Guilty In Love ✔

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Quote of the day: Don't give up, don't give in, till you reach the end and you start again, don't leave, try everything, try even though you will fail.

Greg folded his hands, listening to the four directors as they all discussed their view on the issue. He watched them with keen interest, they were all older than him, three of them were in his fathers age bracket, while the last one was just a decade older than him and he was there to represent his father, so you can already guess. The four members of the board of directors of Marshall enterprises were all old.

Can't they just retire like his father?

Greg had a hard time understanding why they were still interested in company work. Right now his mind was somewhere else, he couldn't help thinking about Ashley. She wore that blue gown again, he felt that she wore it on purpose, does that mean she was going to date him?

Knowing Ashley he couldn't jump into conclusion, she was highly unpredictable.

She had looked so different, the huge difference was because of her hair, it was the first time he was seeing her letting it down, and it was perfect.

He chuckled lightly when he remembered the look on her as he told her to go buy a new dress, it wasn't really necessary. He could have controlled himself very well around her, at least he has had to put up with her sexiness for a long time now, but today she was just too sexy and he didn't want this old men seeing her that way.

He was the only one who had the right to see her that way.

Just as he finished registering that thought in his mind he heard a soft knock on his door he knew then that Ashley was back, his heart did a little dance of joy, he had no idea why, it wouldn't be the first time he was seeing her today.

The door opened quietly, she walked in with a smile on her delicate features holding a tray with five coffee mugs in hand. He couldn't hide the look of shock on his face, but it wasn't her smile that had him shocked, neither was it the tray in her hand, that coffee was indeed much needed for this meeting.

Then why was he shocked?

It was her dress.

Ashley was smart, he knew that, and she did buy a new dress as he had said.

She was in fact putting on a new dress, then what was the issue?

The dress was exactly the same design as the one she wore before, but just in a different colour. This one was black, but it was still the exact fucking model and design, the dress was hugging her body so tightly, he found it hard to look away.

Ashley walked up to the small table in their midst and dropped the tray. He couldn't help but stare at her cleavage as she bent to serve each director a cup of coffee with that smile still plastered on her face. Her auburn hair cascaded around her, he just wanted to run his hands through it. He couldn't hide his annoyance as he watched her interactions with the men who were blatantly ogling her and making silly small talks with her.

She came up to him and gave him a sweet smile that appeared to be more genuine than the one she was giving to the others, she placed his coffee on the side stool beside him. He looked at the coffee and it was indeed cafe latte, looking up he met with her hazel eyes, he saw the beautiful glint in it, and for that short moment he was able to let go of the little anger he had garnered from the men ogling her.

Greg returned her smile and took a sip of his coffee still staring at her as she left his office.

"So, Mr Marshall," the rather soft spoken one among the men whose name was Mr Daniels called him, he looked at the man. "I get it is all good then?"