Chapter 2: His Villa

Thirty minutes later, a black Lamborghini Aventador arrived in front of a three-story modern villa. Ashton Grey carried the woman he found at the bar before out of the car and into his house.

"Karl you scumbag!!!" She suddenly shouted and hit his chest a few times.

"Who the hell is Karl?! Why am I getting hit because of him?" He yelled back at her.

He entered a lift and pushed the button to go to the third floor. There was no way he would carry that woman to the third floor using the stairs. In less than a minute, the lift doors were opened and he walked towards his bedroom immediately.

Ashton carefully put that woman down on his bed. He took off her coat and her heels. Then, he went into the bathroom to change his clothes into sleepwear. The time showed ten minutes before twelve, Ashton went out of the bathroom again and was startled to see the woman on the bed sitting there silently and scanning the room.

"Oh gosh! My goodness! My heart almost drop..." he grumbled in annoyance, truly shocked to see her dishevelled look. Her hair was so messy that it covered half of her face. She turned to him and stared at him emptily.

"Where am I?" She asked almost like a sane person.

Ashton carefully sat on the bed, facing her. He brushed her hair using his fingers and tidied it up a bit.

"Do you remember me? We met at the bar before. I don't know where you live, so I took you home. This is my house," Ashton responded to her. She scanned the room and having her lips mumbled something.

"Larson Ray Apartment, Tenth Avenue..." she murmured slowly.

"Sorry?" Ashton couldn't hear her but the woman didn't respond.

"Why did you drink so much?" He asked more while tapping on the pillow behind him, getting ready to lie down. He thought that she was going to put a distance from him but strangely, she took a pillow and lay down right next to him. She faced him and looked at him attentively as if wanting to have a casual conversation. He didn't even know if she was still drunk or not at that moment.

"My boyfriend, Karl Jackson is getting married next week," she said at the start, it sounded like a confession story. Ashton just stared at her in silence and tried to be a good listener.

"We had been together for five years. But five months ago, he chose to cheat on me and started seeing another woman in secret. That woman was my nemesis since high school and he's going to marry her next week..." she started sobbing out of sudden. Ashton only gaped at her, didn't know how to react or what to say.

"How old are you?" She asked out of the blue.

"Twenty-seven," Ashton replied. She scanned his face for a while and then suddenly grabbed his hands.

"You're very good looking. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Her question made him chuckle. 'What a brazen woman,' he mumbled in his heart.

"No, I don't. Not in the moment."

"Then... can you help me? Can you pretend to be my boyfriend for just one day? It would be even better if you could pretend to be my husband too. But maybe that's too much to ask. I just wanted to show Karl that I could replace him so easily in less than a week."

She looked so pathetic in his eyes. 'Honey, you had a Golden Ratio body and here you are wasting that gift, trying to prove to your ex that you could find someone better,' Ashton murmured internally, hadn't given her any answer. He just stared at her deeply and that woman stared at him too.

She suddenly leaned her face closer and kissed him. Ashton was stunned for a bit but that night, his body felt really different. It felt like he wanted to have a taste of this woman too, and since she had already given him a sign that she was willing, he didn't wait long to start.

They went completely without a single strand on their bodies within less than a minute. All their clothes were thrown to the floor. Ashton led her to move their bodies under the blanket. He lay on top of her and started kissing her passionately.

"Aahhh... it's been so long..." he moaned while having his lips sucking her neck. It had been years since he last slept with a woman before.

Ashley wrapped her arms around that man's neck. She didn't even know his name but her head was too dizzy to even think right now. She just let it happen and enjoyed that wild moment. She aimed to make her mind forget about Karl, about how he tasted in bed. Maybe by letting another man bang her, she would at least feel even with Karl because that bastard slept with Lucia too.

'You're not the only one who could do it. I can too...' she murmured depressingly inside her heart, while slowly feeling a hard thing going into her hole and the man on top of her began to thrust steadily.

***

The next morning, Ashley woke up to find herself being in a strange place. She had only a vague memory of what happened last night. Something heavy was leaning on her back and when she turned around, she saw a fine-looking man lying behind her. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist. As if that was not shocking enough, she also found that they both were naked under the blanket.

Ashley quickly scooted away from him and covered her body with the blanket. The man got woken up by her sudden movement. He rose into a sitting position and stared at her.

"Hi, good morning. I know it's a bit too late to ask right now. But I'm Ashton. Ashton Grey. What's your name?" He stretched out his right hand, trying to have a handshake with her.

"Ash... Ash... Ashley... Ashley White," she stuttered while reaching his hand. They had an awkward introduction that morning.

Ashley just looked down, avoiding his gaze. Now that she had her conscience again, she looked a bit innocent in Ashton's eyes. It was completely different from the woman he slept with last night. She was really wild and energetic or was it because of the alcohol? He didn't quite sure either.

"Do you still remember me? We met at the bar last night. You're drinking too much and I don't know who I should call to pick you up, so I just took you home," Ashton briefed her a little about what happened last night.

"This is your house?" Ashley scanned the room again. The interior design was so luxurious like a bedroom that belonged to a billionaire.

"Are you the owner of the bar?" She made a bizarre assumption that made Ashton snort instantly. He smiled and shook his head lightly. The ravishing gaze he had on his face made her heart flutter for no reason.

'Did I really sleep with this guy last night? How can he be so good looking?' She wondered in amazement, feeling as if she got lucky getting a chance to bang with that guy. Her gaze went down to peek at his body and it was clear that this guy had sexy six-pack abs.

"No. I'm not the owner of the bar," he replied with a chuckled. He noticed that she stared at his body and he just let her be. Somehow, he felt his pride as a man was boosted a bit when that woman was looking at him with a thirsty gaze.

"I'm sorry. I think... I think I should go home now. Oh god, my car. My car must be still at the bar," her face turned worried. She bit her index finger, with her brows knitted, thinking of what she should do to get her car back.

"My driver drove your car here last night. I'm sure the key was somewhere downstairs," Ashton responded to die out her worries.

"Oh, thank you..." she said gratefully. She turned her head around and saw her handbag was on the floor beside the bed. She took it and rummaged inside to find her phone. But then, her eyes caught sight of Karl's wedding invitation card.

Ashley took the card out slowly and stared at it. She turned downcast instantly. Ashton saw the change in her expression and swiftly took the card from her hand. He observed it carefully.

"So, it's true..." he commented.

"Huh?" Ashley was confused about what he meant.

"So, it's true then what you told me last night. Your boyfriend really going to marry your nemesis during high school."

"Ex-boyfriend now. But how do you know that?"

"You told me last night. You said that you need my help. You want me to pretend as your boyfriend or even better as your husband for one day. Did you plan to crash his wedding?"

"I actually said that to you?" Ashley felt her face turn hot instantly due to embarrassment. The man nodded to confirm it.

"Actually, it's fine. I must be too drunk to say such nonsense. I better get home now," she said quickly and tried to get her clothes from the floor with her body still covered by the blanket.

Ashton simply moved naked in front of her and took his briefs, wearing them casually as if it was not such a big deal for her to see his dick. Then, he took a bathrobe from his wardrobe and wear it. He gave one to Ashley as well.

"I can help you," he said gently, turning his body around to let Ashley wear the bathrobe.

"Help? Help what? What do you mean?"