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She mutters looking over me.
                  “Don't act like you hate it. Women like to deny themselves of what they really want, I kind of think that's very stupid.”
                  She pulls the door open to the old shabby building. “Oh, is that right? Giving me one of your insights for free?”
                  “My blog is free. I'm sure you know since you obviously know who I am enough to hate me. I never did anything to you, you have no right to hate me.” I press the elevator button.
                  “You can't tell me who I can and can't hate. If I want to hate you, I have every right.” The elevator is quick and opens. She steps in, and again, nearly trips on her feet as she went to press the button for the penthouse and the third floor for me. I wasn't aware that she even had money, let alone enough to live in the penthouse. Grandfather just said she was a nice girl who had her priorities straight.
                  “Whoa. How much have you had to drink?” She didn't look sloshed, but she seemed to have a bit of trouble staying balanced.
                  “What are you, a cop?” I chuckle. I watched as she pulled her hair out of that hideous braid. I personally liked having hair I could tug at freely, not plaited.
                  “Do you like cops? I can be a cop in bed if you really want me to. I could have you in handcuffs in under a minute. I can assure you that you'd really like that.” Ashton scoffed as I lowered my voice. I could see that it had some effect on her.
                  “You're disgusting.” The door opened up to my floor.
                  “Goodnight, Ashton.” I stepped out and turned towards my grandfathers apartment without glancing back at her.
                  Ashton was different. Not like any woman I've ever met before, an actual challenge, something I haven't had in a long time. That doesn't mean I want to date her. It does mean that she's someone I want to get into bed with. Well, once Charles is done with her, she'll probably be done with him first. I won't touch her or seduce her until then.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
    Ashton Pennington
                  I spent half an hour choosing what to wear. It wasn't a lot of time, but it was all the time I had since I overslept. I always overslept on Sundays. I vaguely remember having a conversation with Braxton last night, I was very tipsy. Callie convinced me to take two shots and I'm a lightweight which is why I rarely drink, she's been trying to build up my tolerance.
                  When he mentioned putting me in handcuffs, I had to admit that I was turned on, which I'm sure was his intention. I couldn't stop thinking about not having control while in bed with him, the things he could do...damn. With all of his 'insights' he has to have some talent with women, that was obvious, and kind of gross.
                  I ended up choosing a bralet top with blue birds on it, a blue skirt, a brown jacket, and brown boots. My hair is curled and pinned back away from my face. My makeup was light enough to just make my eyes pop.
                  “You look beautiful.” Charles complimented me.
                  “Thank you.”
                  We went to eat burgers and now we were taking a stroll through Central Park. It was romantic, I had to give him that, but I was a bit bored. Don't get me wrong, Charles was great, smart, and very kind. Nothing like Braxton.
                  “Can I ask you something?” I ask Charles.
                  “Sure.”
                  “Why are you friends with Braxton? You two look like you have nothing in common.” It couldn't be more true.
                  Charles didn't make sexual comments towards me, and