His mind was dull at the moment, from the last night’s shenanigans.
Ashton Black was flat-broke and homeless.
He’d lost everything; his house, the car, and all his friends—who were always there to enjoy all the parties he’d thrown; they’d drink his expensive alcohol; eat gourmet food, and some even crashed at his house. And now that Ashton had lost everything and was living on the street, made him realize—he never had real friends. And not to mention his gold digger girlfriend who left him too.
His father, Eddie Black, was the youngest son. After Eddie’s father; Ashton’s grandfather died. Eddie was betrayed by his own elder brother and sister. He was abandoned by the company Eddie had worked so hard for, he was the one who developed into a thriving business to be proud of—a small family-owned business ‘Black and Sons.’ He’d cared about the company, about the people who worked in the company, and now he was thrown away and had no place to live or work.
When Eddie’s childhood best friend Clark learned what had happened with his friend, he offered a shelter—a friend who never missed his Birthday or Christmas.
“We are here, Sir,” said the cab driver.
“Ashton, let’s go, buddy,” Eddie said to his twenty-two-year-old boy.
Ashton paused his game on the phone and looked at his dad, and when he saw the tiny two-story cozy house behind his old man.
“Are we going to live here? In this dump?” Ashton looked at his father with disappointment.
“Ashton, if you want to stay at the cheap motel, you’re more than happy to leave,” said his father and opened the car door. “He is my best friend. He’d opened his arms while others pointed fingers at us. He’d reached out when no one did and opened his heart and house for us. So quit whining and help me get our stuff out of the trunk. Come on.”
Ashton groaned, rolled his shoulder, and got out of the cab.
Eddie Black hesitated to ring the bell, then he took a deep breath and pressed the little doorbell.
Clark answered the door.
“AHHH!!” A girl screamed, filled with fear. All three men got startled by the high-pitched shout that came from upstairs.
“Dad, there’s a spider in my room, hurry, please. It’s... it’s staring at me,” cried Emily.
“Oh, Jesus,” The man of the house said, then he looked at the two vulnerable men standing at his door. “Sorry, Eddie, Ashton. Please come in.”
Eddie and his son walked inside the house.
“Dad!” she shouted again. “He went under my bed.”
The man rolled his eyes “Excuse me; I’ll be right back. Please make yourself at home.” He ran upstairs to rescue his eighteen-year-old daughter.
“Emily, calm down. It’s just a spider.” Eddie walked into her room. Emily was on the bed lying on her stomach and following every move the spider made.
“They have fangs, dad. They bite.” Her eyes were horror-stricken.
Her father got a tissue from the bathroom. He caught the spider, and then went to the window and threw it out. “There, my princess, you’ve been rescued.”
“My hero,” she exclaimed. “Thanks, daddy.”
“Em, Eddie is here with his son Ashton. Tidy up and come downstairs for dinner.” The older adult told her.
“I can’t stay for dinner, dad, it’s Michelle’s birthday today. Remember!”
“Alright, before you leave, come and say hello.”
Eddie and Clark were in the kitchen talking. Ashton had made himself comfortable on the living room sofa, busy on his phone.
Then he heard the heel clicking on the staircase. Ashton tore his eyes from his phone and saw a pair of sun-kissed tan long slim legs coming down. His eyes traveled up from her heels- to her calf- to her thighs. She had to be very flexible, like a ballerina or a dancer and that hinted to him with a small attraction.
‘More.’ Anticipation gripped him. He sat up a little straighter as she came down.
A young girl dressed in a pretty red skirt and a white crop top, revealing her flat stomach. Her fitted belt was snug on her tiny waistline.
Ashton studied her lean-looking figure, every sensual curve of her perfect body. Her full breasts bounced as her heels hit on the wooden staircase.
His eyes trailed up to her chin and then lingered on the corner of her mouth. She left the last stairs and swiveled around the corner. She was so damned beautiful and... sexy.
“Oh!” she got startled when she saw a dark hooded person sitting on the semi-dark living room sofa. She seemed shy and very young, younger than him.
‘Who knew there was a gem living in a place like this.’ He thought. Speculation stirred in his eyes, in his mind. Now at least something will keep him entertained in a shitty place like this he thought.
“Hi. You must be Ashton.” She glides towards him. She wasn’t a shy golden-haired girl like he’d thought. ‘My kinda girl.’
He stood up, keeping his phone on the coffee table. “How do you know me?” he asked her. He felt stupid for asking her the dumbest question.
“My dad told me about you, and Eddie...” She trailed off. “He told me what happened. I’m sorry—”
“Don’t. You don’t know anything about me, and I don’t need yours or anyone’s pity for that matter.” Ashton spoke curtly. He averted his gaze from her, feeling disheartened and shameful for what’d happened to him. He didn’t deserve it nor did his father.
Emily could have a snappy comeback to that, but she held her tongue. He was rude and arrogant, but he was angry and not with her, that she knew. She felt his pain—what he must be going through.
“You look tired. You should eat something and rest.” She said calmly. “I hope you like my cooking,” she added a sweet smile.
“Emily!” Her father called. “Come meet, Eddie.”
“Yes, dad.” She replied, looking in the direction of the kitchen, and then she turned to see Ashton. “Everything will be okay. I believe so,” she said to him.
Their eyes beheld, and for the very first time, she felt something in his dark gaze and felt this mysterious power grasping her. Ashton felt—a need; his glance dropped on her lips. Then he came back to her eyes.
She was above to turn away when he grasped her wrist. The action from him startled the girl. “Ashton, what are you doing?” she spoke softly, like a secret.
“I...I just... need a hug.” He mumbled, and slowly he pulled her into his body and wrapped his arms around her.
Ashton couldn’t describe how infinitely tender this moment was for him. It surprised him too. Maybe he felt sorry for his behavior or maybe he didn’t want this person to leave him as everyone did.
Emily’s mind went completely blind, and her body responded to him on her own accord. She copied him and hugged him back.
This simple gesture coming from her was so caring, so warm. Tears had pooled in his eyes, and he tried his hardest to save them until he was alone in a room to let them run down freely.
“Em,” her dad called her again.
“I’ve to go.” She told Ashton, but he still had her in his tight grip. Her perfume had engulfed him. Everything intensified by this inexplicable move he’d made. What would she do? if he kissed her. He wondered. His mind was forming all sorts of suggestive thoughts.
“Let me go...” She squirmed, “...Ashton.”
“Yeah... okay,” his voice was husky, which sent goosebumps over her skin. He freed her, and it bothered her when he let her go so easily.
Ashton had kept his face low. ′Is he crying?′ she noticed. She lifted her hand to touch his cheek. “Ashton...”
“Just leave me alone, okay.” He spat rudely and sagged back down on the couch, picked up his phone, and started to look through.
“Very well, then.” She sighed and walked away from him. He glanced from the corner of his eyes and watched her walk away. He kinda felt abandoned.
“Emily...” Eddie said. “My godchild, you look beautiful.” He praised, opening his arms to hug her.
Emily Clark: Lives with her father after her mother divorced him. Clark loved his wife, but she found another man’s love more profoundly, and he let her go and made peace. The man can barely cook, clean, or take care of himself, so Emily stayed with him.
Emily was neither pretentious nor bitch. She was sweet, kind, and always smiling. She was a trendy girl, a straight-A student with lots of friends. She would go to clubs, parties, and also educational trips.
She wanted to travel and see everything in the world; taste every cuisine, and meet different people.
Then there were other things she’d never experienced or tried to explore—important things—like boys or a first kiss.
But Emily was too young—only eighteen. She didn’t want to waste her time having just a good time. She never had a boyfriend, but boys wanted her. It flattered her, but none mildly attracted her.
Just like in the romance novels she wanted to fall in love, but she wanted to be with the right guy, and being only eighteen, she had a long way to find—the one and when she does, she’ll hang on to him, love him, deep and deeply.
“Are you going on a hot date?” Eddie asked, releasing her.
“No, I’m going to a birthday party.” She glanced at her back to see if Ashton had followed her to the kitchen, but he’d stayed back.
“Well, I hope you like my garlic rosemary pork chops,” She mentioned.
“Hallelujah!” Eddie praised.
The doorbell rang. “They are here.” Emily bounced on her feet.
Clark walked Emily to the door. “Emily, I want you home by ten.” Clark’s tone was strict, but he gently kissed her hair.
“Maybe, elevenish...?” she tried.
“Emily.” Her father glared a moment.
“Please daddy,” she said with an adorable pout. Then fluttered a glance at Ashton, and he met her gaze fairly.
“Bye. I’ll try to get home early.” Her gaze went back to her father. “Make sure you eat and sleep, you seemed very cranky.” She giggled, basically making it widely known to a particular someone.
A faint smile played over his lips.
“Who’s cranky?” Clark was confused.
“Bye Daddy.” she kissed his cheek and ran off.
“Have fun.” Her father said and he closed the door.
Emily wasn’t enjoying the party. She was physically there, but her thoughts stayed behind with Ashton. Ashton’s unhappy face kept flashing in front of her eyes. She couldn’t describe what she felt in that little moment. But the tears under his eyelashes were heartbreaking, and she wanted to try to ease his pain. He was hurting, and she wants to help him heal.
Even her friends noticed she was somewhere else. She struggled to keep up with others. Then she finally shook her head and went to enjoy her best friend’s birthday.
It was eleven, and Emily was not home yet. Ashton couldn’t go to sleep and kept glancing at his phone, checking on the clock. He was worried and getting annoyed at the same time. ′Why was he acting like this for someone he’d just met?′
It was now twelve-fifteen A.M., and Ashton was restless. Just then, he heard the car and heard laughing voices outside of his window. He peeked and saw Emily getting out of the vehicle. The guy in the driver’s seat hugged her, and then two more boys and a girl hopped out from the back seat and hugged her. None of the boys kissed her on her lips. ‘None of them were her boyfriend.’ He concluded. It sent a giddy joy to his crumbled heart.
Emily got inside the house. Ashton waited for her to climb the stairs and abruptly opened his bedroom door.
“Ahh!” She yelped. She had her hand on her chest. “God, I’m so not used to the third person in this house.” Then she realized, “You’re still awake?”
“You just got home? It’s very late, Em.”
“So? You got a problem with that?” she frowned at him.
“It’s past twelve in the morning.”
“Like you haven’t come home late from one of your parties?”
“You promised you’d be home early.” He argued, reminding her.
“Whatever, you’re not my dad.” She rolled her eyes.
“Show that attitude again, and I’ll take you over my knees.”
“What?!” His statement confounded her. The way he was staring at her with dark intentions and a purpose in his eyes. Before she got a chance to think, Ashton had cupped his hand behind her head and pulled her, smashing his lips on her kissing her quite senselessly. Her shoes slipped and dropped from her hands.
Her lips were softer than he’d imagined. He liked it. He also liked her catty attitude, which got him excited even more and went straight to his groin.
When her hands jerked up to his chest to push him away, it bothered him, and he took them and attached them to either side of her shoulder. Towering over her, breathing mouth to mouth, he put his knees in between her thighs and spread them to press his erection on her. He groaned at the contact and leaned to kiss her again.
Running his hands over and down from her arm to the shoulder, he groped her breasts. She tensed and whimpered softly. Ashton felt her panic, and he moved back to analyze. Emily had shut her eyes, and her tears squeezed into rolling down her cheek.
“Em... Hey, hey, look at me... Did I do something wrong?” Ashton asked her—concerned.
“I-I’ve never...done this... or kissed,” she said, and he frowned.
“Never!” He took a step back, away from her.
She shook her head frantically. His surprise would have been laughable but for the seriousness of the situation to all concerned.
“Fuck!” He combed his hand through his hair. “You’re...virgin.”
She began to cry, wiping her tears.
“God damn it.” He cursed. “I-I’m so sorry, Emily,” he said and left and shut his bedroom door.