Se connecterAshton’s POV:
Did Lizzy become bipolar since the last time I saw her?
One minute she’s referring to me as a jacka*s and the next she’s asking me what I want on a pizza. I don’t think any sane man could make sense of this woman.
I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Malcolm.
Ashton: [Dude, Lizzy insisted I stay with her due to all the press camped ou
Ashton’s POV:I never should have agreed to this press conference, but sadly, I knew it couldn’t be avoided. My life would only get worse if I kept dodging the press. I sat nervously in Elizabeth’s office, waiting for Jacob to head downstairs to the press room.She stretched out her arm and handed me a tiny earbud device. “Keep this in your ear. I will relay answers to you for any challenging questions.” I stared at her questioningly, asking, “Aren’t you going to be there with me?”Her sudden grin reminded me of the Cheshire Cat. “Oh no, I’ll be hiding in the background. My work is typically done in stealth mode.”“What, like The Wizard of Oz?”Liz laughed so hard at that question that she snorted, causing her face to flush pink. I tried my best not to laugh, b
Ashton’s POV:Did Lizzy become bipolar since the last time I saw her?One minute she’s referring to me as a jacka*s and the next she’s asking me what I want on a pizza. I don’t think any sane man could make sense of this woman.I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Malcolm.Ashton: [Dude, Lizzy insisted I stay with her due to all the press camped outside my building, but I’m not sure if I can survive this.]Malcolm: [You don’t have much of a choice if you want to keep playing ball. Would it help if I came over?]Ashton: [She did say that I could ask you to bring me some clothes. Can you please do that for me? I’ll have her send you the address and any code you might need to get into the building.]After I finished texting with Malcolm, I heard L
Ashton’s POV:A deer caught in headlights — that’s how I must have looked when Elizabeth said that I’d be staying with her tonight. I had wanted to question her, but the expression on her face assured me that she was serious. What in hell had I got myself into with her?When I returned from the locker room with my gear bag, she was furiously tapping away on her phone. I quietly stood in the doorway, waiting for her to acknowledge my presence, but she appeared to be fully engrossed in whatever she was doing on her phone. I cleared my throat in an attempt to get her attention.She looked up, and I realized her eyes were still red and swollen. I knew I must have made her cry earlier. A pang of guilt made the muscles in my chest tighten. Should I apologize again or leave it be? I really didn’t have the energy to rehash the incident with her. I already feared that this was going to be a very long night.She asked, “Did you drive yourself here before the game? If so, you’ll need to leave you
Elizabeth’s POV:I dashed out of the locker room, running past Malcom, who was still standing outside, before anyone could say another word to me. I headed up the elevator to the executive floor, rushing into the office they had provided for me. Closing the door behind me, I fell to the floor in tears.How could a man I once loved with all my heart be so cruel? I understand him not being happy with his current situation, but to bring up my father in such a way when he’s only been gone two months. That’s truly despicable. He once claimed to love my father like his own, and yet he has no problem using his death to inflict emotional harm on me.I should quit. I should march straight into the owner’s office and tell him that Ashton Tate is beyond redemption. He’s a lost cause and should be sent packing.So, why am I sitting here hiding in this office, soaked in my tears? It would be so much easier to walk away and let him deal with the consequences of his actions.A knock on the door pull
Ashton’s POV:Lizzy has always been fiercely stubborn, but never in my wildest dreams would I have ever expected her to be so bold as to step into the shower room. That poor rookie, Michaelson, was mortified. Lizzy, on the other hand, didn’t even flinch at the sight of his nakedness or mine. How many men has she been with to be indifferent to a man standing naked in front of her?Why did the thought of her being intimate with other men cause a tightness in my chest? I don’t care about her or who she’s hooked up with. I’m Ashton Tate, and I can have any woman I want, and I certainly don’t want her.I stepped out of the shower to find her sitting on the bench in front of my locker. I stared at her, sitting stiff as a board, completely ignoring my presence.“You’re just going to sit there and watch me get dressed? Are you really that shameless, Elizabeth?”She laughed at me, not a giggle or a slight chuckle, but a full-blown belly laugh. My nostrils flared, and my hands curled up into fi
Elizabeth’s POV:I settled into my seat, trying my best to focus on the onslaught of messages and emails on my phone. Unfortunately for me, the man next to me was not going to take the hint and drop the subject.He continued to pester me with subtle remarks, probing for details he could undoubtedly add to his article. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, Ms. Mason, but haven’t you spent the past few months in Atlanta working your PR magic on Hawking’s shattered reputation? What brings you all the way to Chicago?”That question made me snap. “Cut the crap, James, you know damn well what my presence here means. Just like I know that you already have a scathing article about Tate written up and ready to go to print. You’re just searching for additional juicy details.”The smug smirk returned to his face. “I wouldn’t call it scathing, Elizabeth, merely factual.”“So you were an eyewitness to the events that took place last night? If you weren’t, then your article is hearsay rather than factual. I kn







