Trouble in Paradise.

7. Ashamed

Chapter 7: Ashamed.

Ashton and I are at the construction site where the hotel is going to be built. It's thirty acres of land and it's located in the suburbs, Sayville to be exact.

"Do you like it?" Ashton asks, staring at me.

"Yeah. It's really big, but I'm unsure about it. I wanted the hotel to be in the heart of the city. Like the four seasons, not some creepy building in the woods." I tell him.

"You're not seeing the vision, Valarie. It's more than a hotel, it's an estate with attractions. It's like a resort away from the city. 'Comfort away from the city' that's what we'll call it." He says, gesturing the words in the air.

"I don't know, Ash. You said hotel." I say, scratching my head.

"Okay fine. We couldn't get the permit to build a ninety feet tall hotel in the middle of the city. It was too big a risk and it would cause traffic, since we were trying to build it beside the road. So, my team and I thought fast and we realized that this was a much better idea. And money wise, it would be cheaper for you since you were precise about not wanting to sink your money in this." He explains.

"You're burning holes in my pocket, Ashton." I tell him as I start to walk to my car.

"No, I'm not. I promise, I got this. It's going to be beautiful." He says, holding my shoulders, halting my movement.

"I hope so, McCain or I'm throwing your ass in jail." I tell him, prying his hands off me as I keep walking to my car.

"Ready to go?" Andrè asks me, leaning on the car.

"Yeah." I say and he opens the car door for me. As I am entering the car , he kisses my cheek and I stiffen.

Why would he do that in front of all these people?

Not that I mind, but I don't want them knowing my business.

He noticed my reaction and he steps away from me, going to the driver side. He enters the car and starts driving.

The drive to my house is so awkward. We didn't talk throughout the whole ride. Andrè parks the car in the underground parking lot and I exit the car.

"What was that back there?" He asks me and I stare at him, confused.

"What was what?" I ask.

"When I kissed you on the cheek, you looked like you didn't like that." He says, folding his arm.

"Because I didn't. Well, that came out wrong. I'm not really big on PDA." I tell him.

"Are you sure it's not because you're ashamed of me?" He asks, raising his voice.

"What? No. I am not ashamed of you. I just felt like weird. I don't want to be romantic with any guy in front of my workers, it gives them something to gossip about." I tell him, shrugging.

"Oh, please. They get enough scoop on you from the gossip blogs. You're just ashamed of me. It's because I'm your driver, isn't it?" He asks, coming close to me.

I back up until my back hits the cold exterior of my car.

"Why are you so upset?" I ask him.

"Because you've been doing this for weeks, Val. You don't want anyone to know we were hooking up, you don't want anyone to know you're pregnant with my child and it's all because of one reason. You're ashamed of me. You're my employer and I'm your employee. What was I expecting? That you would love me?" He scoffs.

"Hell, you can't even love yourself that's why you latch on to every guy and sleep with them for validation." He says and my hand instantly meets his cheek.