He Broke My Heart So I Marry His Father

Chapter Six

Ashton:

I woke at four in the morning, wrapped in expensive sheets, hungover with no idea where I was or how I had gotten here.

As I scrambled from the bed, the night came rushing back to me in violent waves. Benjamin, Arden making me wet without even touching me, and numerous games of tic-tac-toe. The next thing I knew, my head was in the toilet, and the remaining contents of my stomach were inside. I couldn't have been more thankful that my bags were in the room, and that realization led to a shower that I had hoped would burn the alcohol and Benjamin Bradford's cheating a.s.s from my pores.

I rambled through the bag, grabbing it, and the first thing to fall out was a matching black lace bra and panty set with a black skirt and matching blouse—fishnet tights and shining black heels. I could already tell Syd was the one who packed my bag for this trip.

I dressed and grabbed my phone, a bag that didn't belong to me that contained a laptop and folders, and headed downstairs, asking the front desk where I could find the best coffee in town for Mr. Pike and Mr. Burke. I don't know what city I am in, but the man knew Mr. Pike because he made a phone, and the next thing I know, a black car is out front, ready to take me for coffee.

"Where are we?" I asked Mr. Pike's personal driver.

"France."

My jaw almost shattered on the floor.

"I—I'm in Paris?" I screeched.

"Yes, madam," he replied.

After my spell of gawking, I found the recommended Café and ordered coffee and pastries for myself, Mr. Pike, Mr. Burke, and Mr. Pike's driver, who I know now, is named Shep.

"Alright, Shep. Back to the big man." I laughed, handing him his part of the order.

I looked at my phone, which was turned off. I studied it as if it could give me all my answers. I shoved it in my pocket and opened the folders in the bag that was left with my stuff. The first page was a letter from Mr. Burke.

Ashton,

Your status as the assistant to the CEO of Pike Industries means you will need all of this while we are here and after we return. Consider it a gift.

-Reed

Inside was a MacBook, an iPad, and an Apple pen. The folders inside contained Mr. Pike's schedule for our time here.

"Ma'am." He said kindly as he opened the door for me. It felt so strange being in this incredible city, in a limo, a bag full of electronics I could never afford, staying in this amazing hotel.

"Thank you, Shep. Have a great morning." I said as he tipped his hat.

The clerk gave me directions to Mr. Pike's room and a key card. I assume he is still sleeping.

I made my way to the penthouse suite, light on my feet, high on the view of the room he was staying in. Mine is incredible, but this is just insane.

I stumbled into his bedroom and drew the curtains, making him flinch from the light intrusion.

"Up and attem, Mr. Pike. You have a meeting in two hours, and I got you coffee and breakfast." I was still riding the high of the place.

"Do I need to go wake Mr. Burke as well?" I asked, finally turning to see Mr. Pike covered from the waist down. His chest was bare, tan, and tattooed. His chest and stomach were like looking into the eyes of God. My line of sight started at the tattoos on his chest, wandering down his abs, then… Oh god… Is that his? The cover was tented at his waist, and my mind went blank until he answered my question.

"Absolutely not. I will call Reed. He had a… friend over last night. I doubt that she is gone yet." I licked my dry lips, forcing myself to look him in the eye.

"Yes, sir." His voice was laced with sleep, so husky and raw it made my body warm.

"Do you, I mean, should I…" I got lost trying to figure out if he needed me to get his clothes out.

"Should you what, Ashton?"

The way this man just said my name had me aching.

"Your clothes, sir." I turned as he pulled the cover away from him.

"I'm wearing boxers, Ashton."

"Yes, Sir."

I turned quickly and went to the kitchen, setting his breakfast up for him. I would be lying if I said I didn't watch him walk away. He looks edible in his suit. He was so powerful and regal, but seeing him tattooed and bare made me hungry, and nothing in that food bag sounded good.

My mouth was watering for my boss, and nothing good could come from that.

Arden:

How she looked this morning had me hard the minute she pulled the curtains back. I had to fight with everything in me to keep from pulling her into my bed when she eye f.u.c.k.e.d me. Her eyes burned a trail over every part of me, all the way down.

"Jesus." I rumbled low when I realized the only thing that would help me right now was a cold shower and slow jack.

Once I was dressed and made my way into the kitchen, I saw her there again, her nose deep in a file; an exact copy sat beside her for me, along with a breakfast box and a cup of coffee. The way her red lips settled on her cup had me ready to turn and go back to the shower. But fortunately for me, I had learned control, and I used it well. So, with a schooled expression, I joined her.

"Good morning, Ms. Baylor. I trust you slept well?"

"Y—yes sir, thank you." Her cheeks flushed brightly, no doubt still confused about how she got into bed last night.

"So, what's on the schedule for today?"

"I—I am." She paused, looking at me like I was the first meal she had seen in weeks. My fingers itched again; I wanted to smear that lipstick all over her soft lips. See her mascara run with every thrust I make into her throat.

"Something wrong?"

"No, sir. I just." Again, she paused.

She shook her head, playful with a wicked smile.

"Nothing, sir. You have a meeting in an hour and a half now. Is there something I need to prepare for that meeting?

"You got the laptop, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, just take notes of the exchange. This meeting is with a man named Baptiste Courtemanche."

“Dr. Baptiste Courtemanche ? As in the man with thousands of labs worldwide that focus on creating new drugs for various diseases?" It would seem Baptiste has her attention, or I have one.

"Yes."

"Man, I miss being in a lab. Pharmaceuticals was one thing I focused so hard on in school. After dealing with my mom and her mental health, I was so focused on trying to create a cure for her that I ended up discovering a love for it." Her eyes blew wide; she had clearly told me more than she was comfortable discussing, but I was breathless watching her speak with passion. I enjoy this version of her just as much as the one I know would do whatever I told her to do without question every time.

"I'm so sorry." Her tone was low, her nose and cheeks bright.

"Never be sorry for being passionate about something, Ashton. Some people spend their entire lives searching for something that sparks joy in them. Most never find it."

"Have you?"

"Yes." I was fearful she would ask me what my passion was, but I was thankful that Reed came through my door at that time. I had called after I got out of the shower, and his timing was perfect.

"So, notes are all you need me for?" She asked, passing Reed his coffee.

She must have sensed my apprehension to continue our talk in front of Reed because it was dropped entirely. I wonder how she would have reacted to finding out my passion is s.e.x? I had perfected my craft throughout my time and become addicted to feeling a woman c.o.m.i.n.g on my tongue. The way their p.u.s.s.y will clench on my c.o.c.k when they come again and again.

"It is," I confirmed. I have been after this contract for nine months now. If I could convince Baptiste to switch his companies to my software, that would secure billions more in revenue each year for Pike Industries.

What I hadn't expected was for Ashton to be such a f.u.c.k.i.n.g rockstar in the meeting.