Rebecca got home angry and seething. She was so confused. Why?Why?!Why the hell was Ashton and Elizabeth Cooper bonding more than they should have?The more she thought about it, the more it infuriated her and she just kept getting upset and upset and upset. She angrily slammed the door to her car and walked into the building. She got into the living room in time to see Myles Jameson take a sip of his drink. He was comfortably seated on one of her mother's white expensive as shit couches. Couches which Rebecca had bought herself. Rebecca seriously fought the strong urge to roll her eyes back at him. She wondered why he kept lingering around her apartment. What the hell did he want? He was only by a thin line lucky that he wasn't yet in her list of those whom she would b exacting her revenge on. Again the key word of emphasis on the word 'yet'. Rebecca made to totally ignore Myles and walk to her room when she spotted her mother coming out from the wine bar with a bottle in hand. N
Rebecca Knowles had barely stepped out of the steamy bathroom when she heard the soft knock on her door. She ignored it at first, she had every hope that whoever it was would get the hint and leave her alone. She was not in the mood for another confrontation or conversation whatsoever, especially not after the exhausting encounter downstairs. But when the knock persisted, she clenched her jaw, knowing exactly who it was. “Rebecca, honey, it’s your mother,” Mrs. Knowles called out, her voice was muffled through the thick wooden door.Rebecca let out a sharp breath, then with a eye roll and a deep scrowl on her face, she wrapped her silk robe tightly around her body as she walked to the door. She was tempted to leave her mother standing there, but she knew that would only escalate the situation. She opened the door with an irritated huff, revealing her mother’s concerned face.“What do you want, Mom?” Rebecca asked her mother when she opened the door, her tone was sharp and unforgiving
Ashton Pearce sat in the comfortable leather chair from across Thomas Gomez, who lounged casually behind his desk in his office, a playful grin spread across his face as he sat there. The office was not so properly lit, the evening was fast coming, one could tell this through the tall windows. The rich scent of polished wood and old books filled the room, it mingled with the faint aroma of coffee from a cup that had long since gone cold on Thomas’ desk. Thomas eyed the coffee. He wasn't going to drink it. He couldn't even remember when he took that coffee. His assistant wasn't doing a good job at all. “You’re really going to sit there and tell me you’re not interested in Elizabeth Cooper?” Thomas teased Ashton, he leaned back into hos seat with a satisfied smirk on his thin lips. “After everything that’s happened?” he asked him. Ashton was visibly uncomfortable he shifted uneasily in his seat. His hands fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve as he glanced around the room in a furtile
Ashton Pearce stepped out of Thomas’s office and then into the crisp evening air, his mind still whirled with the conversation that had just taken place back inside Thomas' office. The idea of a mythical flower with the power to heal the dying still remained in his thoughts, but there was something more—something that tugged at the edges of his memory, something he couldn't quite grasp.What was it? He wondered as he racked his brain for possible answers. The walk to his car was filled with a silence that felt heavier than it was supposed to be. The streets were very quiet, the city settled into the calm of the evening, but Ashton's mind was anything but peaceful. He wasn't calm at all. He got into his car, sat behind the wheel, and paused as he let ourt a breath and stared blankly at the dashboard. It wasn’t just the flower that troubled him. It was the thought of Elizabeth Cooper. He couldn’t deny that something about her had struck a chord in him, something he hadn’t felt in a lo
Ashton Pearce barely slept that night. He simply could not. His thoughts were rather consumed by the ashwagandha plant, by Elizabeth Cooper, and by the implications of what he was about to do. The more he thought about it, the more he felt an urgent need to visit the Coopers’ villa as soon as possible. He had to know more. He just had to confirm his suspicions.The following morning, luckily it was a weekend and so there was no work, Ashton got ready and prepared to visit the Coopers' villa. The nervous energy that coursed through him the night before had settled into something more resolute. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he adjusted his collar, he reminded himself that this was about more than just a flower and not necessarily that he wanted to see Elizabeth and had to take extra care in dressing to impress her. Ahem. But it was about the truth, about understanding the connection he felt toward this plant and, more importantly, how it was related to Elizabeth.By the time A
Angel’s sudden appearance was a welcome distraction, and Ashton found himself relaxing a bit. He didn’t want her to sense the toxic tension in the room, so he made an effort to be cheerful.As they all sat down, Hilary poured tea for everyone, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Ashton tried to focus on the small talk, but his mind kept drifting back to the ashwagandha plant and to the unanswered questions that had brought him here in the first place.After a while, Angel excused herself, saying she had some studying to do. Ashton watched her go, he felt instant guilt and regret that he couldn’t fully enjoy her company and it was all because of Myles. But his thoughts were too preoccupied.Once Angel was gone, the atmosphere in the room grew more tense. Myles, sensed an opportunity, turned to Ashton with a sly grin.
Myles didn’t know what to say. He looked down at his drink, the ice cubes clinked softly as he swirled the glass."It’s… complicated,” he finally said, his voice was low.“Complicated?” Laura repeated and then scoffed in disbelief, her tone was sharp. “Myles, this is Rebecca we’re talking about. You’ve been with her through thick and thin, and now you’re telling us it’s complicated? What’s going on?" She asked him.Myles sighed deeply, he could feel the three pairs of eyes of his friends’ stares on him.“You’re right. Things aren’t great. Rebecca’s… she’s changed. I don’t even recognize her anymore. She’s obsessed with....... something, and it’s consuming her. I tried to help, but she doesn’t listen to anyone.” he said letting it all out finally.Michael shook his head.<
Ashton sat on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his temples as he tried to shake off the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. The events of the past few days had worn him down to the bone, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it up. As he sat in his bed, his thoughts went back to when he was still speaking with Elizabeth back then at the garden of the Coopers villa."The ashwagandha plant?" Elizabeth asked him as she watched him. Ashton scratched the back of his neck uneasily."I don't think you remember..." He trailed off as he looked away."Oh, I remember." She said and Ashton looked at her incredulously."Really?" He asked her. "You do?" He asked her and she nodded her head."I remember when you asked abo