Trust Me

6. Ashton's POV

Ashton POV

It was 9 pm and I was just finishing up at the shop, I haven’t been back to the club since I spoke to Jack about calling me if Mel turned up. Normally on a Saturday night, it’s where I’d be but there is only one reason I want to go to the club and I told myself that I am not going there until I get a phone call. 

Feeling my phone vibrating in my pocket. I wipe my hands on a rag and answer my phone. “Hello” “Ashton hey it’s Jack from the club” I hear through the phone. “Yes” Trying to not sound too excited but my c**k is already semi-hard at the prospect of seeing Mel. “You told me to call you when Mel comes in next, well she is here but you want to talk to her, you’d better hurry because her friend Jasmine is going to set her up with a guy.” f**k. “Thanks, I’ll be there shortly.” Hanging up the phone, can’t help the smile that is on my face. Finally Mel you show your face after two weeks. I walk into the office which has a kitchenette, a pull-out sofa bed, wardrobe, and a shower and toilet attached to it. I am not ashamed to say that when I get swamped with work I often stay here. I hop into the shower and scrub all the grease off my body and wash my hair. Putting on a white button up dress shirt and black dress pants with leather shoes, brush my hair, and gelling it back. I get into my car and head to the club. 

Parking the car in the parking lot, getting out, lock the car, and head to the club door. Knocking on the door, Jack answers “Ashton good timing, the bloke that Mel is talking to has gone to the bathroom, she is waiting at the bar for him to come back.” I thank Jack and walk-in. Out of habit, I scan the room but as soon as my eye land on her, everything else seems to go blurry. Deciding to walk around the main stage, I know that she wouldn’t see me as there is a lot of people in the club. Making sure that I look at her from every angle. She is even more beautiful than the first time I saw her, god, my d**k is so hard just looking at her. Walking up to her, so that her back is facing me, contemplating on what to say. “Hi,” I say mentally face palming myself. I know that she sensed me coming and it looks like she is preparing herself to say something. As she turns around she opens her mouth to speak, she stops like she doesn’t know how to speak. At least I know what I am having the same effect on her as what she is having on me. And then she says “Hi’.