ASHLEY
"Wait, what? You finally fucked little miss perfect?" Asher shakes his head and stares at me with incredulous eyes. "What did you do? Chain her to the bed? Threaten her? Ply her with alcohol?" His eyebrows slash up at the last bit. "Alcohol. It has to be. I still doubt she would give into you sober. Ashton maybe but not you."
"Wow, thanks bro." I recline on the sofa in our game room and swirl my glass of brandy.
"No offense but I can't believe Demi somehow fell head over heels in love with you less than a month after you caught her smooching Ashton. Come on, she's only playing nice. Face the facts. I bet she considers last night an accident between you two. The alcohol probably dulled her senses and she let loose. Try to make love to her again tonight and see if she'll be willing."
"I don't have to try. I know she wouldn't let me anywhere near her but it's for a completely different reason, not because last night was a mistake."
