The Permission

Aslan's POV

It was after midnight and Elena was asleep, but sleep was far, far away from his eyes. A question was bugging him- why did he snap at her when she talked about when they won’t be together? Yes, there will be a day when she won’t be around and he will move on to another woman. But the idea wasn’t making him happy. He was feeling empty inside. He didn’t want to think about it.

He punched himself on his head lightly and started to focus on work, but his phone rang. The name made him sit up. It was Cheryl.

“Hello, Cheryl.”

“I will be in New York tomorrow.” She was always to the point.

“New project?”

“Yes, a small ad shoot. Will I see you?”

“I will let you know.”

“If you don’t get time to call me, I will be at the usual place.” He hung up and closed his eyes. Her soft body filled his mind. Cheryl was a model he had met in Moscow some three years back. She was not his friend or girlfriend, but her body was something which had made him break his rule for her. He had fucked her qui