Chapter 2

THREE YEARS LATER

Ash's POV

"Oh yes. Just like that." She moaned.

I loved hearing girls moan. It was like a stroke to my ego because they were moaning because of what I was doing to them….could do to them. And I've been told I am a fantastic lover numerous times. I was enjoying my time with this little damsel when my brother walked in. I knew he was the one, there was no need to even clarify. He was the perpetual cock blocker in my life. He frowned on the way I lived my life while I enjoyed it and I would choose this in a heartbeat, especially after everything that had gone down with me three years ago.  

I stopped thrusting into the girl and she frowned. 

"Why did you stop?"

"Sorry sweetheart, I have something to do now," I told her.

"What? But why? We were having so much fun." She told me with a pout.

"Yes, we were and mind you we already had so much fun the previous night," I told her.

And I'm not lying. We fucked around yesterday night and I was about to kick her out of my bed but thought, what about I go into her again? Something along those lines, yeah.

"But you love my pussy, just continue." She said as she wiggled her butt.

My brother chose that time to walk into my room. He had a frown on his face when he saw the naked person on my bed. He rolled his eyes in annoyance while I smirked.

"I'm sorry, but you have to leave," I said to her,

My brother claims I'm harsh with girls but I'm not. As you can see, I added please to what I just said to her. That was me being polite right? I can be polite when I want to.

"But…"

And this was the part where I got annoyed. Why was it so hard for anybody to listen? I hate repeating myself. Just take the fucking message. Read the writing that is clearly on the wall and get the fuck out.

I'm pretty sure Blake, my brother saw the look on my face because he approached her.

"We will compensate you for anything and everything but we need you to leave now. Thank you for your time though." He said to her,

"But you'll call me later?" She asked me.

"No."

"Come on."

The girl pouted. Now that I was looking at her, she looked so fake. Even her voice was fake. Her voluptuous red hair was fake. She looked so different from my ex which I highly appreciate. There was a reason why I went after girls like her but the deal was one night and perhaps a roll in the sheets the next morning if I'm in the mood. Too bad they never really got the message.

"No is no. Pack your fucking things and leave. I don't want to see you around my house again." I said to her and walked towards the bathroom.

I could care less about what she would think of me. My brother would take care of that for me. There was nothing a little money couldn't solve, believe me, I know. I walked out of the shower to find out the fake beauty was no longer present. Yes, she was fake but she was also beautiful. I'm not even going to lie about that.

Blake stood with his arms folded across his chest.

"This has to stop." He said to me,

I feigned ignorance. Of course, I knew what he was talking about but I pretended not to. Besides, he wasn't my boss. If anything, I am his boss.

"What has to stop?" I asked him as I reached for a shirt.

"The girls. We can't keep on…you can't continue like this." He said to me,

"Of course, I can. Do you see any girls complaining about me or what I give them?" I asked him.

"Ash, it's been years since the Riley incident. Don't destroy your life because of your ex. You know deep down this isn't you." He said to me,

I saw red. "Don't you dare bring up that name. I warned you, I fucking did. This has nothing to do with Riley. And you say I'm destroying my life but when did my company pick up? After the incident with Riley. After she destroyed our relationship. The company is doing better than ever. You are just jealous you don't get to hit the club with the girls or roll in the sheets with them because you decided to tie yourself down." 

Blake shook his head. He never replied to me. He was happily married but I doubted it would last. Not that there was anything wrong with his wife. I don't hate her, but I don't trust her. I don't trust most girls these days. I mean, I and Riley never had any issues apart from the one where she claimed I suck in bed. It was a minor issue that could be resolved, yeah? But guess what? We broke up. Yeah, anything could happen in relationships. If they are going to cheat on you, why tie yourself down? Spend as much time with the girls as you like but poor Blake doesn't want that. He wants Gianna. Not that I care though.

I walked with Blake to the vehicle. I had to head to work because I knew if I slacked even one, then it would come to bite me in the butt and there was no way I was going to let that happen. I loved my life at the moment. It was better without Riley and I planned on making it stay that way.

Blake updated me on everything happening in the office and how our product was being highly praised. I was always good with my hands which was why I opened this company. No one would have expected that in just three years, we would be one of the richest companies in the states. We still had a long way to go but at least, the start wasn't so bad. And what more if your items could be used by both the poor and the rich. Everyone wants to make their life easier.

I was so busy with my work that I had no idea a message had been sitting dormant on my phone. It was only when it was eight, that I noticed it. One look at the message and I knew who it was from. There was no way I could forget that number. It had lived rent-free in my head for weeks. And after three years she decided to text me.

'I'm sorry.' it said.

I fought the urge to throw my phone against a wall. After three fucking years. She finally apologised to me but only after three fucking years. I scoffed and deleted the message. I was trying to keep up with my persona of being a bad guy. I tried concentrating on my work but I was unable to. Everything became a cluster of words.

"Fuck."

I hated how she still had the power to turn my world upside down. What was it about Riley that always made me lose all reasoning? She did me dirty. She was the one who destroyed everything we had. It was all her fault but it hurt me like I was the one who had done everything. Like I was the one who destroyed everything we had.

I knew there was no way I would be able to concentrate on my work which was why I took my car and drove to a bar. One, of my friends had been talking about it. It was a new bar and it was just a few minutes drive from my office. Forty minutes maximum. The bar was situated next to an old record label I doubted was still functioning. There was a long line to get to the bar but one of my friends knew someone there so I was able to cut the line.

It wasn't until I entered that I noticed it wasn't just a bar. It was also a club and seeing as it was a Friday night, people were lined up to get in. I should have known from the way people were dressed. I smiled. This was the perfect place to pick up girls. Girls who would make me forget about Riley.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. I sat, nursing my drink when I noticed someone walking to the bar. I pretended I didn't care but I could see her very well from my peripheral vision. She wore a short gown and had long legs. Legs I would want to be wrapped around my waist as I pounded her. I should have known there was something wrong with my instant attraction to her.

She sat down and without saying anything, a drink was placed in front of her. I had to take my time. This woman exuded power and sex. All the other girls I had picked up were different. In a way, she reminded me of my ex.  

I turned to her just as she turned to me. It was like she had no idea I was even sitting next to her. Okay, there was a stool in between us but damn. That scent, I should have known. There was only one woman I knew with that sweet scent.

"Ash?" She said in that sweet voice of hers.

"Hello, Riley. You look like shit."