Ashton Grey POV
I grumpily walk back into my en suite. She didn't even realize I was mad at her. Of course, how could she?
She was busy acknowledging the lustful gazes John was giving her back in the meeting, enjoying it perhaps. She is so clueless and innocent. Always confident and professional.
Since the first day when I step out of the elevator that day, I can't seem to shake her beautiful figure off of my head. She is not my type. I had thought back then but this girl is always in my mind. I even hang out with different ladies over the weeks but she is still the one messing with my head.
But why? I don't even have an answer to that question. I don't know why I get mad at her for acknowledging another man's gazes. What is wrong with me? I'm not usually that person who pays heed to e
