ASHTON
Virgin my foot. It's just as I suspected. She's no different from the other whores. She wears ankle-skimming dresses to fool others but she can never fool . If you're a whore, be a whore. Don't pretend to be a saint. That's worse than gross.
"It's..."
"...not what I think?" I finish her sentence, strolling into the book store. "So, you weren't in here smooching your ex-boyfriend after the show you put up in my house this morning and the money my mum gave your family?"
"Ex-boyfriend" Demi corrects .
"Yeah. And that makes it better?"
"Which is it?" Iman asks, squaring his shoulders. "Asher, Ashal, Ashton or Ashley Rollins?" I reply him with a death stare.
"You'll do well to keep those nas out of your cheating lips or by god, I'll bash your face in so far the only won you'll see for a while will be from the pages of a raunchy magazine."
"The violent one. I see" Iman says. Just then, Demi slaps him hard across his face.
"Get out!" She yells. "You put in this ss. I never want to see you again." Iman reels his hand backwards to return the gesture and I watch Demi duck for cover. He beats her, huh? Coward. Both of them. Iman is wise to stop himself in my presence.
"Cunt." He spits at her feet and heads for the door. I want to punch him so bad but I don't want this being misconstrued. After the door clicks shut, I turn to Demi. Her face is flushed with fear. I don't care.
"Lock up. We're leaving."
"Excuse ?"
"Are you deaf as well as spineless? Two minutes. I'll be in the car." I leave her. To avoid attention, I put on tinted shades and slide into the black sedan parked next to her store. Demi takes five minutes to join .
"You're late." I say the second she shuts the door.
"Who are you? Which Ash Rollins am I dealing with right now?"
I smile. "Mum didn't tell you? Nice try." I ignite the engine. "You can call Ash."
"Where are we going? What do you want from ?"
"Now you develop so spunk? Minutes ago, you waited to be hit by that punk. Bad taste, by the way."
"You haven't answered my question." I swerve the car off the road and screech to a halt by the curb. "Hey" I stab a finger in her face. "You better watch that tone of yours. You think you're sothing now because your ugly picture is trending next to the Rollins na on local blogs? You're still a nobody, get it? You're nothing!" Her eyes clouds with tears. "That move won't work with . Dry your eyes imdiately. These car seats are new."
She wipes her eyes with her palms and tries to get down but the doors are locked. I restart the car and zoom off.
Five minutes later, after all her tantrums on the way, we arrive in Ashal's penthouse in Alpha district, a gated community that houses the wealthiest crop of individuals in all of the country. I step out of the car.
"Get out, princess. No one is coming around to get the door for you." When she sits put with arms folded across her chest, I leave her and stroll into the house. She doesn't co in even after ten minutes. The brat. Snarling, I co out and yank the door open.
"I thought you weren't a gentleman." She scoffs, then yelps when I grab her arm forcefully and pull her into the house amidst her kicking and screaming. "LET GO OF . LEAVE . ASH ROLLINS, I SWEAR TO GOD..."
"Woah, few minutes with you and this one's already screaming obscenities. You're such a bad influence, Ash" Demi's eyes widen with terror at the sight of Ashley. Asher is down by the dining table, rattling the ice in his drink. Impatient as always. Ashal sits cross-legged on his sofa and frowns at my rudeness. Smiling, I let go of Demi's arm abruptly and she falls. Ashley catches her. Typical of him. She crawls away from him.
"Why am here? What do you all want from ?"
"Ash" Ashal calls to . "Could you kindly show our guest to a seat. Is that too much to ask?"
"I'll show her." Ashely answers with a twinkle in his eyes. Asher impatiently walks up to Demi and helps her off the floor. He points to the sofa.
"Grab a seat. Don't act shy now. You were running your mouth about one of us being your husband just this morning." Demi takes one cautious step after another and sits down next to Ashal who is smiling warmly at her. If we hadn't changed out of our stuffy suits (except Asher), she might have mistaken him for Ashely.
"What do you all want?" I can tell she's scared shitless but her brave façade is admirable.
"Y'all won't guess what our little virgin wife was doing when I arrived."
"Humor ." Ashley replies.
"Smooching her ex-boyfriend while so fool was photographing them."
"What?" Asher drops his drink. "You're trying to create more buzz for your stupid claim?" He yells at Demi. He turns to . "The pictures?"
"Destroyed. Smashed the phone severally with my boots to be double sure." Asher nods and glares at Demi who only looks down.
"So, you do know how to get so action."
"Enough" Ashal interrupts Ashely. "Can we get to business? I have an appointnt."
"Our mum." Asher begins, leaning forward. "What did she discuss with you? Don't deny it. We all saw the two of you speaking for at least seven minutes."
Demi's features hardened. "That's none of your business."
"Attagirl" Ashely winks at her, then narrows his eyes. "Except it is in fact our business. You better get to spilling it or we can't guarantee you'll be able to walk out of here on your own two legs, after we take turns dealing with you." His insinuation registers the desired effect on Demi.
"You wouldn't dare." Demi's frantic eyes shift from one face to another. I bet she feels like she's looking at the sa person in four different outfits. Now, she surveys the house, the exits.
"Don't even bother." I add fuel to the fire. "The locks are palm coded. If one of us doesn't let you out, you'll be stuck here for as long as we want."
"She made a proposition." Demi replies now.
"What proposition?" Asher enquires.
"She doesn't want to annul the marriage. She wants to stay married to one of you for at least a year." Our faces all harden in sync.
"And? You told her you were sticking with annulnt, right?" Asher prods.
Demi looks up at , then at my brothers. "So, you admit it. One of you indeed got married to last night but instead of owning up to it like a man, you are hiding behind this face." I don't like where this is going. She growing bolder now as she rises to her feet. "Your mum was right. You are all spoilt brats who deserve to pay for your mistakes, like anyone else."
"Firebrand now, are we?" Asher rises as well. "I'll say this only once. You are going to decline her offer right this minute or..."
"Or what?" Demi fires back to our surprise. "You're going to gang rape ? You wouldn't dare touch . My ex-boyfriend saw with that one." She jerks a thumb at . "If anything happens to now, rather than covering up your ss, you'll only be shining a brighter light on it. Billion-Err will destroy your family's image if I turn up defiled or dead. The whole of Danvarr will despise your family. Your mum WILL KNOW you all did it. She'll have every reason to believe that her sons are rascals indeed."
She whips out her phone and tries to dial a number.
"Who the fuck are you trying to call now?" I ask, snatching her phone.
"Mrs. Rollins. I want to be the first one to give her the good news; she's getting a daughter-in-law" Demi smiles smugly as the humor drains from our faces. "Unless my hubby steps up, your mum has assured I can cheery-pick one of you to be stuck with for a long while. So, who is it going to be? Asher? Ahal? Ashton or Ashley?"
Fuck! I curse under my breath. This bitch isn't spineless after all.
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