ASHLEY'S POV
“Ashley” Uncle Micheal called from the hallway, he followed closely behind me as I walked down the hall, my heart was beating against my chest. I walked faster, hoping he would not catch on. I wasn't prepared to talk about this. Not after all that has happened. “Ashley!” He called me again before grabbing my arm in a gentle way. I turned to face him, pretending as if I had no knowledge of what this is all about. “ “Uncle Micheal, what is it? Do you need my help with anything?” His eyes were filled with something I can't explain but I saw the guilt there, the same guilt I am still feeling for allowing myself to fall for his charms, which led my first experience to be a bitter one. He was about to say something, maybe he wanted to apologize or he's trying to explain. But I wouldn't let myself fall for it again. “I would like us to talk about what happened last night. I know I hurt you and i..” “Uncle Micheal, I interrupted him before he could finish. I don't know what you're talking about, Nothing happened last night. ” I saw how his lips parted as if he wanted to say more, but. I couldn't let myself go down that road with him again. Not after last night. “We both know that's not true. We need to talk about this, I know you are hurting and I feel bad about what I have done ” he said, coming closer, his voice pleading. “I didn't mean to treat you like that, you deserve better. I just didn't know how to...” “No” I interrupted him again, “It doesn't matter, it's best we don't talk about it. My father must never know about this, so let’s forget it ever happened” I turned my face to the side slightly, hoping he would not see the tears in my eyes. He was quite for a while, and for a second I thought he was going to leave me alone. But he stepped closer again. “Ashley, please…please give me a chance to fix this. “No”, I said again, My voice above a whisper. “I said no, Uncle michael. I'm not going to let you apologize. Not after you abandoned me like that. I don't want to hear it. Just….Just leave me be.” I whipped my head around to the side and was brushing my eyes as I hurried fast for the door which opened onto the garden. But he wouldn't still leave me alone, I could feel his presence behind me. “Ashley, please, I didn't even know it was you. you have to know how sorry I am.” “Then leave me alone and stay sorry from afar.” I pushed the door open, the cold air rushing in, my breathing a bit stable now. He was still there, Standing behind me but I couldn't fight him anymore, I couldn't confront him. His words was hanging in the air, troubling my mind ‘I never wanted to hurt you’ But I didn't want to forgive him. Not now or anytime soon. The tears I had held back for a while at last overflowed within me, as I stood in the garden with my shoulders against the cold stone wall. I let myself fill up the silence, trying to breathe against the pain in my chest. I couldn't choose which hurt more, his lies or the fact that I couldn't manage to be furious with him. “ You are still the same man I know, the same Uncle Micheal I remembered from my childhood, Nothing more. So let us keep it that way.” I can't believe it will ever come to this between us. He was someone I respect a lot. He's like a father figure to me and I cared about him but he hurt me, he hurt me so badly and forgiveness is not something he could get overnight. I looked at him for a brief moment and his eyes held a mixture of guilt and confusion, but it made no difference. I would not let him in. Not after he had left me that way, I had believed in him at that moment and he turned from me. “I know Ashley but I just want to make sure you don't hate me.”he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “I never should have left. I figured it would be simpler if I just left, but I was mistaken. I should have stayed, I should have made sure you were alright.” I shook my head, trying to balance myself. “But you didn't. You just left me there, hurt and broken.” The words were harder to say than I expected, saying them out loud was the same as ripping a bandage quickly from a wound. A wound I wasn’t ready to encounter. But I had to, For myself. “Ashley, ” He tried to move closer again, I took a step back, my heart beating faster. “Don't come closer to me.” I said, my voice trembling now but I couldn't help it. I caught the anguish flicker on his face and it tightened my chest. But I couldn't show him that I care. Not when it looked like my world was shattering into pieces around me, Not when every logical part of my body was screaming that I needed to protect myself. “Ashley please” he pleaded again, his voice desperate "I just want to make things right, I never meant to hurt you, I didn't realise how much I had until…” “Until it was too late” I interrupted him, the venom entering my voice. “ Yea I get it. But all I need right now is to be left alone with my thoughts.” He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. “I don't know how to fix this, I just need you to forgive me. Your father must not find out about this. Best friend or not he will have my head for taking his daughter innocence, Just tell me what I can do to fix it.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightened again. “You can't fix it.” His eyes dropped to the ground, and for an instant I thought maybe he would get up and leave. But then his eyes refocused on mine and he spoke softly again. “I will leave you alone, but don't shut me out completely. I care about you Ashley. I just need you to understand that.” I slowly shook my head, “ You still don't get it, do you? You don't get to care about me, Not after what you did.” I could feel his eyes on me, I could hear the anguish in his voice and for a second, I felt sorry for him but I was hurting because of him. I couldn't let him see how his words were continuing to kill me from the inside. I just had to leave here. As I was about to turn around, A very familiar Voice boomed from the doorway. “Ashley, What's going on here?” We froze in place, exchanging a shock glance before quickly looking away. “Dad”ASHLEY'S POV It felt strange to be happy again.Like…really happy.The kind that snuggles into your heart like a ray of sun and lifts your shoulders. I hadn't ever felt this manner before. My heels tapped gently on the excessively shiny floors of the office block, and for the first time in weeks, I wasn't worried about a thing.The lobby did not change, smelled the same: freshly ground coffee, floor wax, printer paper. I was different, though. I was lighter. I was fine.I smiled as I walked past the glass walls, giving small waves to my clients. I knew they noticed. I could feel their eyes. Normally, I'd feel awkward, but today? I didn't care. Let them look. When I reached my floor, my secretary, Lisa, raised an eyebrow upon seeing me. “Ahah, well, well, well. Look who’s glowing.” she joked, spinning a pen round and round on her fingers.I placed my bag on one of the chairs in front of her. “Stop.”“No, seriously,” Lisa stood up, looking me over. “You look like you just got back fro
MICHEAL'S POVMorning light fought its way through the blinds, a dim, gentle light on the room. Ashley leaned close to me, breathing slowly, her face peaceful for the first time in weeks. Her hair sprawled out on the pillow, her hand resting upon my chest.It should've felt right, right? But it didn't.My eyes stayed on the ceiling, unmoving. The weight in my chest wasn't going anywhere. It had been there since last night…maybe even longer. I glanced at her again. She was practically pushed up against me, and yet there was something between us that was fragile. Uncertain. As if we'd built something of glass, and I was just waiting for it to break beneath the pressure of all that we hadn't spoken.She shifted to one side, her hand moving with it, and I got the chance to slowly ease myself out from under it. My toes made contact with the cold floor. I only needed a minute to collect my wits. To catch my breath.But before I could stand, her voice, soft and sleepy, broke the silence.
ASHLEY'S POV“Show me how sorry you're.”His voice hit deeper than his touch—low, thick with everything he wasn't saying. Hurt. Want. Rage. Love.My knees were still against the floor, but as soon as he spoke them, tension within the room shifted. My hands trembled against his thighs, and I glanced up at him. My heart pounded like it was sounding a warning.I didn't speak. I didn't need to. I just moved.I mounted him slowly until I was astride his lap. His eyes never wavered. His jaw was locked, as though he was fighting not to reach out and grab me to shut me in. But he didn't have to. I was already his.I cupped his face and kissed him.Hard and desperate, no hesitation.He responded immediately. His arms wrapped around my hips, pulling me towards him as if he couldn't stand having space between us. His lips were rough on my mouth, biting, breathing in my mouth, claiming my lips with such ferocity. None of this was slow and gentle.It was raw.His tongue swept against mine, his tee
ASHLEY'S POV The door clicked shut behind them.Jess and Ryan, they were gone. But the damage…they left it behind like a mess in the middle of the room. And all I could do was stand there, frozen, holding the pieces I didn't even know had broken yet.My throat burned. But no sound came out of my mouth. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Micheal hadn’t moved. He was still standing in the middle of my apartment like he didn't know where he was anymore. Like this place suddenly felt foreign to him.I wanted to say something. But where do you even start when everything's been turned inside out.So I whispered the only thing I could. “I didn't lie to you.” He didn't look at me right away. His jaw clenched. His eyes still stuck on the same spot Ryan had been standing. I stepped closer, my voice barely holding together. “I should have told you about him. About what he did. About how I felt seeing him again. But I was scared. Not of him, but of you. Of losing this…of losing you.”Finally, he
MICHEAL'S POV I couldn't sit still.Not at work. Not at home.Not even with Jess hovering around like some gentle ghost who didn't belong to the room anymore. That picture burned a hole in my brain. Ashley. Standing across from a man I didn't know. Her head tilted down, her eyes guarded. His hand on her shoulder. It was sent to me from an anonymous number. No text. No explanation.Just the image.I didn't want to believe it meant anything. But the way she'd been lately…distant, jumpy, always one foot out the door– it made it too easy for my mind to go places it shouldn't. I needed answers. I couldn't breathe without them anymore.So I drove down to her place.I didn't care that it was getting late. I didn't care that she hated people showing up unannounced. I just needed to see her face. I needed to know if she'd lie to me. Right to my face. ************Her apartment building looked the same. Cold. Familiar. My heart was beating so hard in my chest as I rang the bell. There wa
JESS'S POV The quiet inside the house had been oppressive, as if it had its own weight bearing down on my chest.I folded my legs over one another at the bed frame, pulled up close, clasped my knees. My fingers picked at a thread that was loose on my sleeve and twisted, pulled it over and over again as if I pulled enough, then maybe the rest of things would come apart too.Micheal's words wouldn't stop cycling in my head."I don't think I should have loved her."I know he still loved her. Even though he didn't say it. I could see it clearly in his eyes. I could feel it in the way his voice softened when he spoke her name.Ashley.Even her name made me want to throw up.I got up and went to the window, opening the curtains a little. The street was quiet now. Quiet. Empty. The sort of quiet that I never got at home. I leaned my head against the cold glass and shut my eyes.It wasn't supposed to turn out this way.I never want to fall in love with him.At first, I just wanted to be ther
MICHEAL'S POVThe clock on the microwave blinked at 11:42AM. I'm still in the same spot. Still holding the damn phone like it held answers to all the questions swirling in my head.I should've gone after her.Jess.She walked out like she was holding herself together with tape and string, and I just stood there. I watched her go. I didn't stop her, I didn't say anything that mattered. I let her walk away with that look in her eyes, like she already knew what I was gonna say before I ever said it.Because she was right.I didn't feel the same. And I hated myself for it.She deserved better than being a second option. Hell, she deserved to be someone’s first choice, not the person in the background, picking up the pieces when everything else fell apart. But I couldn't lie to her. I never harbour such feelings for her, she's always been like a sister to me and it's best it remains that way. And then there was Ashley.God.I leaned back against the counter, thumb hovering over my scree
JESS'S POVThe minute I heard the door click shut, I knew she was gone. Ashley.I sat on the bed upstairs, wearing Micheal's hoodie. The sleeves held tightly in my hand out of anger, knuckles white. I did not wish to hear the words, couldn't quite turn my ears quite enough to pay attention to what was being spoken. But I could feel it. In their voices, tension was there. The cracks. The silence that screams.And for a second….I hoped she'd stay gone.God, what's wrong with me?I rubbed at my chest, like maybe the pressure there would ease. But it didn't. It never did around her. Not when I saw her name flash on his phone. Not when he talked about her like she was everything. Not when he looked at her like she still belonged to him.Well, she did belong to him. And I hated it.I stood up, walked towards the window. The city felt so quiet. So blind. Micheal's apartment fell still again, the sort of stillness that convinced you that all else was sound. I saw myself reflected in the glas
MICHEAL'S POV The smell of coffee drifted through my penthouse before the sun had even fully come up. I stood by the stove, flipping pancakes half awake, wearing the same sweatpants I'd crashed in. My hair was a mess, eyes still a bit swollen from sleep, but Jess always liked breakfast early. And I'd promised.The kitchen was quiet except for the soft noise of the pans and the low sound of the fridge. Jess came down a few minutes later, barefoot, wearing an old hoodie of mine she’d found in the guest room closet. She smiled when she saw me cooking.“Now this is a sight,” she said, sitting down on a stool. “Mikey in his natural habitat.”I smiled, barely. “I told you I got you.”She watched me for a second. “You didn't sleep, did you?.”I shrugged. “Did you?” “Like a baby.”When I was done, I handed her a plate and sat across from her with my own meal in hand. She dug in immediately, humming like she used to when we were kids, and Aunt Marie made cinnamon rolls on Sundays. It should