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“Ashley, you really should see what’s on your phone in case it’s important,” she suggests, catching her breath and licking her lips.
My girl is sexy on her knees. Well fuck, she’s sexy every which way I look at her.
Bending down, I cup her chin in my hand and stare into her eyes. She’s always grinning, cute dimples that distract any rational thoughts I have because I can’t turn her mischievous face away.
My dick won’t let up, begging to be finished off despite the constant interruptions.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath, leaning forward to grab my cell with frustration.
There’s several missed calls, messages, and emails that have come through in the space of ten minutes. I don’t know what to look at first, but go for Logan’s messages since he only messages me a million times if it’s important.
Logan: I’m sorry. Talk to me first before you read anything.
What is this fucker going on about? I’m about to ignore him since I’m still massively pissed he bailed somewhere without telling me a single thing. His actions of late have been out of character and I suspect it has something to do with Louisa turning up at our apartment dressed in this skimpy black dress with no bra on. Even for her, it was wild and nothing like her usual uptight attire.
I log into my social media account to see the thousands upon thousands of tags until I follow a link to a media article posted an hour ago.
Drowning at LA Party
Tayla Chase (sister of Generation Next star Emerson Chase and Royal Kings defender Ashley Chase) almost drowns at a party in LA. The sixteen-year-old had been seen drinking with older sister Emerson, before hanging out on the beach with an unknown crowd.
The drunken teen was found at the scene unconscious and revived by Logan Carrington.
Another unidentified girl had been saved by Wesley Rich.
Earlier, witnesses saw Emerson Chase in a heated kiss with childhood friend Logan Carrington. The two were seen arguing until Wesley Rich found them outside the home of LA’s hottest DJ—Mikey Gee.
According to a reliable source, the love triangle erupted in an explosive fist fight between Logan and Wesley because Emerson Chase is rumored to be pregnant. Neither party has commented on the pregnancy. However, the baby is said to belong to Wesley Chase.
A large lump has formed inside my throat constricting my ability to yell or even breathe. What the fuck did I just read? My eyes scan the article again with my stomach churning and leaving me feeling ill that something happened to my little sister.
“Ashley?” Poppy calls my name, worried. “What’s wrong? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I don’t answer, ringing Dad’s cell which goes straight to voicemail. I try Mom, the same thing. If anyone will pi
ck up her cell it’s Tayla.
“Ash,” she greets with a shaky voice.
“Tayla,” I almost scream down the phone. “What the hell happened?”
“I’m okay.” I can hear the exhaustion in her voice. “I went to help someone who was drowning and got caught myself.”
“Why the fuck were you drinking? Did Emerson let you fucking drink?”
“I wasn’t drinking, Ash. Emerson wouldn’t let me drink.”
“But the tabloids—”
“C’mon, don’t believe what you read.” She chuckles softly but it’s followed by a raspy cough. “You should know that.”
I grit my teeth, barely able to control the rage. “Really? Because I’m reading shit about Logan and Emerson.”
Silence falls over the phone.
“Ash, it’s not my place to comment. Talk to them.” She reassures me she’s okay but is tired and needs to sleep. We hang up, and in a confused state I sit back on the sofa with my dick still hanging out though flaccid from the shock.
“Is this true?” I ask the question to myself even though Poppy is beside me caressing my hair.
