Ashton
After a long day of meeting with the men from Asia to negotiate for a new batch of Arabian Strikers, I was worn out and mentally stressed.
It hasn't been easy these past few days and right now, all that my body desires is a woman's touch. The delicate care of a woman's tender attention.
I groaned, my right hand instinctively finding it's way to my crotch to rub mildly as the cold water splashed angrily from the shower host. As I shut my eyes without meaning to, the first person that crossed my mind was her.
My mate. Gwendolyn.
I snapped my eyes open, grunting in displeasure. Damn her! Damn that cursed creature for coming into my life to suddenly cause chaos where there used to be none. I used to be happier with my life. Alone. Without having to desire anyone in part
