The Hunk of Hollywood!

 Earlier in The Morning...

Rubbing his eyes, a tall man in his late twenty's grabbed a glass of juice on his way lying on the stand nearby his bed. He sipped the sweet drink, but as the taste didn't impress his taste buds, he kept the glass back on its earlier position. Still, in his half-awake form, he pulled out his vest revealing his perfectly sculpted and well-maintained body; totally justifying the title he carried with himself.

Tossing the vest in the corner of the room, he entered the white floored room which smelled of his expensive cologne which he used the previous night before going to his bed. The smell hit his perfect nose whilst his pink thin lips twitched from one side to another in amusement.

Opening the white curtains, he stepped in the shower area. Removing his remaining garments, he turned on the knob as the cold water hit his perfect body.

He ran his manicured fingers in his damp hairs for several times and then shaking his head for an umpteenth time, he stretched his hands on either side of the wall, as the water continued to flow down his back.

After spending full thirty minutes in relaxing his nerves under the shower, he turned the knob off. Grabbing a black velvet towel, he wrapped it around his waist. His stony chest still dripped wet whilst his gorgeous face was filled with small droplets of water that made his whitish and little bit of yellowish skin shine as he stood in front of the mirror examining himself with a grin.

"Who has given you the right to be the specimen Among the male population, Walkers?" He asked, staring at his reflection in the large mirror.

A witty smirk formed on the sides of his light stubbled face, his dark grey eyes filled with mischievousness, added to his male beauty.

He took another towel and wiped off his face and chest while drying his hairs he walked out of the washroom humming a tune.

Still continuing his activity he made his way to the bedroom area when a pillow was thrown on his face by the culprit who was sprawled on his bed flat on his belly.

"What the fuck, Ash? Why are you singing a song early in the morning?" Came the curse by none other than, his ever so famous and complete jerk, of a best friend, Rex Jones. 

Rex, the multi-millionaire but the other name of an absolute jerk was Ashton's childhood best friend.

Now, our mind may wonder that they might have a typical best friend story, like each one of us. But there lies a twist in the tale because these two best friends used to be arch enemies in their school, but it is rightly said that our heart is the one to decide.

Same happened in their case when in their mutual primary class, they ended up sitting together. With just span of two hours, their hostility was replaced by the most strengthening friendship of the world and as they grew up to be two different personalities, Ashton took up the charge of being the more mature one among them whilst Rex has his own ways of living his life. 

"Get up you Dimwit. Don't you have a company to run?" Ashton walked to the large dressing area that was on the opposite side of his bedroom.

He heard a frustrated groan and a messy head popped out of the brown comforter giving a glare to the man who was walking in the towel swaying his hips in a perfect model way. Typical Ashton Type.

"Remind me Arse, why are we even friends? You always seem eager to get rid of me!" He complained throwing the cover off himself revealing his semi-naked form which only comprised of his bottoms whilst his chiselled chest was on display. 

Rex stood up, putting on his vest which was discarded on the floor carelessly.

He made his way to the large black and grey combination Walk-in-Closet where Ashton stood with a frown.

"Now why is the mighty Ashton Walkers frowning? Don't tell me in these millions of clothes you are not able to find one suitable outfit for yourself?" Rex mocked smirking at his best friend with his arms crossing over his chest.

"I am thinking whether to dress up in formals or casuals. You know I have to join the hotel management today at any cost, or else Dad will break my bones.” He sulked at the mere thought of his father, Christian Walkers deadly looks.

Being the youngest heir of Christian and Johanna Walkers, who were an ideal couple of Austria and the richest people owning The Seven-star Hotel, The Great Glacier, Ashton sure was worried about his reputation in his family heritage. 

It was currently being managed by his elder sister, Alison Walkers, who was a fashion designer and was engaged to tie the knot to her long-time boyfriend, Derek Jones and Rex's elder brother. 

Taking over his father's legacy was never an important, agenda for Ashton since he always was interested in his modelling career and once, he attained the Title of the topmost Hollywood model there was no looking back.

But the fate had some other plans when Christian was diagnosed with serious heart issues and he expressed his last wish of Ashton taking over his legacy leaving him no other choice, other than to be obligated to his ill father's wish.

Thus, leaving his permanent stay in San Francisco, he shifted back to Vienna two days back and was supposed to start his work from today.

But his mind, his ever so thrilling mind was anything but enthusiastic to be part of something which he didn't earn by his hard work but was just given on a golden platter.

Rex burst out into shrilling laughter almost damaging Ashton's ears who in return gave him a glare.

"Seriously, are you a girl by any means to have so much dilemma on choosing clothes?" He joked earning a smack on his head by Ashton.

He moved towards his casual section and picked out a white shirt combined with sky-blue faded jeans and passed onto Ashton who made a face, making Rex glare at him.

"Don't look at me like that. It sucks.” Ashton warned marching up to the changing room making Rex roll his eyes.

Before they can argue more, the buzzing of the ringtone echoed in the room breaking their trance. Rex jogged back to the bed and after throwing everything on the floor he finally found his cell phone.

"Hola Brother." He greeted receiving the call from Derek who let out an annoyed sigh from the other side and blasted his younger brother for not starting his work at their Austrian Branch.

Ashton emerged out tying his Rolex on his wrist to only see Rex doing his push-ups, whilst his cell was kept on speaker mode; Derek's angry voice filled in the room.

He controlled his giggles seeing the looks on his friends face and finally having mercy on the poor man who was asking his brother to reply, he revealed, "Hey Man, cool down. He will join work from today. Don't raise your BP level for this arse.”

"Yeah, go waste your time with Alison. That suits you more.” Rex added earning another curse from other side and before they can get into another quarrel, he hung up the call.

Another buzzing echoed indicating a message has been received, and Rex immediately checked it out to only see his girlfriend Alice's message. He smirked giving a devilish look to Ashton who raised his one brow in confusion.

"Let's go to the mall.” He squealed.

"Hell no!" Ashton denied straight away.

"Just for five minutes, buddy. It's not like you will become bankrupt.”

"With the amount of money, you spend on your girl, I highly doubt you want me to follow the same league.”

“Whatever! Just stay here I will be back. Lend me clothes.” Rex ordered earning a disgusted look from Ashton at the thought of borrowing his clothes but seeing that man's blue eyes gleaming in the morning light, he can't even deny it after all he was like a brother to him.