The night air was crisp as Rebecca stepped out of Myles’ car, she allowed her hair to cascade over her shoulders in loose waves as she fixed her lipstick in the side mirror. She glanced at Myles through the reflection, and smirked as she caught his stare. Tonight wasn’t really about business—it was about putting on a show, and she intended to do just that. It had been a while since she last met with the group and she wanted her come back to look grand. She was their main character after all. "Ready for a good time?" Myles asked her as he stepped beside her and adjusted the collar of his jacket. There was a casual ease in his tone, but Rebecca knew better—he was still on edge after their conversation earlier that day, she knew this, of course. He hadn’t said much, but she could see the gears turning in that head of his. He hadn’t refused her offer, and that’s all she needed for now. No response was infact a response and that response definitely was a no. Rebecca gave him a coy smile
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
Later that afternoon, Ashton stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, he could feel the weight of Elizabeth's words as it was still fresh in his mind. The moment they had shared earlier had stirred something deep within him, a desire he hadn’t allowed himself to fully acknowledge until now. But just as quickly as the warmth had enveloped him, his thoughts drifted off to Rebecca. No matter how much he wanted to leave her in the past, her presence still loomed around him like a dark cloud.His phone buzzed on the desk, and that snapped him out of his thoughts. He picked it up and saw Thomas’s message.'Ready for lunch? Usual spot?'Ashton replied with a quick. "Yes," He grabbed his coat, and headed out of the office. He needed a break. More than that, he needed to clear his head from all that thoughts.Thomas was already seated at their favorite restaurant, it was the usual quiet bistro tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city center. The place had always been the
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
Theron leaned casually against his car, a sly grin curled on his lips as he eyed Rebecca and Myles while they stepped out of the federal building. He could see the frustration etched across his sister’s face, the fire in her eyes were as fierce as ever. Myles, on the other hand, looked tired, like he’d been through this one too many times. He chuckled under his breath. His sister had always been the hard goer and he had always been the more easy going, easy life kind of dude. “I was wondering when you two would show up,” he said, his tone was light but with an undercurrent of seriousness. “We need to talk.” he informed them and he pushed off the car and strolled towards them with an air of cocky nonchalance. Rebecca, still fumed from the encounter with the feds, she really wasn't in the mood for another drama but she nonetheless still crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at her brother. “This better be good, Theron.” she warned him. Theron’s dancing eyes flickered from Reb
Ashton sat in the quiet of his living room, the shadows from the evening sun as the sun was beginning it's descent to set made creative long lines across the hardwood floor. He sighed as he sank deeper into the leather chair, his thoughts were swirling from one place to the other. The house, though spacious and elegant, felt more like a museum to his past life—silent and sterile. For years, Ashton knew he had built walls around himself, prioritizing work, reputation, and duty above all else. But now, as he stared out of the large windows that overlooked the city, he realized something fundamental had shifted in him. He could sense it. He could feel it. He felt guilty, of course. Asking the Coopers for help wasn’t something he had ever imagined doing. Their influence had been instrumental in keeping the wolves at bay. Without their pull, the legal battles, the whispers, the relentless attacks from people like Rebecca would have consumed him entirely. But relying on them, especially El
The next day dragged on with a weariness that Ashton couldn’t shake off. He sat behind his desk, the ticking clock on the wall marked ever so painfully, every slow second that passed. The papers in front of him blurred into a haze as his mind wandered. He wasn’t usually one to let boredom get the better of him, but today was different. After last night’s function and the encounter with Myles, his thoughts were still swirling. He felt restless, like something was out of place, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. And worse, he had finished all the activities for the morning and had plenty of time do just sit around doing nothing. Ashton rubbed his temples and sighed. It had been one of those days where everything felt like a chore. Even the prospect of having lunch seemed dull. He quickly pulled out his phone and texted Thomas.Ashton: “Lunch? My treat. I need a break.” He watched the three dots pop up, indicating that Thomas was typing. The response came almost immed
Ashton sat alone in his house, the stillness of the somewhat quiet night was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room. The peacefulness should have soothed him, but instead, it filled him with an unease of some sort which he simply couldn't shake off. The conversation with Elizabeth earlier that day, their laughter over delicious Korean ramen, and then tge heartwarming chat with Angel that followed had settled him briefly, but now, with the dark shadows of night creeping in, it was indeed a different kind of tension that had settled in his chest.His mind wandered back to all the complications that awaited for him—Rebecca, Theron, Myles all of them—and how they’d managed through time to weave their way back into his life. The calm from earlier seemed distant now. He got up from his couch and poured himself a glass of water as he hoped that the cool liquid would clear his head at least.Ding-dong.The