Guilty In Love ✔

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Quote of the day:  Be happy for every little achievements of you and your friends that way you prepare for the bigger achievements.

   Ashley stared at Greg who was seated with eyes closed. Ever since that night a week ago that he had left her house urgently Greg had been distant. He hadn't made any remark or said anything that wasn't in line of work, and she hated it. She really loved it when he would rile her up unnecessarily, but now he had been nothing short of a cold boss. Maybe he had decided that they will be better off being nothing but Boss and employee.

  Ashley felt weird, she wondered how she would survive this four days trip with him. They were on a business trip. It wasn't her first business trip for the company, it was the first one she would be going on with her new boss.

  Ashley kept on staring at him, she was sure he could feel her staring, but she really didn't care. She wanted to know why he became so distant. He had been giving silly excuses to spend time with her before, but now he didn't say anything to her more than.

"Good morning, Miss wells."  Yes he went right back to calling her Miss Wells.

"Can you bring those files to my office."

"Have you gone through the contract?"
 
  He didn't even keep her later than her work time anymore, neither did he offer to drive her home anymore. She doesn't even call him Greg again, it seemed they were no longer on that level of friendliness.

   To say she was hurt was an understatement, she felt trampled. He had no right to play with her that way, but thinking about it now, she really deserves anyway he treats her. 

  She will just continue with the whole professional front he was trying to put up, if it gives him peace of mind. 

   "We are at the Castello hotel sir." She heard the driver say through the intercom. Oh yes, they were in a fucking limousine.

   Greg steered up and his eyes met hers for a second. Ashley could swear she drowned in those eyes for that few seconds. She was hopelessly drawn to this guy for whatever stupid reason she couldn't fathom.

  She opened the door and came down before she could make a fool of herself, she clearly needed a break from Greg Marshall. She saw that a butler had loaded off their suitcases and was already wheeling it into the hotel, she wondered if they had been informed of their arrival before hand.

  Greg came down and just walked into the  hotel without a glance at her, she followed him, her purse in hand.  He didn't stop at the reception, just kept on following the butler who led them into a suite. It was magnificent to be candid, it looked like a place you would set aside for a prince or something, she wondered how much he must have paid to get this.

   "Where do you want these, señor Marshall?" she heard the butler asking motioning to the suitcases. The man had a thick Spanish accent, that sounded really unique, she found herself wishing she had one also.

  "Place the black ones in my room, and the lady's own in the next room," Greg said and the butler walked off. She wanted to ask if he knew the rooms Greg was talking about, but with the way he walked away, it seemed like it wasn't the first time Greg was here.

   "We have a meeting in five hours Miss Wells, so I will like for you to be ready," Greg said with a cold voice.

  "Yes, Mr Marshall," Ashley said with a similarly cold voice. Greg flinched at her voice, he mustn't have been expecting it, but she didn't mind.

  "I will be going to my room now," he said, and walked away like he was in a hurry to get out of her presence.

  Ashley walked round the suite trying to see how large it was, but words clearly couldn't describe this place. It was too beautiful, she even found a door leading to a private pool. It had to be the presidential suite, and why will he be given the presidential suite? It must be part of the privileges of having such money, well inheriting such money and position.