BLAKELY,

“Let me go,” I flinched at Ashton’s tight grasp on my arm.

I saw his forehead scrunched deeply, confusion all over his face.

‘Oh shit! Get a hold of yourself!’

“Sorry. I—I didn’t mean it,” I fixed myself, feeling confused with my own actions.

I should not be acting like this. It wasn’t how I was supposed to react with him. But I just didn’t know, I didn’t understand myself anymore.

Just a while ago, I was enjoying Ashton’s body. I felt the power to dominate him while I was on top of him. I felt he needed me. And I was more than willing to pleasure him.

The feeling of satisfaction was there. The feeling that I needed whenever I was under Jaxon’s command in my head. But when I was at the moment that it was supposed to be Jaxon in my imagination, he didn’t appear. Instead, it was a different man. It was Thorne!

That arrogant gorgeous man!

‘Oh fck! Why did it have to be him? Why did I suddenly imagine he was the guy who was moaning and gasping under me?’

And what’s more horrible was the fact that I want Thorne to beg for me!

I wasn’t aware and I wasn’t supposed to utter his name! I should not be doing that. I just wanted to escape from Jaxon’s ghost, but why did he suddenly appear in my head?

“Who is that guy you called? Who is that a$$hole?!” Gritting his teeth, Ashton irritatingly asked.

I couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t the first time I left him hanging. I actually didn’t intend to do it again but I quickly lost interest.

‘It wasn’t supposed to be Thorne, damn it! It was supposed to be Jaxon!’

But why him? What is that impertinent guy doing in my fantasies?

“I am asking you, Blakely? Who is that Thorne-jerk?!” Ashton demanded.

“Someone,” I shortly answered.

I honestly don’t know how to answer that question. Who is Thorne, anyway? Aside from being a Wright, who the hell was he? And why did he have to destroy our moment?

“Someone? He didn’t seem to be just someone. Tell me. Was he someone you fcked and couldn’t forget?”

Ashton angrily took his boxer. He brazenly stood in front of me, fully erected. I wasn’t sure if it was still because of his worldly desire or it was his anger.

My eyes widened, I swiftly looked away from him. I didn’t know why I felt scandalized by his act. When in normal circumstances, I should be pleasuring him already. I would make him beg even more. And it would surely boost my ego.

But it wasn’t the thing that was happening now. I actually wanted to run away from here and went back home.

And that was what I did.

“Hey?”

I could still hear Ashton cursing, trying to stop me. Yet, I decided not to look back.

‘What just happened to me back there?’

I was confused. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t how I was supposed to be.

ASHTON,

“What dude? Thorne? It wasn’t supposed to be Thorne. It was supposed to be Jaxon. She would always call that name whenever she was at her peak.”

I gritted my teeth when I heard Gunther’s mocking laughter. I wasn’t sure about this but the name Jaxon seemed familiar. It sounds like I’ve known that name all my life. But honestly, I didn’t know a person with that same name.

Right after Blakely left me in great disappointment, I quickly called my friend, Gunther, who introduced me to Blakely. He said the woman was always ready for any kind of game. He even gave me lots of information about Blakely and how she behaved in bed.

I want Blakely even for the first time I saw her. Who wouldn’t? She was the hottest woman in our circle. But what happened to us tonight seemed to confuse Gunther.

“I couldn’t be wrong. I heard it right. She called that fcking different name!” I angrily snarled. “But who were those guys anyway? Why would she call different names?”

“No one knew,” Gunther shrugged from the other line. “But you should be happy now. You at least experienced what we were talking about. Welcome to the club, dude!”

I didn’t know what I should feel. My loins were still aching after Blakely left me hanging.

Soon, I was in a conference call with all the men who had experience with Blakely. They were dropping the same name, Jaxon. And to prove them I didn't hear it wrongly, I sent a trimmed feed of the video I secretly took.

Blakely’s face wasn’t clear but the way she mentioned Thorne’s name was clearly arousing.

I couldn’t help but gnash my teeth in rage.

‘Who the fck is that guy?!’

Blakely is one heck of a sultry. That must be the reason why these men called her the ‘sultry heiress’. And I wouldn’t stop until I got that woman. I never accepted defeat. Not even with her.

‘I’ll do everything to make her mine!'

BLAKELY,

I was on my way out of our mansion, when the maid suddenly stopped me.

“Ms. Blakely, Master Green wants to talk to you,” she politely informed me.

I frowned at her. “He was already here?” I glanced at my wrist watch. It was just five in the afternoon. “It was too early for him to come home.”

Dad used to come home late at night. As well as Mom. So, no one, aside from the servants, knew that I was always away, bar hopping during the night.

“Ugh, I have an appointment with Maddie. Tell him we’ll talk tomorrow morning,” I decided to leave when she blocked my way.

“I think the Master would not like it. He made it clear to tell you that he wanted to talk to you right now,”

My confusion deepens.

‘What must be the urgent thing that Dad demands me to talk to him right away?’

I sighed and followed the servant. It had been a week since the last time I left Ashton. And I was left hanging by the thoughts of Thorne. The memory of him used to ignite the aching need in me. I’ve been fantasizing about him every night, and I just couldn’t take him out of my head.

And before I get insane, I need to talk to Maddie.

“The Master was in his study,” I heard the servant. I waved my hand to gesture to her to leave.

Just one step inside, right after opening the door to the study, an earthshaking slap immediately greeted me.

I seemed to lose my soul right after seeing the fury in my father’s gaze.

“D-Dad?”