plush carpet beneath her feet. She rolled her eyes, once again reminded of what a rich ass punk Jameson was. The door swung shut behind her with a soft thud when she entered, and Myles who was seated behind his polished mahogany desk could barely look up from the papers in front of him. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table as if he already knew what kind of storm was about to crash into his otherwise organized day. Why was she in his office? He wondered. He thought she said she was done with him. "Rebecca," he said tersely as he glanced at her. "I believe we've discussed knocking." He reminded her. Rebecca let out an eye roll and her lips curled into a smile, a hint of amusement playing on her face as she sat down without waiting for an invitation to do so. Myles clenched his fist on seeing that. She leaned back in the leather chair and oh, so c

The sun had only just barely broken over the entire city when Elizabeth Cooper stood at the grand doors of Ashton Pearce's office. Her mind was still buzzing from the events of the previous night, you know, it was indeed a long night for her—Laura's cutting remarks, Rebecca’s cold indifference, and that undeniable tension that had filled the air and wasn't able to let anyone else breath properly. But all of that faded now as she faced what lay before her.She let out a sigh and straightened her blouse, smoothing out any wrinkles, and took another deep breath before pushing the door open.Ashton was already there, he was seated behind his desk with stacks and stacks unending, of papers around him, looking as sharp and focused as ever. The morning light streamed through the large windows, it made the room to glow warmly . He looked up as soon as she entered, and his face softened into a smile."Elizabeth," he greeted and stood up, motioning for her to sit. "You're early. I was just goin

Rebecca's heels clicked sharply against the cold asphalt as she and Myles made their way to the parking lot. The bitter expression on her face spoke volumes to say the least, and Myles, well as for him, as he followed closely behind he was in fact, wary. He’d seen this side of Rebecca before—the relentless, revenge-fueled woman who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.And honestly, he was scared. Not for himself or for Ashton Pearce. But for her. She was destroying herself with this....self imposed need to get revenge on Ashton. He really felt bad for her and figured that the least he could do was help her and assist her since she won't listen to reason. As they reached Myles' car, he hesitated for a moment before he opened the door, he could sense that now wasn’t the time to sit in silence.His instincts were telling him. “Rebecca, are you sure about all this?” he finally asked as they both settled into the seats. “I mean, taking revenge on Ashton—it’s not going to end wel