(Dean)
I stand in front of the mirror in my bedroom, adjusting the cufflinks of my perfectly tailored tuxedo as I get ready for the Elite's party.
It's been one hell of a hectic week but I can't complain, business is running smoothly, even so more than usual.
My instincts is at alert when I hear the door c***k open but I don't look back because when I stare back at the mirror, Ashley's standing right behind me wearing a rehearsed smile.
Her presence behind me is stifling, almost suffocating but the only good thing is that I don't have to deal with her after tonight.
She moves closer, wrapping her arms around my waist but all I did was step away from her in a subtle stride.
Talk about who doesn't read a room, you're damn well giving Ashley her oscars.
Just one more night, Dean. My in
