Chapter 7.

I was answering a few emails and booking meetings for Ashton. I couldn't believe how many people wanted to meet him. Why in the world?

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 12:30, almost time for lunch.

I finished up the last few emails and closed the computer before heading out. I saw Pazzi over by Ashton's office, I was about to go up to him when I saw Ashton and Jasmine walking out.

I froze.

Jasmine was wearing a short skirt and a blouse, she was holding onto Ashton's arm and batting her eyes at him.

They walked towards me and I turned around, ready to walk back into my office before they saw me.

”Ms. Shaw,” Jasmine's high pitched voice rang and I rolled my eyes. Here we go.

”Yes?” I said with a fake smile plastered on my face.

”We’re going to lunch and I was just seeing if you could mail these for me,” She said, not so much as a request but rather an order.

I looked at Pazzi, disappointment evident on my face.

But I quickly masked it over.

”Why don't you mail them on the way?”

”Because we’re going to the Mads over by the lake and we’re taking the car so it would be quite inconvenient,”

I felt my jaw clench, but I'm not going to show that it bothered me.

”I’ll mail them,” I said, taking the papers from her hand.

”Oh and could you mail Walter and ask him to move the meeting to Thursday?” I frowned and looked between her and Ash. I had just booked that meeting.

”No,” I said.

”Ms. Shaw,” Ashton warned.

”Yes?” I gave him a teeth showing smile and shrugged my shoulders.

”Do as you're told,”

”By you, yes, by an intern, no fucking way. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going for lunch.”

I said, throwing them all a look before walking away.

”Hey Ms.Shaw, after work we-”

”Sorry I’m busy,” I half-shouted as I continued walking.

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I was sitting in the restaurant on the second floor, by myself. I didn't use to be such a social outcast but it came with everything else.

”Hi excuse me,” I turned around when I heard a man's voice.

It was a brunette guy, curly hair and brown eyes.

Cute. I thought to myself.

”Yes?” I said when he didn't continue. He cleared his throat and pointed to the seat next to me.

”Is this seat taken?” He asked shyly.

”No,”

He smiled and sat down.

”I’m Elena,” I said when I noticed how nervous he was.

”I’m Justin, it’s nice to meet you. Are you the boss's new assistant?”

”Yup, I don't what I did wrong in my life, but yes I am.” I said and he laughed.

I was always good at making people laugh.

”I’ve seen you around, I've been meaning to talk to you but I never got the chance,”

”Well you're talking to me now. Tell me about yourself,” I said, trying to start the conversation.

We talked for the entire lunch hour and when we looked at the time we both panicked and got up, ready to resume work.

But when we turned and were heading for the door, a very angry boss of ours along with another man stood there.

”Justin, do you not appreciate your job?” Ashton asked. His voice was dominant and superior.

”Y-yes boss of course I do,” Justin said, stuttering.

”Then why are you not doing it?” He asked.

”Mr.Carlson it was my fault, I-” I started but I was quickly interrupted.

”Justin, get back to work,” Justin bowed his head in respect and walked away. I was walking behind him, ready to get back to work as well.

But as we approached the door, Ashtons arm slingers around my waist and he held me put.

”I’m not done with you yet,” He whispered in my ear.

”Jack you can leave,” He said to the other man, presumably his bodyguard.

My back was against his front and his breath was fanning my neck.

His other hand came up and pulled my hair, making my head slam back at his chest and a gasp escaped my lips.

He didn't speak, not a word. Which was terrifying.

But his warm embrace always soothed me. I had longed to be in his arms, to be with him, but not like this. Not in hatred.

”You shouldn't have spoken to Jasmine like that,” He finally said and I was snapped back to reality.

”Excuse me?!” I said as I tried fighting myself free.

His face came down to my ear and his hot breath against my neck was making my knees weak.

I shouldn't react to his touch, not during the situation we’re in, but I couldn't help it.

”You take orders,”

”From you,” I corrected him. My voice was giving me away. It was dry and raspy. I felt my core heating up and he must’ve noticed.

His hand held a firm grip around my waist as his other let go of my hair and moved down to my pants. In one swift motion, he had unzipped them and his hand was down.

His fingers teased by my panty line and I only begged that he didn't go further.

”Ash,” I said, sounding out of breath.

His finger moved my panties aside and my wet folds were separated as he started playing with my clit.

”Ash we can’t,” I tried speaking, but I couldn't help the feeling of immense pleasure that spread through me.

His hand around my waist let go and moved up to my hair as he took a firm grip and yanked my head back.

”You’re mine, and I can do to you whatever the fuck I want,” He said as he nibbled on my earlobe.

He inserted a finger and I moaned.

”So fucking tight. Who else has fucked this pussy except for me, huh?” He asked as he started going faster.

I felt another one of his fingers by my opening. He inserted the second finger and started going hard. My heart was speeding and my brain was mush. I saw stars and I couldn't think clearly. I heard his question but I couldn't speak. The pleasure was too great, too longed for.

”Answer me Elena and you better pray I like the answer,”

My eyes were closed and I felt myself nearing my climax. My stomach was tightening and I held on to Ashton's arm to stabilize myself.

”Answer me,” He said impatiently and went even faster as he curved his fingers, hitting the right spot over and over again.

”N-no-No one!” I screamed as I reached my climax.”

Ashton slowed down and started rubbing my very sensitive clit with his thumb as he slipped his fingers in and out.

”Ah," I said as jumped from the uncomfortable feeling of having my clit rubbed after I had my orgasm.

”Good. Make sure it stays that way,” His voice was low and threatening but amused at the same time.

”Please…”

”Please what, Elena?”

”Please…stop,” I managed to get out.

He slipped out his fingers and zipped my pants up. One hand still firmly holding onto my hair.

”I believe you have work to do Ms.Shaw, make sure you’re not late again,” He said as he turned and walked out of the restaurant.