"Nothing..." Ashley replied bashfully.
She avoided his gaze and she could sense him staring at her nonstop. She levelled her sight only towards his chest and focused her body to move for the dance. Her mind was in chaos right now. She felt like she needed some time to process the whole thing. Her chest was pounding hard and she felt like having a panic attack. But Ashley remained calm as much as she could because she didn't want to do something that would embarrass Ashton.
Only when it was almost four in the evening did the occasion end officially. Ashton was sending the last guest out before he entered the villa again and ordered all the servants to clean up and rearranged everything on the first floor to normal again.
"Where's my wife?" Ashton asked Martha when he couldn't find her anywhere on the first floor.
"I saw Madam went upstairs just now, sir," Martha replied and Ashton only took seconds to make his way to the lift, intending to go to the third
Ashley showed a meek expression and shook her head lightly, suddenly feeling scared to answer him confidently. His manhood was still in her hole, still hard, so she knew he was not done doing her yet. She felt timid to tell him to stop at that moment because she feared he might be mad at her.Although he had been acting very gentle to her all this time, she could sense that Ashton was not someone who should be taken lightly. She could feel his dominance whenever he was around her."Then, why are you crying? Is it hurting down there?" He asked gently again with his hand stroking her hair tenderly.Ashley didn't know how to answer him. It was different when she did it with Ashton compared to when she was with Karl. She could act easy and natural when she was in bed with Karl. But when it was Ashton, she felt so vulnerable as if this man could suck out her soul any moment now."I'll make it fast and more gentle, okay?" He whispered those to her as if he was concerned about her sexual pai
"My dad was a known playboy during his young age. He had a lot of mistresses. My mother was one of them, so you see... there was no possibility of getting married in their situation. She was a clever one though, she got pregnant with me, kept the pregnancy and then after she gave birth to me, she raised me for six months, making sure I'm big enough for my father to take care of me alone and then she simply went to meet my father again and demanded money in return for me. They did the DNA test and it was proven that I'm really my dad's biological child, so he paid ten million dollars to my mother and she left." "Why didn't they just get married?" Ashley asked in the middle of his explanation. "Oh, they both didn't want it. My dad wasn't really the type of man that feel enough having one woman. While my mother didn't want to be tied into a meaningless marriage. She rather be single and had her freedom and she rather chose the ten million dollars than stick around to take care of me,"
Soon after he spoke, her heart filled with guilt instantly. She realized that they both were married due to unclear reasons and what he said was true. There was no love inside their marriage."It's just some kind of reflex from my brain, I guess..." he suddenly said."What? Reflex for what?" She was confused."That obsession of finding a woman with a perfect body proportion... I knew it sounded ridiculous for me to standardize women based on that. But I worked in the fashion industry, so I was prone to have that kind of thinking. I didn't have that kind of obsession before. But then five years ago, I broke up with someone because she wanted to move abroad to pursue her modelling career. She was someone that's obsessed with this kind of thing. So when she left, choosing her career over me, I think that those Golden Ratio scale number was the only thing that make me remember her. And so now, I had this habit of checking the measurement of the female models in the modelling agency, becau
The next morning, Ashley went down to the first floor of the villa fully dressed in a burgundy formal midi dress. She saw the clothes were already prepared on the bed right after she came out of the bathroom after having a shower. Apparently, Ashton had a habit of choosing what type of clothes she should wear for the day. "Oh, my beautiful wife finally come down. Come here, honey. Let's have breakfast together," Ashton greeted her from across the dining table near the open kitchen space. Ashley approached him slowly and saw he was wearing a burgundy suit with a black shirt underneath to match her attire. His perfect strong jawline face with the trimmed beard emitted out his masculinity and his dark wavy hair was styled so stunningly that she stared at him for a while before she had a seat at the dining table. The man was eating elegantly while looking at his phone once in a while. When he sensed that she did not start eating yet, he gazed up at her. "What's wrong?" He asked, feeling
Ashley laughed at his words and shook her head, thinking that he was just joking. 'How can he be the Chairman?' She thought. She completely disregarded the idea that it might be true, although it was not really an impossible thing. But her mind had assumed that Ashton was wealthy due to his father's inheritance and probably just being one of the shareholders of AG Atelier. It did not even occur in her mind that he would be capable of establishing a fashion company as remarkable as AG Atelier. Ashton just smiled amidst her laughter, had not even felt offended that she did not believe him. Seeing him not saying anything and just staring at her, Ashley slowly put her laughter to a halt. "You're kidding, right? How is that even possible?" She said softly while focusing on his face. "And why is that impossible for you?" He replied with a chuckle. He started the company when he was twenty-two, still studying art at a local university at that time. That decision was made directly after La
'Did he only act nice just to me?' Ashley murmured her confusion internally. Her eyes slowly went down to see the news on the tablet screen as Ashton showed it to her. "The photographer made a great job yesterday. This wedding photo was the one that I liked the most," he remarked. "But it didn't show our faces," Ashley responded. "I know. That's why it's a perfect photo to be used for our marriage announcement." "Why didn't you allow the press to publish our full-face or full front body photos?" Ashley was curious to know about it since she heard well enough what Ashton discussed with his PA previously. The man chuckled and shifted his eyes to her. "I'm a businessman, not a celebrity. But the paparazzi won't leave me alone if they know what I look like. I'd been there before facing that situation back then when my father died. The media published my photos without my permission and I'd been harassed publicly by a lot of paparazzi wanting to dig up my story. So, I made a rule with
'What's that supposed to mean?' Ashley murmured internally while gulping in nervousness. Her husband stood up, went to the door and locked it. Then he approached her again with his domineering steps and suddenly picked her up from the chair and made her sit at the meeting table. Her legs were spread open and he went to stand in between them, intentionally making his crotch come in contact with her private part.His hands slowly lurked around her neck and holding the back of it firmly and then ran up to stroke the back of her head. He tilted his head a bit while slowly going nearer to hers and landed a kiss on her red plumpy lips. It was a long passionate one that Ashley went breathless by it naturally."Ashton..." she gasped with both her hands pressed against his chest as that man suddenly pushed her body down to lie on the meeting table with his body inclined on top of her."I guess this is the perk of getting married. We're allowed to do this whenever we want without anyone judging
"Where's Flora and her team?" Ashton replied with a stern face but with a solemn smile on his face, showing his sense of authority again."They're over there. Checking the measurement of the new female models we received today," Hillman turned his head around and pointed his index finger towards the top right corner of the studio space. There was a small stage there with about ten women on the platform. Each of them stood straight while Flora and her team were checking their body measurements.Ashley fixed her eyes on Flora's team and the models. She could see Flora shaking her head a bit and frowning before she split the models into two groups. Ashton went there and Ashley naturally followed him. She had a thought that he might pass her over to Flora before he leaves for his meeting."How many?" Ashton suddenly asked out of the blue and all the models standing on the platform turned their gazes on him directly."Hmm... just three for today, sir. But we had two who reached over sixty