The Ashtor’s & Me

Jaxon

I arrived at the colossal Ashtor Fashion Industry. This will be my first day on the job with my brother, Jasper. Our father has retired and handed the label over to us. It has taken a toll on us, as we are accustomed to living fast-paced lives, most of which involved parties, travel, and female companionship. Now, we won't have much time for any of that. Despite my brother and me having the same background, he is more mature and grounded. He's passionate about what he wants to do, and even though this situation caught us off guard, he is prepared for whatever comes our way. I am more of a live-in-the-moment type of person, and I am more talkative, gentle, and outgoing. Conversely, Jasper is a more self-contained, serious, and aggressive kind of guy.

When we step foot into the building, we are guided to an elevator behind the receptionist. As I walk by, I glance at the receptionist and we make eye contact; she blushes and lowers her gaze back to her computer. I smirk and step into the elevator after the doors open. Upon reaching the top floor, we exit and, after making it to our office, we're shortly introduced to our assistant, Emilia Richardson. The sight of Emilia makes my mouth water, her sweet aroma filling the room. The clothes on her body perfectly hug her curves, her skin is the perfect tan tone, and her hair is long, black, and curly. She has the cutest nose and the softest hands I’ve ever felt on a woman. Her eyes, a light ocean blue, contrast beautifully with her dark mascara and long eyelashes. She is absolutely stunning. I gulp silently and hold my composure, my face not displaying any sign of interest.

Long after Emilia leaves the office to head back to work, we spend the rest of the evening with our father, Mason Ashtor. We drink, talk, and laugh. We've always had a tight relationship with our father, and it will be stronger now that we are taking over for him. At first, we didn't agree on his retirement, but after all, he deserves this more than anyone. He built this empire from the ground up, all by himself. Our father eventually excuses himself to handle the last of his business, leaving Jasper and me on our own in the office.

I sit on the couch next to Jasper, who is sitting there looking through the company portfolio. "Did you see Emilia? She's gorgeous," I lean forward, reach for the table, and pour myself some whiskey into one of the glasses next to the decanter. I grab my glass and take a sip, my lips reacting to the burning sensation down my throat.

"Yes," Jasper speaks, then he takes a sip from his whiskey glass. Quietly putting the glass back on the table coaster, Jasper clears his throat. "Just remember that anyone who works here is off limits. We must never tarnish Father’s work," Jasper says sternly.

I scoff at his words then, I look at him. “We always say something is off limits then we end up trespassing. Plus, I wouldn’t mind having her bent over our desk while I pound her from behind and your c**k is in exploring the back of her throat” a devious smirk appears at the corner of my lips.

Jasper looks up at me sharply, his icy gray eyes piercing through mine. "No, Jaxon. We won't cross that line. If anything, I would prefer you stay away from her and only speak to her when it's work-related," Jasper inhales deeply, running his fingers through his golden brown hair.

I chuckle. "I'll try my best, Mr. Professional. I have noticed there are good-looking women not only in this building, but all over the area. However, there's just something about Emilia that makes me wonder what her insides feel like." I trace circles around the edge of the couch armrest and then take another sip from my glass.

"Yes, brother, there are plenty of women for us to consider. However, that's a topic for another time, whenever we find the time," says Jasper. He believes I can't read him as well as I actually can. It's clear that Jasper is a ladies' man, yet he is extremely reserved when it comes to approaching women who are in any way connected to our father or our father's possessions.

The day after, I sit at the desk while Jasper stands in front of the window, looking out at the city. I let out a weary sigh after the long day in the office. Eventually, I pick up the office phone and dial Emilia’s desk number. I request her to come into the office with the weekly schedule and she does as told.

While Emilia has her back towards me, I steal a glance at her curvy body and perfectly round a**. "Did you arrange the schedule, Ms. Richardson?" I ask in a stern voice.

"Yes," Emilia responds, placing the schedule on the desk in front of me. I don't acknowledge it, simply staring at her as an awkward silence fills the room. She waits for me to ask or order her to do something else.

"Why are you still here?" I ask, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You are free to dismiss yourself. Nothing else is needed." Emilia nods and walks away. I notice the hint of surprise in her eyes from the way I just spoke to her. I feel bad about it, but I have to treat her how I would anyone else. I need to show her that we cannot be friends and assert authority.

As Emilia walks away, I return to typing on the computer. Jasper continues to stand in front of the enormous window that takes up the entire side of the wall, looking out at the city as sunlight pours into the office, casting a warm glow. I hear the door open and close, and I raise my gaze from the computer to see Jasper. "That was tough," he says, "I didn't mean to treat her so poorly." With a shrug, Jasper's hands fall to his pockets. He turns around, crosses over to the whiskey decanter, and serves himself another drink.

Jasper is more of a laid-back dude; he really doesn't care much about things that don't make any difference in his life. A few more hours go by, and the employees leave to go to their homes. I hear Emilia on the other side of the door, so I open it. “Step into the office for a second, Ms. Richardson.” I step aside to make way for Emilia to enter.

I shut the door and march towards Emilia with one hand in my pocket. I notice that she is distracted, perhaps lost in her thoughts - who knows? I interrupt, my deep raspy voice filling the room. "Ms. Richardson, before you leave, you should know that I apologize for how I spoke to you earlier. It was rude of me to express myself in that manner." I decided to apologize after all, because I know she didn’t deserve such treatment, and my brother's wish for us to push her away doesn't justify my ill manners.

Emilia nods, "It’s okay," she says, before giving me a slight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. I can tell she is kind of upset.

I nod back and look over at Jasper, who is sitting on the couch, distracted by his phone. Jasper never looks over at us; he doesn’t even acknowledge Emilia - he never does. The room is filled with silence until Emilia builds up the courage to speak again. "I should get going," she clears her throat and clutches her purse.

I lean into Emilia, my voice low and husky, and my minty breath caressing her ear. I whisper what I have to tell her. Shortly after, she leaves, mumbling something under her breath before walking out.