"I don't know, aunt," Ashely whines for the eleventh time, trying to wiggle her way out of the situation.She could hear her aunt hissing through that call: "I'm not taking no for an answer; you are coming down to Seattle for your cousin's engagement party, and that's final." With that, she cuts off the call, leaving no room for further argument.Ashley growls, keeping her phone aside on the sofa.Ashely and her aunt share a mutual relationship that consists of love and understanding. Her aunt, Rebecca, is the only one she can regard as family, as she's always been there for her since the death of her parents.Unlike her husband and kids, she's as soft and understanding as Ashley's late mother; she has never made Ashley feel otherwise as the others do.Ashely sighs, knowing that there is no way she's ever going to escape attending Alec's engagement party.She fears that her uncle and other relatives will be hard on her about the fact that she's yet to bring forth a man. Ashley has nev
"You have to find a way to attend the engagement," Lex says through the phone.Rhys just come back from his usual night of jogging, and thinking he'd get some rest now, Lex had to bombard him with such news.He still hasn't fully recovered from the heartaches Natalie has caused him, and seeing her at the moment is the last thing he wants to do, especially with the fact that she's getting engaged to Alec, the man she cheated on Rhys with.His jawline hardened at the thought of that, but there was nothing he could do. The damage has already been done, and just as she moved on, he should also consider that.But the question is, was he ready to take such a step?Hell no!The only way he could move on is after he makes sure all of them suffer for not just their mistakes but their hidden crimes."Hey man, are you there?" Lex snaps him back to reality."Fuck, I don't think I can do that. The last thing I want now is to come in view with their despicable faces, and god knows if I'd be able to
"Aren't you going with a suitcase?" Lex questions, gulping on his cup of black coffee..Rhys grumbled, remembering his conversation with Ashley during the day at work; she specifically warned him not to bring any of his stuff, not even his outfit; she'd get him new ones when they got there.His appearance matters a lot to her, and she probably didn't want to be seen with him as he is now."She'll handle everything," Rhys responded after a deep silence.Lex giggled, "Technically, she's—or should I say, they are getting to see the dashing Rhys," he teased."More like vindictive," he sneers."No, man, not yet," Lex reminds him. "I can't wait for that time as well. You know what I like about you?"Rhys hisses, "Fuck off!""I'm still going to say it, you ass. Anyways, as I was saying before I got interrupted, you, Mr. Mickelson, have a way of scheming that they—our enemies—see coming till after the damage is done. The current upper hand you have in collapsing every fortune they've worked
Ashely stood mouth-agape as she came into view with Rhys. He is like a whole different person, almost like he wasn't the same employee of hers who wears rags and has a nasty appearance.Not that it bothers, probably because she hired him for his intellect and not his physical appearance; for that reason, she won't spare him another look."Take a picture; it lasts longer," he smirked, adjusting his cufflinks.She blinked herself back to her senses, clearing her throat. "Can we get rid of that beard?" She says instead that her nose is cringing a bit.Rhys rubbed on his offer frown, his beard narrowing his stare at her, and he could swear she moved a bit. "No, I'm keeping it. I've already done you a lot of favors, shaving this beard if it will not be one of them," his tune was hard and laced with finality."Don't forget I'm paying you off, Mr. Mickelson, so it's more of a do-me-i-do-you thing."He shrugs, "Whatever you say, boss," and he decides to drop the conversation before she pushes
Ashley's breath hitched as she saw her uncle walking towards them."I'll go grab a drink," Rhys mumbles, to which she nods before he leaves.She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding mentally, preparing herself for the insults that were yet to come."Ashley," he calls out, reaching for a hug and cutting her off guard.He placed his hands on her lower back and his lips next to her left ear. "What are you doing here with him?"She saw that question coming, but just as she had prepared for it, this wasn't going down without a fight, that's for sure."He's my date," she says barely above a whisper as he pulls back his gaze, hardening on her."Who is he?"She bit her lower lip, batting her eyelids for a second. "He's my man."His brows scrunched. "Don't give me that; what's his status, I mean?"Oh god!What was she going to say to him now? He won't even welcome the idea of her dating her assistant, who is an absolute nobody.That doesn't happen in the bloodline of a freeman. Eve
Rhys stood at the distant end, activating his glasses."Curella," he calls out in a low tune."Yes, master?""I want you to run security checks as well as spot Giovanni's men; let me know when he arrives as well," he orders."On it," she responded, proceeding to do as commanded.Rhys's eyes widen a fraction as he spots Oliver, his brows scrunching in confusion as to what he is doing to her before it dawns on him that Oliver's family has a business association with the Freemans as well."Hey man," Oliver greets with a smirk.Lex laughs through the earpiece, irking Rhys even more than he already is."You weren't expecting me where you were?" Oliver wiggles his brows, slipping his hands into the pocket of his slacks as he roams his stare around Rhys's figure.His left brow arched up inquisitively. "Why are you dressed like this? Also, don't you think it'll—""She gave them to me." Rhys seizes him off, taking a seat on one of the long bar chairs, while Oliver joins him as well."We're col
Both Rhys and Ashley stared at Mr. Freeman in shock at what he had just said. None of them saw what he said coming; they would have at least prepared for a comeback, but right now both their tongues are tied."What?" Alec spats unbelievably, shooting his father a look that screams volumes.Mr. Freeman chuckles. "Young man, my niece made mention of how in love you two are, so I don't see any problem in delaying things. We can go ahead with the wedding procedure; how much time do you need?""No, uncle, we're taking things slow." Ashley finally regains her composure, trying to keep her sanity in check.She knew what sort of monster her uncle was and how much he wanted to see her downfall. He wants to crush every inch of her and take away any source of happiness in her life.She's sure he could tell that there is absolutely nothing between Rhys and her, which is why he's suddenly coming up with such absurdity."No. I agree with your term, Mr. Freeman; your daughter loves me just as much a
Rhys took calm and precise steps out of the hotel building, oozing rage. He looked like he would punch anyone who dared stand in his way.His argument with Ashley had ticked him off more than he thought he could contain. The anger that brews within every inch of his body is one that usually huts when things like such happen.He felt embarrassed and insulted. Ashley had sent him out of the room; not even his father had done that before, but again, there was nothing he hadn't tolerated with the Roderigos.His jawline tightened as he huffed out a deep breath, roaming his stare around before they finally stopped on Oliver's figure that leaned on the black BMW car."I sent him," Lex says through the earpiece.That's the thing with Lex; he knows exactly how to deal with situations if they occur. He could tell that Rhys needed distance away from Ashley and, as well, a source to vent out his rage before he ended up doing something they'd all regret."Hey man," Oliver says as Rhys walks to him