The Anonymous

Chapter 12: Dinner Wars

Aeon point of view****

I felt so groggy stepping off the plane because I only slept for two hours. Jérôme told me that I was sleeping soundly on his shoulders most of the time. Until Ashton accidentally dropped his laptop on the floor. The impact created a loud BANG!. Causing me to jump out of my sleep in fright. I was livid with him. My heart was beating fast, and I was unable to fall back asleep. For the remaining 4 hours, I was up the whole night.

The driver took us to our destination, The Ritz hotel. And might I say, it was a grand hotel stunning, top of the line. The old mansion had white pillars and brown bricks along the outside, and a refined posh atmosphere on the inside. I honestly felt like a princess, it's cliche to say, but I have to be honest. The front desk clerk checked told us that we will stay in the penthouse suite.

Ashton broke the silence on the elevator. "Jérôme, you take the room on the left side. Aeon, and I will take the rooms on the right side."

"Fine with me," Jérôme said, casually exiting the elevator.

The penthouse had an unusual design; it was a cabin theme with brown and caramel-colored walls with fancy yellow lights that illuminated exposing the craftsmen ship of the walls. My bed was a massive bed with pillows galore. I felt like passing out right then and there. The concierge brought are bags to the suite. I decided to take a shower and then jump into bed.

"Fresh out of the shower, Ashton appeared out of nowhere. I was still in my towel and baffled by his appearance."

"How did you?" I said, turning around to face him while backing up on my bed.

"When I booked the rooms, I made sure to inquire about "connecting rooms." So that I will always have access to you."

"Ashton, that doesn't sound normal." I was so annoyed with him overstepping his boundaries again. You didn't even knock. I could have been naked. Veraciously, I didn't know how to feel about Ashton over-stepping again, should I be turned-on or angry? However, my understanding of cognitive dissidence was leaning towards the latter.

I need to stand my ground. "Ashton, has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that maybe-just-maybe, I need some privacy," I said confidently. So he knows, I mean business.

Ashton looked at me coldly, not taking his eyes off my body as he smirked with his hand in his pocket. "You need privacy, or you need someone else in here with you."

"I beg your pardon."

"You heard me," he repeated coldly."

"Ashton Y------my words were cut off,  "Dinner will be in 5minutes, wear something "decent, he firmly stated with his back turning around leaving me naked and confused.

Six minutes later, dressed in a black turtle neck and a green-leather skirt with some black sandals. I couldn't bother to pick out something "decent" according to Ashton. I was exhausted from the long flight. I just wanted to go to sleep. However, going to sleep hungry was the worst feeling in the world. I made my way out towards the living room of the penthouse. Jérôme and Ashton both dressed, waiting for me by the door.

"I said, five minutes," Ashton scold at me.

"Ashton chill shes here, isn't she," Jérôme said.

I smiled at him, Ashton walked out of the room, annoyed.

As I walked with Jérôme towards the elevator, "I'm not sure what's up with Ashton, he's always pretty mixy, but it seems to be getting worse."

"No, that's how he is, he will cool off."