Ashton sat up from his bed. He couldn't tell the kind of dream he had just had. All he remember was running away from something and not able to get to his destination. And now he had awoken to a sweaty body. He looked up at the ceiling fan that kept rotating but wasn't circulating any fresh air. He let out a sigh. Maybe he should have invested in an air conditioner but at the moment, he didn't have any money for that. He was still thinking of ways to get his shit together. He ran his fingers through his unruly hair, deciding that going back to sleep wouldn't do him any good. He soon got up and grabbed his faded tee shirt as he headed out and to the gym. He needed to clear his head of some thoughts. He needed to make his thoughts aligned with his current agenda. Thoughts of Rebecca speaking with Angel the night before played in his mind while he walked. He grabbed one of his sneakers and put them on. He then grabbed his phone and turned on the music. A song by Maroon five, titled 'mem
Rebecca got to the office. She couldn't tell why she was late or why she was having this migraine. She only knew she had spoken with that devil and he had made series of empty threats at her. To stop her from contacting that kid Angel. The more Ashton told her to go away, the more curious she had become. No way in hell was Ashton seeing Angel. She was going to turn eighteen soon, or so Rebecca had heard her say. Ashton was an asshole but he was no fool. Even he knew his limits. Which confused her. Maybe there was something she wasn't in on. There was probably something Ashton did not want her to know about. For some reason, the enthusiasm almost made Rebecca feel bad. The poor girl had already placed her hope so high on Ashton and she believed he would take care of all of her problems. How would she feel when she found out that Ashton had zero money and he had just been making empty promises to her to probably help her feel alright? Would it be wrong of her to tell her? It would cru
The cloud beams with brightness as the sun rises. The rays from outside reflects in the room shining on Rebecca's face as she snuggled in her blanket, yawning at the same time stretching her body she mumbled "oh what a sunny day". In her sleepy state ,She moved towards her clock, grabs it and turn off the alarm.She sat upright and relieves a great sigh. She stretched her hand to her phone and couldn't reach it. Then she turned to look at where the phone has been placed, slowly she came down from her bed and began searching for the phone in all angles of her room. " Oh shit! She. Exclaimed. " What the heck is wrong with me " "am I alright at all" "I guess I need some counselling session" she wondered. She searched and couldn't find her phone.Panicking, she hastily grabbed her laptop and place a direct mail to her secretary, "hey Rosie, perhaps did you come across my phone". She dropped her laptop on her bed and search her room again and to no avail. She angrily took her laptop and
Myles was patiently seated waiting for Rebecca in a star studded restaurant. He made his order as he was famished. While eating his Sheppard pie, he entertained himself with his phone. After a while, he heard some footsteps walking towards where he was seated, he raised his brows and low and behold it was Rebecca, elegantly walking towards him.He cleaned his mouth with a serviette, pushed his chair slightly backwards and welcomed her to the table with beaming smiles all over him. Rebecca sat down and exchanged pleasantries with him.Why don't you make your orders, Myles instructed.Rebecca called the waitress and requested for the menu. She requested for chips and steak.While eating, she said, Myles I hope you came along with my phone.He replied yes I did .Eat your food while we talk over some unfinished discussions.She replied, we have no unfinished discussion,Go straight to the point but before that can I have my phone.Myles searched his pocket, reached out for her phone and g
Rebecca heard a knock on her door. She stirred, squinting her eyes and wondering who it could be. She was sure she had made herself clear the previous night that no one should disturb her morning sleep. Who was the unfortunate person that dared to knock at, what was the time now? She picked up her phone and squinted her eyes the more as she stared into the the screen. Shit. It was only past 7 am. She decided to let whoever it was at the door to be as she ignored them and went back to sleep. For all they knew she really wasn't always in. She adjusted back into a more comfortable position and even allowed a moan to elicit from her as she closed her eyes to go back to sleep. But the knock came again and more loud and harsh now. She raised up her head in frustration. God, she was going to kill whoever it was at the door. She heard the door knock again and with a frustrated hiss, she got up from the bed and headed to the door begging the God of whoever it is at the door to allow them safe
Ashton walked out of the cafeteria, he had a cup of coffee in his hand as he casually strolled along the road, he was deep in thought. He walked slowly and almost got hit by a moving vehicle when he strayed away from the pedestrian walk way. He heard the way the driver cursed at him but he didn't look at him. He wasn't even ready for that drama so early in the morning. From the looks of things it was already well over 9am and he could tell it was a busy morning. He could see the busy office goers as they rushed to their respective offices no doubt. He watched most of them that trekked walk briskly while the ones that drove, drove carelessly just like the asshole who almost hit him moments ago.He felt his phone ring in his pockets and he pulled it out and answered the call when he saw who it was that was displayed on the screen. "I'm guessing you must have seen my video." Thomas Gomez spoke from the speaker a soon as Ashton answered the phone. "That can be a PR stunt for all I care
Several days had passed since Ashton's initial conversation with Thomas, and now, they were seated across from each other in Thomas's sleek, modern office. Ashton could notice the change of scenery from the corporate setting he was accustomed to. Thomas had indeed moved into a new condo, and it reflected his taste for the finer things in life."So, Ashton, let's get down to business," Thomas began, his tone businesslike yet casual. "I've had my team put together a proposal outlining how our collaboration could work."Ashton leaned forward, his expression serious as he took the thick folder Thomas handed him. He flipped through the pages, scanning the detailed plans and projections laid out before him. It was clear that Thomas and his team had put a lot of thought and effort into this proposal."This all looks very impressive, Thomas," Ashton remarked, his tone neutral. "But I need to be honest with you. I still have some reservations about working together, especially given our histor
Ashton walked back home as he made his way to see Angel. When he had been told about Elizabeth Cooper, the thought that Elizabeth could be Angel's age was unsettling. Thomas had told him that Elizabeth was critically ill and the thought that it could be Angel was unsettling to him. He walked back home, strolling in his oversized suit. It was exactly oversized, Ashton just liked putting on stuff that were larger than his normal large frame and that was his flex. He ran his fingers through his unruly curly hair as he walked. He could tell that the roads were becoming lonelier. One of the shittiest facts about this area where he lived was that it was a rough neighborhood. There were constant fights and robbery and dare he say killings that one would think this was some slum black neighborhood. But in contrast, this was a purely white neighborhood, just that they did lots of drugs and shit. He walked along the way, casually holding his briefcase in his hand. Then, at a few feets from hi