Ashlynn's POV: It’s been four days. Four whole days. Ninety-six fucking hours. Five Thousand, Seven Hundred and Sixty Minutes. Three hundred and Fourty Five Thousand, Six Hundred seconds, do the math. And I had surprisingly not been contacted by Julian— much to my relief. I guess he finally gave up on me and found another chic to play charades with him. I was at Kyndall and Dave— her newly wedded husband’s private beach house, with Hailey and Brooke for a fifth wedding after party because according to Kyn, you can throw as many wedding parties as you wanted. It was beach themed, off course and we were all in our swimwear and bikinis. I was wearing a blue bikini. Hailey, Broke and I were laid on our tanning beds, tanning at the beachside while Kyndall and Dave were in the beach house. They said they wanted to cook lunch for everyone. But something told me that they were cooking up something else, because that’s all newly married couples ever did. Leave them
Ashlynn's POV: Some person— who really thought they ate, said that it life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Well, unfortunately for me, I currently had a lot on my plate and none of it were delicious lemons.Hence the reason why I'm thirty-three thousand feet above the ground, in Julian's private jet, flying to New York where he's based so we could get married. And hopefully, be away from the cops. Luckily for me, the sirens that I had heard outside of my house weren't for me, but were rather for my neighbor, the Accountant, who's house was said to have been loaded with hard drugs and narcotic. So I dodged that bullet successfully. Julian Kings being fucking loaded was an understatement, and if I knew the adequate adjectives to measure his fat wealth, I would've used them at this juncture. The size and interior of his private jet spelt rich and class in bold, highlighted letters. "A drink?" Julian's offer whisked me away from my thoughts and I looked at the tall
Julian's POV: Today had been one hell of day, and it wasn't even afternoon yet. My phones had been buzzing non-stop all day. I had received calls upon calls, a lot of congratulatory messages, exclusive interview requests and even some family friends decided to buy thoughtful wedding gifts and mail them to my office. I guess it wasn't such a good idea to have announced Ashlynn and I being together on fucking social media. But we had to make everything seem believable. It would be quite suspicious if everyone wakes up one morning and they hear that Julian Kings had suddenly married some girl. We had to give it a process of some sort. Hence the reason for the Instagram picture I had literally forced Ashlynn to pose romantically for, and a few other carefully planned scenarios that would follow after this. The doors to my office opened and my secretary, June, walked in with my savior in a cup—black brewed coffee, alongside some files in her hands. "Here is you
Ashlynn's POV:Today, I woke up feeling like complete shit. I was sick again, I had just recovered from a bad cough too, plus I was feeling bloated and I think I had gained a considerable amount of weight in a short span on two weeks. None of my dresses fitted anymore. Thank God Julian was taking me shopping, because I had no money to get new clothes. He had suddenly called and demanded I got ready for an impromptu dress-sho pping and I had no idea why. When I asked he said he'd explain to me when he got here and then he hung up. Rude jerk. It's been two days since we had flown from Vegas to Tribeca, New York where he lived and then he lodged me at some fancy hotel for the mean time, until we got married. Married. I still cringe at the thought of getting married to that proud bastard, but I had no choice. My mother on the other hand was happy when I had called to tell her I was getting married, and she was even happier when I told her it was a rich business m
Ashlynn's POV We finally reached the venue, it was the banquet space of a very large five-star hotel. At the front of the hotel, there was a red carpet with blinding flashing lights as numerous paparazzi and journalists were perched everywhere. The carpet dazzled with the elegance and gorgeousness of the attendees. "We're here. Try to be of good behavior and don't go running your mouth to anyone." Julian warned and I rolled my eyes at him, did he tubing I was a child or a fool who didn't know what to do in situations like this?"And oh, before I forget." He added, reaching for his left front pocket and bringing out a small velvet encase. I furrowed my brows in puzzled confusion as he brought it out. What was he doing?However, my expression immediately changed to an awe-struck gape of surprise as my jaw slacked at the sight of the magnificent necklace that sat in the case. "I got this for you. So take off that crappy necklace on your neck and wear this instead. When anyone
Ashlynn’s POV: Once again, my kiss with Julian had ended as soon as it had started. But I can testify first hand that for the 3.5 seconds that he had his lips on mine, it was hot and it sent warm, tingly currents all over my body. I wonder what would happen if we kissed longer. . . For a moment, my mind actually went blank shut and I was still recovering from the momentary kiss with him. I was lost in my own fantasy only to be jolted back to reality by Julian tugging my hand as we moved forward on the red carpet and his bodyguards paved way for us. We entered into the reception of the grand hotel and I had nostalgia from the last time I had walked past a hotel reception, with a pink suitcase and my twin sister's remains in it. I have no regrets though, she had to die for sleeping with my ex-fiancè Tristan. Tristan. I still had feelings for him, despite all that he had done, sadly. And I felt like utter shit because it was selfish of me to get aroused from an
Ashlynn's POV “Julian!” The ‘younger’ of the two old women beamed on sighting him and in a quick action, she had her arms wrapped around him in a tight, affectionate hug. “Mother.” He acknowledged, embracing her too in a split-second long hug and then he broke away. Not the affectionate touchy-feely type huh? I figured. His mother was a beautiful woman. She dazzled in polish, radiating elegance and Julian had not only inherited her good looks, but her aquamarine eyes and jet-black shiny hair that surprisingly had no strand of aging gray. “Welcome, Julian.” The younger girl I presumed was his sister greeted him and then her gaze rested on me, she smiled. “I see you brought someone special along with you.” She grinned now as her eyes rolled from me to her brother and she teasingly flashed her brows at him. “It may seem like he has taken special interest in her but we all know Julian and how he changes women like clothes. Don’t be surprised if he takes ano
Ashlynn’s POV: “I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars if you break up this relationship you have with my son and stay out of his life for good. ” I had to repeat the words that just left Mrs. King’s mouth multiple times in my head before I could fully digest it’s meaning. Was she seriously paying me off? Offering me money to stay away from her son? What an evil thing to do! Especially considering the fact that she’s doing it behind her son’s back. “Just think about it critically. We both know you’re only here for his money. So why don’t I just give it to you and then you’ll leave his life without saying a word about this to anyone, especially him.” The words disgusted me to the core, so much that it churned my stomach and it made me wonder how low this woman could go to get something she wanted. “So what do you say? Are you in, or not?” Saying that her words left me dumbfound and speechless was an understatement, and I couldn’t even find the right words to