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Ashley's POV My plump bust was round and full, sharpening the C curves even without the aid of a bra, and I drew in a breath at the realization that they've gotten bigger. Living with someone who barely appreciated my worth, talk more of my body, did a number on me that at some point I had started feeling disgusted with myself. But now that it was going to save me from the Venmo twins, it didn't look as bad as I thought. Reaching for my brown nipples, I slowly circled my thumb on the base, subtly running my fingers down to my C curves every now and then till I was relaxed enough to bring them down to my fleshy tummy. Yeah—I wasn't in the flat tummy girls league, but my skin was firm, not a fiber of fallen skin. Then the image of Cain earlier retraced into my mind, and I suddenly felt a clench in the middle of my thighs, which I was obviously ignoring. It wasn't anything. Maybe exposing my skin shortly after catching a cold was getting to me, right? Who was I even aski

Ashley's POV Blinded by my rage, I hadn't registered his motive for acting so calm as I whirled around to leave. Almost immediately, the honks started blaring in the air, and my heart dropped to my stomach. How in the world did the demolishers happen to be on standby for the moment I refused the Venmo deal...? Wait…. Stopping in my tracks, I slowly turned around to find Marvin grinning wickedly as he brought the glass to his lips. “Talk about fast-tracking, huh? In case you thought we've been bluffing, I had to give a quick reminder.” Turning his focus to me, I tried to hide the tremble in my hands by placing them behind my back. “How's that for a start to our dirty games?” He asked, and I could hear the frantic feet of the workers racing towards that direction. Soon in time, Gracie would start to panic on seeing the tractor. The Venmo bastards! I inwardly yelled as I moved closer to him. “Please stop them. I'll—I'll do what you ask and won't argue.” I managed to p

Ashley's POV “Concerning?” I was almost sitting at the foot of the couch in curiosity. “Relax, please. It's nothing out of the ordinary, but your consent is important. We can get on with the signing if you are comfortable with it. “Only if.” He added, and my heartbeat pounded at the uncertainty as he extended the file to me, and I accepted it. Taking in a deep breath before I slowly started flipping through the pages, I could barely concentrate with a stranger's eyes on me. “Can you come back for this? I have to take my time.” I requested it without raising my head. “Three hours. That should be enough, right?” He asked, and I briefly glanced at him enough to catch how intent his gaze was. “Maybe more. Like a whole day.” I hardly finished my sentence when he coughed a laugh, and I paused to shoot my brow up. “Something’s funny?” I asked. “No, miss, sorry about that, but— Schooling his face to be stern, he continued. “Going strictly by the terms in the contract

Cain's POV “Give me the showerhead.” “Please hurry. Some soap got in my eyes!” She cried, blindly swinging her ass to and fro as she searched for support. I had been so engrossed feasting my eyes on her thighs that I forgot to move for a while. When she managed to turn around, the swing of her hands brushed past my pants, and for a second I thought my angry shaft was going to sprout out of my pants in impatience. That did it. Because I reached for the showerhead, putting it over her face while her breathing went ragged as she washed the soap off. Taking out a small towel, I offered it to her, which she used to wipe her face. “Thank y-o-u—her words choked in her throat as her eyes widened at me, and she screamed, “What are you doing here?” She almost jumped into the bathtub as she staggered backward. Letting my lips tug to the corner in derision, I stepped close to her, “Really? You're asking me that in my own house.” With the way she was plastered against the

Marvin's POV “What are you doing?” She asked, panic evident in her tone. Pausing for a bit, I raked my fingers through my hair before rolling my tongue across my teeth as though to soak up how my mouth was watering at the knowledge of her being naked. “Breaking you out unless you want to rot in there.” I responded, knowing fully well I was exaggerating. But I didn't give a care in the world. Fuck the damn contract. I wanted Ashley right now, whether Cain liked it or not. “I don't need your help. Just go away.” She yelled as I continued yanking at the doorknob. Then I stopped again. Before alerting the entire household of my little break-in, I left and then returned with a key man. Unlike in the movies, I couldn't unlock a bolt with a fucking needle. That was bullshit. Only a key man would know what to use in this case since it was their job. “Don't you dare come in. He says he'd deal with anybody that tries to get me out.” She said, terror ringing in her tone. But I knew