The watch

Chapter 1: 2 on

The little white lacy things I had on were for wooing Lyle. I wanted to torment him, but not too much. I didn't want him to get a bit too desperate. It was a miracle my breasts stayed in my lacy bra as I bent over to pick up a piece of paper.

It was eight in the morning and I was up in lingerie, working. I'd tied up my long light brown locks of hair into a messy bun. My cheeks were flushed with frustration as I tried to find something , anything for a- I heard a yawn. Lyle was awake.

My heart raced. The boy I'd chased after my entire life finally noticed me and stuff happened and we got married two days ago. We were still on our honeymoon, though we haven't had sex. Yet.

Today, I was determined to change that. I focused  my attention back on the drawing I was working on. The straps that crossed around the back and front, I had no idea what to color them.

I heard another yawn, closer. My heart raced once more and I freed my hair from its prison. Biting my lip, I crossed my legs and ruffled my hair.  I released my lip as I heard his footsteps.

"Ashley," he said in a raspy voice. "Why are you up so early?"  He ran his hands through his tangled hair, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

What the hell.

To me, this wasn't a time to be acting cute. Especially as Lyle's eyes widened as he took what I was wearing.

Or rather the lack of.

I smiled softly. "Good morning."  I said. He slowly took me in, his raindrop blue eyes smoldering. I bit my lip again, and turned back to my work.

"To answer your question-" "What question?" Lyle interrupted. "-I am working on a new sketch." He didn't say anything. He only stepped closer to me. "Ashley." I blinked, deciding the straps to be a rich deep purple. That was one of my favorite colors. The other was white, hence the white lacy lingerie.

I was too aware of his gaze on me, of his eyes traveling  my body again. I set down the colored pencil before turning to him. His jaw tensed as I stood. "Are you hungry?" I asked to distract myself. I wanted to have sex, but maybe not right now.

He nodded, but made some food himself. He served me first, and I thanked him. He watched me barely touch my food, watched me only drink my orange juice.

I was finishing my fourth glass when  Lyle's knee brushed mine. We both froze, unsure what to do. So I got up, eased my plate and cup and got back to work on my draw- I mean sketch. Well that's what my boss told me to call it. So I did.

I stared at the picture for another five minutes before grunting in frustration. I went to the trash can by the sink to throw it out. I would start another one.

I turned. Go get some more paper and smacked into Lyle's chest. He blinked at me. I pulled away. "Um.. I'll be back." I said  with uncertainty as he set down his plate. I looked down as Lyle pulled me to him.

He kissed my hair, and dragged a hand down my waist. I gasped slightly, but held my tongue. You asked for this Ashley, dressing in all the little lacy things.  I bit my lip. "Lyle," I said as he leaned down to kiss me.

My cheeks heated as that hand that trailed down my waist continued around my hip to my backside. And as he pressed me harder to him..

I lost all reason in me.

Lyle pinned me to the wall, holding my wrists above my head. He pressed to me, groaning as I slowly trailed my tongue on his lower lip.

And then Lyle seemed to have lost reason because he released my wrists and trailed his hands greedily up my waist to my breasts. He pressed his lips to my neck and bit me. I moaned very softly. Not loud enough for him to hear.

His hands slid down my back, down, down- and stopped.  He pulled away, panting. I slid into a seat, my breathing as heavy as his.

As much as I wanted to stay with Lyle, I still had work and so did Lyle. My boss was ruthless and he expected everything to be perfect.

So I smiled at Lyle and went to our room. I opened my closet and threw on a dress and some heels for work. My boss had a dress code for work. It was total insanity in my opinion. But what did it matter?

About twenty minutes later, I was at my job. After kissing Lyle good bye, my boss called, telling me to hurry. I walked in the building, and was greeted by my boss himself. "Hello, Ashley." He said with a smile. "You have the sketch for me?" Jason Cole, my boss walked to me, his ice blue eyes unusually warm today.

I shook my head and smiled apologetically. "Sorry sir, I don't today." He waved it off. "Have it tomorrow." That was unusual. Normally Jason would've flipped. Why was he so happy today? A lady, clad in a tight black dress and six inch stiletto's, walked up to him. She had wine red curls and steely grey eyes. She was holding a stack of papers.

"This is Anastasia, my new assistant." Jason said to me. He must've seen the confused expression I tried so hard to hide. "Pleasure," Anastasia said and stuck out her hand to shake mine. Her hand was soft, but her grip was strong.

"Anastasia, this is Ashley." Jason said and turned to talked to her. "Well I have your new..." I stopped listening as I went to where my partner was. She was currently changing into something with a lot of straps. I smiled faintly as I realized that what she was wearing was one of my creations.

Her lips were stained red and her blue eyes sparkled. She turned to me. "There you are!" She said. Stacy Norcome, one of our models, looked at me with relief. "We need an extra model. Are you up for it?" I blanched. Me? On stage? With people judging me? Ha! No. Way.

"I don't-" "Great. Change into whatever you have underneath now." Stacy interrupted. I did what I was told. Stacy was scary. She was tall and intimidating. And if you got on her bad side...

I made that mistake a couple of years back. I can still remember the tang of the sewer, still taste the water. I shuddered. "Perfect." Stacy said and began to practice her walk. " You'll be next after me, then Anastasia and Kirsten. After, the rest of he models go around the room, showing off. Got it?"

I nodded quickly. "Good." So Stacy practiced once more, turning most of the male staffs heads. I walked on after her, forcing myself not to be shy, and not to turn away.

Most of the dudes stared at me, at my breasts bouncing with each step. I turned on my heel and walked back. "Good job, Ashley!" I heard Jason call. I blushed. He saw me.  Great. "I fully expect it will be better than ever tonight?" "Right. Sure." I lied, wiping my hands on a towel.

The only reason I was nervous was because Anastasia was glaring daggers at me.
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Hello. (Piano) Its me. Telling you the reason why I chose this song. I first heard this song on Pandora and I immediately fell in love with it!

I chose this song because of Stacy and Anastasia and Kirsten. This song literally describes them. (Except for Schoolboy Q's part)

I chose the clean version because I didn't want people to complain about the swears and references to marijuana and sex. But it you guys want to hear the dirty version, write  it in the comments.

That's all I will write for today dudes! Bye😘🤗!