Rich’s POV
I should’ve been in the boardroom by now. Meetings were waiting. Papers needed my signature. Kyro even sent a sarcastic
“Running late, Romeo?” text that I hadn’t answered yet.
But I stayed on the couch, watching Ashtine asleep, her hair a tangled mess across my pillow, breathing slowly and peacefully like she hadn’t burned every inch of me last night with that mouth and those eyes.
She had no idea what she was doing to me.
And for the first time in forever, I didn’t want to fight it.
“Stop staring,” her sleepy voice came, muffled against the pillow.
I smirked. “Can’t help it. You’re prettier when you’re quiet.”
She rolled her eyes, grabbed a throw pillow, and smacked me right in the face. “Jerk.”
But her smile said otherwise.
Later that day, I stepped out of the eleva
