CEO Of My Heart

Struck with guilt

ASHTON'S POV

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Calling what I did a slip up is an understatement, because I'm royally screwed. It was like I was possessed by lust for her, and now I worry if she's going to tell Grayson. He is her best friend after all. But the guilt of leaving her in that bathroom when I really realized what I have done is what makes me feel like a first class d**k. I can't remember why I went in there, but having her sweet p***y contract around my fingers so tightly was euphoric, and my d**k was harder than stone.

I was about to take her right on that counter after I sucked her juices off my fingers, but then she stared at me with those big green doe eyes, looking so innocent with her flustered cheeks and it felt like reality slapped me through the face, hard and fast. I left, and now I'm feeling like an i***t. I can't do that again, I can't do that to Grayson. He called shot gun on her, and I have to respect his decisions, like he respected mine one after the other. I have gotten back at him over and over again, yet he doesn't see it that way.

All that my twin brother thinks of me is that I'm the biggest man-w***e around.

I use the shower in my room, and I stand under the cold shower, letting the adrenaline escape my body before turning the shower hot to make my muscles relax. I put gel in my hair after getting out before I get dressed in black trousers and a black button up shirt, but I roll up my sleeves, sliding my ring onto my index finger. Knuckles gently knock against my door, my mother's voice following, "Are you ready?"

Ready to spend an hour or two looking right at Amelia while trying to eat? No, but I am dressed. "Yeah, Ill be down there in a second," I yell through the shut door, "Don't shout, I'm ill, not deaf," she snorts and I hear her walk away. I put on some scent before leaving my room and when I get downstairs, my mother sits on the couch, her breathing heavy. I touch her shoulder, "Do you want some water?", "I'm fine," she reaches for my hand, looking so fragile, yet she thinks that she is the Hulk. I hate that she says she's fine when she clearly isn't, but if these are her last days perhaps, then she deserves to do whatever she wants.

"Mom, if you want to act fine, then so be it, but drinking water isn't going to kill you or make me think that you are too ill to go out for dinner. Just accept the damn water," I snap and she looks up at me with wide eyes, "Then get me water if it will make you feel better, Ashton." she snaps back, scoffing before she waves her hand, dismissing me silently. "I just want to look after you," I sigh, hating that I was rude to her. She looks back at me, sighing and then she smiles, "Should I get my own water?" she raises her eyebrows, and I smile, "No, I got it." I smile, "And get those two down here, we're going to be late!" she yells as I walk off.

After handing my mom her water, I freeze when I see Amelia walking into the living room, and my breath is knocked out of me. She's wearing a short silk red dress, her legs look long with her wearing her black heels that is strapped around her foot and ankle. Her blonde locks is wavy, hanging loose down her back, some locks hanging in the front, tucked behind her ears where silver stones dangle, a simple diamond necklace around her neck, and her lips are a deep dark red color, but my mesmerizing moment is ruined when my twin joins her, "You look stunning, Lia." he beams, and I roll my eyes, turning away from them.

Grayson is wearing blue jeans and a short sleeve button up shirt that has white and green stripes vertically over it, and standing next to her, he looks like a homeless i***t. He can't even try and look half presentable. I didn't notice my mother getting up, and I'm a little startled when she stands beside me, beaming, "You look lovely dear," she smiles so brightly when I look at her. Grayson steps towards her, "Thanks mom," he grins, "I was talking to Amelia," she deadpans, "But you look great too." Amelia giggles, the kind that comes from being nervous, and Grayson stares at mom agape, "Ouch," he clasps his shirt over his chest, wrinkling it a little. "Let's go, we don't want to be late." I deadpan, the bitterness in my mouth is getting worse the longer I stand here, watching the woman I care the most about, smiling and laughing at my brother.

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Of course with my lucky record, I get to sit right across from Amelia, watching her joke with Grayson who's sitting next to her while we have dinner, and all I feel is irritable. Every joke my brother makes, every giggle she lets out, it pisses me off the more they do it.Our food arrives, and that's the only peace I have while they eat, "So how is the training going?" my mother asks me as she takes a sip of her wine. "Great," I nod. There is no reason for her to know that I started my own security company. I don't want them to be in danger, ever. "How long do you still have to train?" Grayson asks, looking at mom and she turns her attention to me, smiling. "A year," I lie. If I told them right now that I started my own company, there will be questions I'm not ready to answer yet. "But I do need to suggest we change security company's." I tell my mom, and she frowns.

"We have been with In-line for years," she protests at first, "And I have been doing my research and there's a company that is way better," I deadpan, and I could see her mind spinning, "What company?", "The Hawks,", "Do you know this company?", "I do, I have it where I live at my apartment, and a very good friend of mine works there." I nod. "Well, a friend of yours is a friend of the family's. We'll get on that," she smiles, and I look over at Amelia, "I'll be suggesting this for you and your parents too." Her throat contracts as she gulps, and then she plasters one of her fake smiles on and nods.

Is she avoiding me?

I stare at her until she slowly gets up, "Excuse me, I need to freshen up," she beams, and my mother nods while she continues to eat her vegetables. Grayson digs into his fried chicken, muttering a "Sure," under his breath and I pull my phone out, sighing, "I have to take this," I lie, pressing the phone to my ear. I watch as Amelia slips into the hallway of the bathrooms, and I take a quick glance back at our table before following her.

I need to make sure that she won't tell Grayson, or he will be pissed at me, and never forgive me.