Chapter 3

Ashley POV

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the morning sun pouring through the curtains.

I sat up, clutching the loose shirt I wore. The bed was empty. Was he gone?

But before I could think too much, the bathroom door opened, And Grey stepped out. A white towel was wrapped low around his waist, barely holding on to his hips. Another towel was in his hand as he dried his wet hair, drops of water sliding down his chest.

God.

My eyes dropped lower, past his abs, to that fine line of trimmed hair that disappeared under his towel.

My mouth parted slightly, heat rising to my face.

He looked like a sin standing there.

A tall, soaked, forbidden sin. I licked my lips without realizing.

"Keep looking at me, and I'll take you right now." He said hoarsely.

Shit, he caught me staring. I looked away quickly, my cheeks burning. "No, I wasn't."

He chuckled and walked toward the bed. "Sure," he said, then pointed to the small table near the bed. "Eat."

I turned and saw a tray sitting there, my stomach growled just from the sight.

I picked it up and placed it on my lap. Pancakes drizzled with syrup, fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, an omelette packed with colourful veggies, and a toasted sandwich stacked with ham and cheese. A cold glass of lemon juice sat on the side.

My eyes widened.

"Do you expect me to finish all this?" I asked.

He smirked as he walked into his walk-in closet. "After the wild night we had, I doubt you've got the strength to walk without that breakfast."

My face heat up again.

I picked up the fork and took a bite of the omelette.

Mhmn, so delicious.

Like hotel room service, maybe even better. I tried the pancakes next. Sweet and warm, the syrup soaking into the soft stack perfectly. Then the sandwich. Then the eggs.

Just as I popped the last piece of food into my mouth and sipped the last drop of my lemon juice, the closest door opened.

My fork froze mid-air as I looked at him.

He wore a black tailored suit, sharp and clean. It hugged his tall frame like it was made for him, honestly, it probably was. He looked yummy, with his blue eyes that reminded me of the sky.

"You're going to work?" I asked setting the tray aside.

He nodded, reaching for his rolex watch and sliding it on his wrist.

"I have a meeting in an hour. You should freshen up." He said, then walked out of the door.

I was disappointed, I wanted to spend more time with him. But he was a billionaire who had multiple Companies to handle.

I picked up my phone from the nightstand.

Nine missed calls from Zoey, my best friend.

Three from mom.

Two messages from Tyla.

I opened her texts.

Tyla:

Hey bitch!

Why aren't u home to make dinner???

I rolled my eyes at her messages.

Typical.

I clicked on Zoey's name and hit call. She picked after the third ring.

"Ashley?!" Her voice loud, almost panicked. "Where the hell have you been? I've been calling all night!"

"I'm sorry, I should've texted. I'm fine, really."

She went silent for a second. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'll come see you later, okay?"

"Okay," she replied, still sounding unsure. "You better."

I hung up, then pulled myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth slowly, then stepped into the warm shower, letting the water run over me.

I left the bathroom, and spotted a black dress in the sofa. I hadn't noticed it before.

I picked it up.

Simple, classy and my size.

Grey definitely had it brought in for me.

I slipped it on. I grabbed my phone amd bag, and stepped out.

The hallway outside was silent. Every corner had a security. Two men in black suits stood near the elevator as the nodded at me politely.

This place screamed wealth.

*********

I stepped through the front door of my parent's house, a hot slap landed hard on my cheek.

Smack!

I gasped, my head turning with the force. My eyes widened as I looked up and saw my mom.

Well, the woman who adopted me.

She was fuming, her hand still raised mid-air.

"Where the hell were you last night?!" She shouted. "Why re you just coming home this morning!"

My cheek stung, but I swallowed and met her glare. "Is that why you hit me?"

"Yes!" She screamed. "I have every right to!"

I was about to speak, but before I could even open my mouth,

Smack!

Another slap.

This time, from Tyla.

I turned in shock, staring as her long painted red nails hovered in the air. Her thick makeup looked like it belonged on a runaway, her boobs nearly spilled out of the tight crop top she wore, and her expression was pure disgust.

"How dare you talk to my mom like that?" She hissed. "You have no right. After all.. You're just an adopted child."

My fists clenched, trying to calm the storm inside me. She was right. I was adopted, but that didn't give them the right to treat me like dirt.

And then her mother's sharp voice said again, her eyes scanning my dress. "What is this? This wasn't the dress you wore last night. What else should we expect from a cheap whore anyways?"

That was it.

I stepped closer to her. "Don't ever call me that again." I warned. I can take any insult from them, but not them calling me a slut.

Tyla raised her hand again, ready to strike. But this time, it didn't land.

A hand caught her wrist mid-air.

"Sam?" She gasped.

Her brother stood between us, holding her hand tightly.

"Sam what're you doing? She talked back at mom!"

He looked at her with a tired expression. "That's enough Tyla."

He let go of her hand and turned to me. "Go change, then come prepare breakfast."

I didn't say anything, I just stared at him, then turned and walked out, heading to my room. I could feel their eyes burning holes into my back.

I slammed my room door shut and locked it. Why did Sam stop Tyla from slapping me? He wasn't any better than the rest of them. He used to flirt with me sometimes, and it always made me uncomfortable.

I still remembered the time he lied to his mother that I tried to seduce him, I hadn't gotten the chance to defend myself before my mom punished me by refusing to give me food for two days.

I changed my clothes and pulled on a pair of black shorts and a hoodie. I tied my blonde hair into a messy ponytail before heading downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I cooked scrambled eggs with sausage and made waffles with syrup, when I was done, I set the plates on the table and went back to my room. I was still full from the breakfast Grey had made for me.

My cheeks warmed just thinking about last night, Grey was always rough and great in bed. I didn't know how fast I'd fallen for Tyla's fiancee.

I know my love is forbidden, but who cares?

Tyla didn't deserve him.

OK, I know he his a public figure, and he needs a celebrity to be by his side, and Tyla is a runaway model that had lot of fans. And I'm just the adopted child, and Grey would never want me to be his wife, but just fuck buddy.

But i really don't care if Tyla was a model or whatever, one thing for sure is I know Tyla is jealous of me, she even went as far as dying her hair from black to blonde.

I pulled out one of my romance novel from my drawer and curled up under my blanket. My eyes started to feel heavy as I turned the pages. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.