Ashley’s POV Just as I started to enjoy my sleep. A loud knock on my door brought me out of lala land. I frown as I sit up. Who could it possibly be? And why is the person knocking at my door at this time of the night? It better not be Xander because I am tired of his psycho behaviors. I stood up from the bed and went and open the door. It’s Rick, I became confused on what he might possibly want. "Ashely," he says my name in relief as he comes to me. He pulls me into a hug. "I need your help," he says and my confusion only increases. ""The boss needs your help. He was shot and he can't get the bullet out," he says and I stiffen. No way was I going to fall interested in this trap. “Let me get this right, Xander Is hurt and you want me to help pull the belt out of him?”. I pointed at myself. “Yes please. He is in a lot of pain!.” Rick uttered and I smiled. Serve him right! “I am sorry but I can’t help him!.” I flatly uttered. “Why?.” Rick asked. “With the way he has been treati

Xander’s POV “Holy moly crap!!! My virgin eyes!!” The person screamed. I froze with my lips in Ashely boobs while her eyes wide in shock. I quickly got up from the bed and covered Ashely up with the duvet. I finally turned around to face the intruder. It is my annoying younger brother Chase. “Is this how you enter someone's room without knocking?.” I frowned at him. I went closer to him and pulled him out of the room and closed the door to give Ashely some privacy. “Well you never had a problem with it besides how would I have guessed that you are with someone. You usually don’t bring your flings to your room.” Chase defended himself. “Still that does not give you the right to barge into my room as early as this in the morning!” I uttered. “Fine! I am sorry it’s not going to repeat itself. By the way, who is that girl? It’s definitely not Samantha. Did you find a replacement for her?”. Chase curiously asked. “No, that's a wife you fool!” I am very sure he had already heard that

Unknown POV~ I was sitting at the corner of the club drinking when I saw the two girls enter the club. One of them is wearing red while the other is wearing a black dress. They are both very generous but the one who really caught my attention is the one wearing the black dress. She looks out of the world. Young and innocent! Just like how I like my women. I sat and watched them walk to the bar. They both ordered their drinks. After a while, the one wearing the red dress stood up and went to the dance floor. Perfect! Just the opportunity I have been waiting for. I stood up and went over to where the lady in black was sitting. I took my seat next to her, which is the seat the lady in red got up from. “What is a pretty girl like you doing sitting alone in the bar?.” I asked her but I got no response from her and so I decided to try again. “Care for a dance?.” I asked her to bring out my hand but she didn’t respond again but took a sip of her drink. “B*tch!” I said and stood up and

Ashely’s POV Nervous could not be described as what I am feeling right now. Today Xander and I are going to his parents house with the intention of spending the weekend over there. I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. I am afraid of what might be his parents' reaction when they see me. Honestly speaking, I am not ready to meet his parents yet but Xander didn’t even give me a chance to say no. Right now we are on our way to his parents house. Denver is driving. Both Xander and I are seated in the back seat. Xander is busy working on his system and has not lifted his head up since the journey started. As for me, I put my head out the window and kept looking at the trees we were passing by. When I got bored, I played games on my phone. After driving for about five hours, we arrive in front of an iron double gate. Two men both wearing black outfit with black glasses and also holding guns in their hands were standing at the side of the door. One of them came closer and when he sa

Early the next morning after breakfast, Claire pulled me out shopping. “Go into the store first, let me park the car. I will follow in after you!”. Claire said when we reached the supposed boutique we were going to shop for. I got out of the car and stared at the boutique. Just from the exterior of the boutique, I know that they sell expensive designer clothes. I expect the Cage’s to shop in places like this seeing how rich and loaded they are. Normally I would have complained about how expensive the dresses here might be but since it is not my money, who am I to complain? And moreover, the dinner event is very important to them and so I have made an appearance in their standard. I entered the boutique and roamed around. The dresses and shoes I got a glimpse of are very beautiful. “Hello, how may I help you?.” The receptionist rudely said to me, I was taken back by such an attitude. That is definitely not a good way to welcome their consumers. Nevertheless, I decided to ignore her