"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.
Ashton simply couldn’t shake the absurdity of his encounter with the old drunk man. He chuckled to himself again, he could still remember the ridiculousness of their conversation. The old guy had certainly provided a distraction from his unforgetful thoughts about Elizabeth and the bizarre morning they had shared. It was all so unreal that he chuckled to himself again.He hung his damp jacket on the coat stand and proceeded to make his way to the kitchen, still chuckling. Maybe he’d share the story with Thomas tomorrow; it was going to make for a good laugh. He made for himself a cup of coffee, he needed the warmth and comfort to feel more at home and to get more sober even though he already was. He casually strolled to the living room and then settled on the couch, letting the day’s events wash over him........Meanwhile, Rebecc
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
Ashton walked back to his apartment feeling an unexpected lightness. The conversation with Rebecca had brought a feeling of closure and clarity of some sort that he hadn't anticipated. Yet, as satisfying as it was to resolve old issues, he knew that it was only the beginning of dealing with his tangled emotions.Inside his apartment, he was greeted by the silence of his living room. He made himself a sandwich and settled on the couch, pulling out his phone. For a moment, he stared at it, debating whether to call Thomas and share the update. Instead, he opted to send a quick text."Talked to Rebecca. Went well. Will fill you in later."He set the phone aside and took a bite of his sandwich, letting his thoughts wander. Despite the progress with Rebecca, his mind kept drifting back to Elizabeth. He couldn't shake the image of her waking up in his bed, the confusion and awkwardness of that morning, and the unresolved feelings that lingered between them.His phone buzzed with a reply from
Damian got tips of Jessicaʼs return to Brooklyn from a source. He tried reaching out to her severally but couldnʼt get through. Jessica got dressed preparing for another attempt in two weeks to get Nicholas' attention. She wasnʼt deterred. She needed to get to him one way or another. She wiggles the bunch of keys in her hands with a little difficulty as she turns to see Damian. She jittered in fright as she put her hand across her chest squeezing her dress a little. “Someoneʼs gotta put a bell on you!.” She exclaimed, frowning.“You've been ignoring me, why?” Damian asked, visibly angry. “You mind telling me about my child now Jess?” He added.“Heʼs not your child Damian, I've got things to do.” She said, trying to leave.“No you donʼt,” He said, holding her back. “We're going to the hospital to get DNA right now.” He said pulling Jessica.“No Iʼm not following you to any fucking Hospital Damian, youʼd better let go of my hands right now!!” She was still struggling to be free.“I to
He heard Miguel let out a chuckle beside me. "Of course." He said. "You would approve that I get out of your hair." He said and I watched him. "Who wouldn't?" I asked him. "Since you came back to this pack a lot of things have been going haywire. Now I don't know what you're doing but I know you have a hand in something if not everything that is happening." I said and he laughed openly this time. It was like I had told the joke of the century. "You think so?" He asked me. "Do you really think that I am the cause of your problems? Your personal problems Cole?" He asked with a knowing smile and I couldn't help but think that he knew something. I was left off guard at that. "You are an asshole Miguel." I said. "I used to think that you were my brother, my own blood but you are nothing but a traitor." I told him but he didn't seem fazed by my words. If anything he found it fascinating that I was riled up. So he just stood there, smirking at me. Like I was a lunatic here. I clenched my
The following day, Nicholas awoke grudgingly with a call. He winced when the light from the windows entered his eyes and he groaned so painfully. "Hello," he said in a gruff voice."Nicholas, we've got a lead on Vincent Laramie," Morgan said in an urgent tone. Her voice was harsh, and she didn't even bother to say good morning to him. "I need you to come to my office right away." She told him. Nicholas groaned out loud. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he said to her.After ending the call, Nicholas sat up and rubbed his temples. His head pounded, so painfully reminding him of the previous night's drinking. Despite his physical discomfort, he felt a glimmer of determination. This lead on Vincent Laramie was crucial.Just as he was about to get ready, someone knocked on the door and his father stepped into the room. "Morning, son. You don't look too well." He said as he observed him. "Rough night," Nicholas admitted as he rubbed at his temples. "Want to get some air? Maybe clear
"That's my brother," she said after she had briefly shut her eyes and muttered a silent prayer about the universe quitting this silly habit of giving her mindless and gullible office assistants. "Let him in." She instructed. Stephan nodded and left. Myles who had been watching her cleared his throat as he got up from his seat as he spoke. "Well," he said. "I guess that is my cue to leave. I should leave you to your family business." He told her. She looked at him. "Thanks for stopping by Mr Jameson." Rebecca said. "And just in case you change your mind," Myles said as he turned to her already standing. "The location to the hang out spot is the renown De la Cruise hotels and resorts." He told her and she regarded him, fighting hard to not clench her fists at him. Rebecca smiled and said. "Okay Myles, I guess I just have to think about it but like I told you I can't come at the moment because I am going to be preoccupied. " She said to him and he nodded his head rather disappointe