ASHLEY"Why do you love disobeying me, Peach?" He demanded, huskily. His fingers found the hem of my thong, tugging at it before he let it go. It left a stinging pain but the aftermath was pleasurable. My teeth clamped down on my lips, taking it in. I could have sworn I felt my eyes roll in their sockets.I was practically breathless in his hands."Use your words, Peach." He ordered me and fuck, he couldn't have sounded hotter. I found his controlling ass so hot and it made my core grow hot, throbbing with liquid. I knew it was only a matter of time before my panties got soaked. His fingers brushed the skin of my ass, trailing down the fleshy sides of my lap, daintily. He left a burning, scintillating sensation, everywhere his fingers touched."Arden," I sucked in a breath, "I am sorry." My voice came out so small and breathless. He wasn't making it any easier. I didn't understand how he wanted me to form a coherent speech when his hands were getting busy underneath my dress."I have

ASHLEYI was a little skeptical about my dress. I mean, I didn't know what he would think about it. Was it appropriate for where he was taking me? What if he thinks it makes me look fat? But then, I loved the dress. The thick brown material pressed firmly against my body like a second skin. It accentuated my curves and highlighted the shade of my skin. It was a long-sleeved dress that stopped little inches before my knees. The plunging neckline exposed a little cleavage, cupping my bosom perfectly. I had my hair tucked securely in a sleek low bun, highlighting my look with soft makeup. My lips were coated in a dark red lipstick that made my lips appear fuller. My entire look screamed daring at a glance, but I loved it. I paired the dress with a pair of stunning nude stilettos. I smoothened my palm over my sleek hair, sighing a little, then picked up my perfume and sprayed the sides of my neck and my wrists. If he doesn't like it, I could always change it.'He's not Adam.'My subcons

ASHLEY"Okay, people, get to work!" I clapped my hands together with a wide grin on my face, subtly dismissing my editors. They mumbled greetings to me and soon filed out of the office, shutting the door behind them and I slumped onto my chair, spinning myself around. I kicked my heels off my feet, moaning at how good it felt not to have that death trap strapped to my legs.I threw my head backwards on the chair, sighing softly. God, no one said it would be so hard to run a firm. The past few weeks have been so draining. I leave home so early and get back late at night. Ivana told me that the first few months are always the hardest, because you have to put things in order and get everything going. And she was right. I couldn't afford a slip-up. I wanted everything to come out so nice.It was exhausting but I loved every bit of it.Heck, it still feels so unreal. Every day I walk in here to discharge my duties, it makes me question the fact that I, indeed, owned this place. It made me

ASHLEYThe beach was crowded but that was the fun of it! You get to feed your eyes with so many crazy things happening around you. Several people were hanging around, barely clothed. The females were in their colorful swimsuits and bikinis while the males were draped in shorts and flannel shirts of just shorts. They engaged themselves in various activities; diving and swimming in the water, hosting various picnics, and roaming around the place in cliques. The loud music blaring through the speakers that were far from being in sight aided the bubbly atmosphere. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips at the sight of these people. Their energy was so contagious."And voila!" Dawn squealed, snapping out of my daze and I looked to my front, spotting the space I knew belonged to us. It was occupied by three sun loungers, a clothed plastic table with different cocktails on a tray, alongside a basket filled with snacks. I dropped my bag and took a seat on the recliner, taking off m

JAXONI tapped my cigarette on my ashtray, driving into the compound. I pulled over in the garage, got out of the car, picked up the paper bag beside me, alongside my phone, and then I let myself out of the car, shutting the door. My eyes surveyed the compound that was crawling with guards. I peeled my gaze off them, heading into the house. The door was held out by the guard at the post, who threw me a curt bow. I didn't spare so much as a glance in his direction before walking past him like a breeze.I knew the living room would be void of workers by now, including the kitchen, and in a way, it made me less irritated. I ambled into the kitchen and fixed myself a steaming cup of black coffee, sauntering out of the kitchen. I made my way upstairs and stopped short at the lobby, weighing my options in my head. I looked down at my blood-stained shirt and hands, subtly shaking my head at the thought of going to meet Peach like this. I knew she would be asleep by now but it still felt so d