"I will ruin everyone and everything that stands in my way. Even him"
Aria Middleton is a Made Woman.
Being haunted by nightmares of the past is what drives her to be the Queen of the chessboard. The most important piece. She feeds off of the miser...
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Waking up next to the view I wake up to is a luxury not many people can encounter. I am lying in bed thinking about yesterday's events though they should be of no importance to me. Turns out Ash did want to talk, confront, the ambush-however way I perceived it. He wanted to know if the footage was real and if it was the reason for Choi Wong's sudden casualty.
I know what I did was impulsive, not thought through enough even if no one knew who I am-if Choi's organization found out who murdered him then I would have a much bigger target on my back. If this reaches the Guardian, our chances of succeeding are restricted.
I roll around in my bedsheets and stretch tight muscles. God, I love my bed. I frown, shifting and smelling a scent of a specific cologne. I shrug and jump out of bed, on the rare days that I do get to sleep in it. I freshen up and open my walk-in to the middle where my fitness outfits are.
I am deciding on my fitness session for this morning, probably a run on the treadmill, some squats, and leg work. I choose black sweatpants and a creme white bra-top. In ten minutes with some time to spare since I will not wear make-up today-I am far too exhausted-I make my way to the kitchen but stop dead upon entering.
Ash Sullivan is eating my apple while on his cellphone-he is calm as if he is in his natural habitat, a known environment to me. "Jesus Christ, what is your problem!" I shout. Ash only bites into another piece of the apple without lifting his gaze to me.
"Manier things. Good morning." He smirks but it quickly fades after he reads a text, firing up an answer back that I know for a fact is not pretty. I notice he is wearing a white shirt and black sweatpants today. Did he sleep here?
"It would be if my house wasn't invaded." I scoff, he rolls his eyes before opening my fridge to take some yogurt out. What is happening right now? "Do you always go through people's things without permission?"
"No, just yours. Here, breakfast." I didn't even notice him pour a portion into a bowl of chopped-up fruits or see him mix it. He places the bowl in front of me. I stare at the bowl, "it's not poisoned."
It's poisoned. "Why are you making me breakfast? Why are you in my house, again-in less than ten hours."
"I slept here."
I blink once, twice, and repeat the action, "You're joking."
"Yes, unfortunately, but you should've seen your expression." He takes another bite of the apple. When did I even buy those? "Fine. I want to train you, personally. There's a socialite party that I have to attend. I have reason to believe it can help us reach our targets. That and the fact that the invitation specifically asked for you."
My spoon stops midair, "Me?" I frown, "why?"
"Perhaps you should ask the Mayoral Committee that question when you meet them-prepared." I continue eating the fruit salad because I am hungry and will not waste a good fruit salad. It used to be my on-the-go breakfast, a few years ago.
