Elijah's pov ;
I never knew having other n's hands all over him, touching him and trying to feed him fruits would excite him so much.
"I hate you soooo much!" He slurred and hit my chest while he could barely stand. I have to unwantedly snake my hand around his waist to help him stand and have so dignity, of which he clearly doesn't care about as an actor.
I growled at the hosts, "Get lost."
They scattered, clearly frightened, and quickly ran away. I turned back to Ash, but the man I saw last ti with him stepped between us. I think his na is Noah.
"Please leave him alone. He's just slightly drunk. I'll take care of him," He stole Ash from my side and Ash too hugged him.
My blood boils even more. I don't care how close they are but I don't like when soone tries to snatch sothing from .
Without thinking, I yanked Ash back from him. "Do you even know he can't handle alcohol? Why the hell did you let him drink?"
The guy groaned and sassed, glaring at . It was as if he couldn't even bear seeing my face. Well, the feelings were mutual.
"He's not a kid. And why should you care? Ash is a single man now. He should do whatever he wants, drink, and have fun around new people."
I didn't like his attitude, and my voice turned dangerously low. "If you don't want to lose the rest of your company, then piss off."
His glare intensified, my words clearly hitting a sour spot in him. His reaction satisfied to so extent.
"I'm not going anywhere, Mr. Asshole. Ash deserves to have a good ti, and I won't let you control him. Get over him."
My jaw clenched and my grip around Ash tightened. I glanced down at Ash for a split second who had already passed out.
Get over him? Hmph! I never loved him, so, what's there to get over? He's just a murderer in my eyes now.
"Manager?!"
I called the club manager, who ca running just in a few seconds because he's clearly aware of my influence. Ryder arrived too, and when he saw holding Ash protectively, he whistled, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Well, well, it looks like soone's feeling possessive," Ryder teased, his eyes twinkling with amusent.
Ignoring his useless comnts, I turned to the manager. "Book the most private and luxurious hotel room available, now."
The manager nodded quickly. "Of course, Mr. Stone. Right away."
"Hand Ash over to ," Noah stepped forward, still protesting. This rat is getting on my nerves now. "I'm not letting you take Ash anywhere alone."
Annoyed, I shot a look at Ryder, who imdiately understood my orders. He laughed and winked at playfully before grabbing Noah and pulling him to his side away from and Ash.
The angry man clashed into Ryder's chest and soon began to struggle against him while cursing and insulting both Ryder and .
Against a playful and cunning fox that Ryder is, Noah who was more stubborn and fierce.
"Get off , bastard!" he snapped, trying to push Ryder away.
Ryder's grin only widened further, clearly enjoying the tussle. "Relax, dude. My bestie isn't going to hurt your precious Ash. But if you keep fighting , you might get hurt."
Noah huffed, still trying to break free. "You think you can just manhandle and get away with it? I'll fucking kill you."
Ryder chuckled. "Oh, absolutely. I've been looking forward to a little exercise."
Their silly fight drew so attention, but Ryder kept Noah occupied long enough for the manager to confirm the booking.
"All set, Mr. Stone," the manager said, handing the key card.
I nodded, gripping Ash firmly. "Let's go."
I could still hear Ryder having his fun wrestling with a lunatic who kept swearing on him.
Ignoring them, I followed the manager.
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Ash's pov ;
I winced as soon as I opened my eyes. My head was pounding with headache.
I sat up slowly as my vision adjusted to the light, I realised I wasn't in my own bedroom. The elegant furnishings and décor were unfamiliar, and the view from the window showed a bustling cityscape.
I frowned in confusion. How did I get here? The last thing I rembered was going to a club with Noah.
I tried to piece together the fragnted mories of the night before. I had gotten drunk, and then...Elijah had been there.
A chill went down my spine. I recalled his cold, accusing gaze, the anger and frustration in his voice.
I quickly got up, the blanket slipping off my body leaving shocked when I saw my body which was completely naked.
What the fuck? How...
Suddenly, I felt nauseated, the realisation of what had happened making sick to my stomach.
I flinched when the bathroom door opened. Looking up, my eyes widened when I saw Elijah erging from it, a towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water clung to his muscular chest, and his dark hair was still damp from the shower.
His eyes wandered over my naked body and his gaze hardened but I couldn't understand the aning behind them.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
I blushed and clutched the sheet, covering myself. "Why am I naked, Elijah?"
He just smirked, eyes flashing with amusent. "Take a wild guess."
My face instantly twisted in annoyance as my heart skipped a beat at his words. Did he...did he really...?
I looked at him disgustingly, accusing him directly. "You're sick, Elijah. How could you do sothing like that to a drunk person?"
He just shrugged, and slowly began to walk towards , his towel falling to the ground. His hard, muscled body was on full display, and his cock was still semi-erect.
My eyes widened, and I quickly averted my gaze, trying to control my blush. But it was hard to ignore the heat pooling in my belly, or the way my heart rate sped up.
He laughed, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, why are you shying away? Don't you loves it when I pressed you down in the mattress roughly while fucking you, calling out my na and begging for more? Yes..that's exactly what you did last night, and you're calling sick."
My brows drew together. What the hell is he saying? Has he lost it? But he continued while directly looking at with a weird gaze as if he was looking at so toy he clearly wanted to play.
"When I pinned your hands above your head and kissed your neck, whispering dirty things in your ear. When I grabbed your thighs and spread them apart, making you moan my na over and over again. You love it when I—"
"Enough!' I cut him off, turning red furiously in embarrassnt and rage. "What's wrong with you, Elijah? Just tell , are you a psycho? How dare you speak so shalessly after assaulting while I was drunk--ahh!"
A heavy gasp escaped my throat when he ripped the blanket from my body and suddenly shoved into the mattress while hovering over . I sucked in a breath as our naked bodies touched.
A large hand encircled my wrists, holding them above my head. His other hand gripped my jaw, and his breath was hot on my ear.
"What the fuck?! Let go, you mad dog! Crazy asshole--"
"You really think I could do sothing like this to you. Do you think so low of ?" His dark eyes pierced into my soul, his words filled with bitterness and disappointnt.
"Then why am I naked?!" I exclaid, not believing his nonsense. I tugged on my hands but he held them tightly. "Explain this!"
"You vomited all over and yourself. Then you were passed out, so I had to help you clean up and put you in bed. Is that what a crazy asshole would do? And you're naked because you threw up all over your clothes."
I still glared at him. "Did I ask you to help out? And where is Noah? What did you do to him because he would never let go with you? Why am I here with you in the first place?" I asked suspiciously.
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Elijah's pov ;
Seeing him so worried about Noah, my anger surged again. "You're still asking about another man when you're with ?" I snapped. "You must love him so much. Are you having an affair with him?"
He frowned, clearly disgusted by my comnt. "Noah is my best friend, and closer to my family than anyone else. If you have any ounce of sha left, you shouldn't talk like that about him."
The way he defended that Noah burned with rage for so unknown reason. I couldn't think straight.
"Oh, how carefree you are now. Not married anymore, having a close friend to take you out and fool around. Must have been tough being stuck in that marriage with where you couldn't have all this fun with different n every day. Is that why you left ? How many have you slept with since leaving , huh?"
His hand flew across my face, the slap hard and sudden, shutting up. He looked at with pure disappointnt. "I can't believe I used to love a man like you. You're an asshole, Elijah."
For a mont, I was stunned, my cheek burning from the impact. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted the mont.
"Sir, room service."
I didn't speak for a mont and kept staring down at him, and he did the sa.
Without caring that he was still naked, I ordered the waiter to enter. Ash quickly turned to the other side, pulling the blanket closer to him. I retreated myself from above him.
The waiter looked between us awkwardly before greeting .
"I've brought the clothes and breakfast you ordered, sir."
"Leave," I said curtly, and the waiter scurried out, leaving the clothes and food behind.
My thoughts twisted into more anger. This was the first ti I have seen him like this, so openly defiant and aggressive. He even dares to slap now.
Until now, he had always shown himself as innocent and pitiful. I laughed bitterly to myself. So this was his true nature. He pretended all this ti, living with in my house, using my resources. I always got film roles for him, used my connections to boost his career, and made sure he had everything he needed.
Now, seeing the real colours of him, I felt like a fool. I cursed myself for caring about him, for ordering breakfast for him. But my anger and bitterness couldn't completely erase the lingering sense of responsibility.
"Get dressed," I said coldly, gesturing to the clothes I had ordered for him. "And eat breakfast."
Without waiting for his response, I quickly dressed and left the room.
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