With their shopping bags in hand, Ashton and Jenny finally left the boutique. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow over the streets. The cool evening breeze felt refreshing after spending so much time indoors.
Jenny turned to Ashton, eyes bright with excitement. "There's this really nice café nearby. Wanna check it out?"
Ashton groaned, shifting the bags in his hands. "Do I look like I have a choice?"
Jenny giggled. "Nope."
Ashton thought 'She's so pretty when she smiles hope I don't fall for her.'
Ashton sighed, adjusting the weight of the bags as they started walking. His arms ached from carrying them, and he couldn't help but think, 'I hate going out shopping with a women—whether it's my mom or any girl.'
"You know what Jenny, carrying all the bags for you reminds me of my mom. All the women are the same, I guess."
Jenny chucked , "That's something every women love."
After a ten-minute walk, they arrived in front of a cozy-looking café tucked between two buildings. Ashton narrowed his eyes at the sign above the entrance.
"L'Amour Café."
Wait a damn minute.
He glanced at Jenny, who was suddenly avoiding his gaze, her face tinged with a soft pink blush.
"…Jenny," Ashton said slowly, "is this a couple's café?"
Jenny twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. "W-Well… I mean, technically, yeah, but—"
Ashton smirked. "No wonder you looked so blushy when we got here."
Jenny's face burned even redder. "Shut up! It's not like that! They just have really good cold coffee…"
Ashton chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Let's get this over with."
They stepped inside, and the warm, cozy atmosphere greeted them. Soft instrumental music played in the background, and the lighting was dim but romantic. Ashton noticed that nearly every table was occupied by couples, either holding hands or giggling at each other like they were in a romance movie.
Great. Just great.
Jenny quickly walked toward an empty table by the window, and Ashton followed, setting the shopping bags down with a sigh of relief.
"Remind me never to go shopping with you again," he muttered.
Jenny laughed softly, still a little shy. "Noted."
A waitress approached them with a smile. "Welcome to L'Amour Café! Would you two lovebirds like to start with something to drink?"
Ashton opened his mouth to correct her, but Jenny quickly spoke up. "Two cold coffees without cream, please."
The waitress nodded. "Of course! I'll be right back."
Ashton leaned back in his chair, smirking at Jenny. "Lovebirds, huh?"
Jenny groaned, hiding her face behind the menu. "Just pretend you didn't hear that."
Ashton chuckled. "No can do."
A few moments later, their coffees arrived, and they started talking about random things—movies, school, and how ridiculous Darwin could be sometimes.
Ashton found himself surprisingly comfortable around Jenny. Unlike Freya, she wasn't constantly seeking attention. She was shy, a little awkward, but genuinely fun to talk to.
Then, in the middle of their conversation, Ashton casually removed his jacket, revealing a tight white T-shirt underneath.
Jenny went completely silent.
Ashton noticed her staring, her eyes flickering to his arms, then his chest, then back to his arms again. His muscles were well-defined, and in the dim lighting, they looked even more prominent.
Jenny swallowed. "You're… um… you're pretty huge. I never noticed."
Ashton raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Yeah?"
Jenny nodded, then hesitated before biting her lip. "Show me your palm."
Ashton blinked but held out his hand. Jenny slowly placed her palm against his, her smaller hand looking almost tiny in comparison.
Then, as if testing something, she slid her fingers between his, interlocking them.
Ashton's smirk deepened. "You're pretty confident to do that on the first meeting."
Jenny instantly turned bright red, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she bit her lip, avoiding eye contact. "I-I was just checking the size difference…"
"Right," Ashton said, amused.
They sat like that for a moment—her small, nervous fingers entwined with his much larger ones. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension.
Jenny finally let go, retracting her hand quickly. "S-Sorry, I—"
"Relax," Ashton said with a chuckle, picking up his coffee. "Didn't say I minded."
Jenny bit her lip, her face still warm.
She was definitely nervous. But Ashton?
He was enjoying this way too much.
Lost in conversation, Ashton and Jenny barely noticed the time passing. The warmth of their coffee and the dim, intimate lighting of the café made everything feel strangely comfortable, as if they had known each other forever.
"I didn't think you'd say yes to a fashion show," Jenny said excitedly, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "After all, good-looking guys are always rude."
Ashton raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Really? That's the stereotype?"
Jenny nodded. "Mm-hmm. Most of them act all high and mighty, thinking they're too good to talk to people."
Ashton chuckled, leaning back. "Some people think I'm an egoistic because I don't talk much. But the truth is—I'm just not the type to speak a lot."
Jenny tilted her head playfully. "In case you haven't noticed, you've been babbling a lot with me."
Ashton paused, sipping his coffee, as if considering something. "I think no one is actually introverted," he said after a moment. "We talk more when we're around people we feel comfortable with."
Jenny's expression softened. "That's true. I completely agree."
A brief silence settled between them, but it wasn't awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt natural, like neither of them needed to rush to fill it.
Then Ashton spoke again. "Do you have any siblings other than Emily? You give off an elder sister vibe."
Jenny had just taken a sip of coffee when she suddenly choked, coughing into her napkin.
Ashton frowned, concerned. "You okay? Here, have some water."
Jenny waved him off, still coughing but managing to take a small sip of water. "Yeah, I'm good," she muttered.
Ashton quickly realized his mistake—she had reacted because he had unintentionally implied she seemed older. Meanwhile, Jenny subtly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, looking flustered.
"I have a little brother," she admitted after a moment, her tone noticeably less enthusiastic. "He's in the same college as you, in your batch."
"That's great. What's his name?" Ashton asked, genuinely curious.
Jenny made an uninterested face before replying flatly, "It doesn't matter. He's a delinquent."
She looked uncomfortable talking about him, so Ashton didn't press further. Instead, he let the conversation shift naturally.
"You tell me," Jenny said, resting her chin on her palm. "How many exes do you have?"
Ashton smirked slightly but shrugged. "I don't have any."
Jenny blinked. "What? No way. I don't believe you. You're lying."
"I've never dated anyone in my life," he admitted simply.
"Why?" she asked, leaning in slightly, intrigued.
Ashton hesitated for a split second before giving her a small, knowing smile. "I just never found anyone like you. That's why."
Jenny's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. She averted her gaze for a moment, but a shy smile tugged at her lips. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, they simply sat there, smiling at each other.
Then, as if deciding to shift the mood, Ashton reached up and pulled the rubber band from his hair, letting his long strands fall freely around his face. He shook his head slightly, making his hair sway messily before running his fingers through it, pushing it back.
Jenny, who had been watching the entire motion with wide eyes, exhaled almost dreamily. She propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm, completely mesmerizied.
"How are you so ridiculously sexy?" she blurted out before she could stop herself.
Ashton turned his gaze toward her, amused, and mimicked her posture—resting his chin on his palm as well. "They say when you're with someone beautiful, you look beautiful too."
Jenny pouted playfully. "Really? Where can I see myself, then? Tell me see how beautiful I am."
Ashton leaned in slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You can see yourself in my eyes."
Jenny's blush deepened. "Oh god! Stop! How are you so smooth with words?" She reached out and lightly smacked his arm.
Ashton laughed, shaking his head.
After a while, he glanced at hid watch. "It's getting late. Shall we head out?"
Jenny nodded. "Yeah, I already called my driver. He should be here any minute."
Ashton raised an eyebrow. "Driver? You mean a cab?"
Jenny hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I have a personal driver. My father hired him, especially for me."
Ashton leaned back, intrigued. "When you have a driver, why did you travel bypublic transport ?"
Jenny bit her lip, hesitating again. Then, in a soft voice, she murmured, "I just… wanted to travel by public transport." She paused, then added quietly, "With you."
Ashton smirked, seeing right through her. "So you thought it would be romantic, huh?"
Jenny's face turned crimson. "Ye-yeah…" she replied hesitantly.
Ashton chuckled, shaking his head.
After some time, a sleek, black luxurious car, pulled up in front of the café. Jenny straightened, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before turning to Ashton.
"This is my car." she said, motioning toward the car. "Come on, I'll drop you home."
Ashton raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. He was too tired to argue. They slid into the backseat, and as the car pulled away, Jenny turned to him.
"So, where do you live?"
"Red lane Street" Ashton replied casually, leaning back against the plush leather seat.
For the first time that evening, silence settled between them. The warmth of the café had faded, replaced by the cool, distant presence of a third party—the driver. Jenny remained quiet, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the seat. Ashton, too, didn't feel the need to speak. It wasn't awkward, just… different.
A short while later, the car slowed to a stop in front of Ashton's apartment. He glanced at Jenny, who offered him a bright, cheerful smile.
"Goodnight," she said, waving as he stepped out.
Ashton smirked, nodding. "Goodnight."
The car sped off, and he glanced at his watch. 8 o'clock.
His thoughts immediately drifted to his mother. Mom should be home by now. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his messages.
Mom: You'll have to order something for your aunt. I'll be working late today.
Mom: Don't wait for me. I'm doing overtime. Go to bed early.
Ashton blinked at the screen.
"Oh, hell nah…" he muttered, his voice echoing in the quiet street. A sense of dread settled over him as he realized exactly what this meant.
He was alone.
With her.
He was doomed.
He walks to his home and finds that the door is still unlocked. He walks in and calls his aunt but there was no reply. He checks in his mom's room, kitchen, Drawing room, backyard she was nowhere to be found. He then panics a little. There was only one room left where he didn't checked his own room.
He climbs the stairs and unlocks the door of his room, the room was dark with only the lamp on the table lit on. Aunt Ashley was sleeping on his bed with her laptop still on. He walks in and tries to wake her up but she was deeply asleep. Ashton called her again, no response. 'Out of the entire house why she had to sleep on my bed?' He walks towards his cupboard and changes his clothes and gets fresh letting her sleep. After he gets fresh, he walked closer to her and sat at his bed next to where she was sleeping.
She was facing the left side of bed, facing the wall, wearing loose t-shirt and shorts which revealed her thick thighs . She had her legs curled with her knees near her stomach which had her huge ass in a perfect round shape. Her hair scattered on the pillow. Her cheeks looking red and her face was covered in her hair. 'I hate to say this but she's so pretty.' Ashton thought.
"Aunt.. get up its late." This time, she let out a soft groan, shifting slightly before mumbling groggily, "Let me sleep, Ash…" Her voice was husky with sleep, barely above a whisper.. Ashton is now pissed. He now grabs her hand and pulls "Aunt wake up. It 8 o clock" He yelled this time. "Shupt up and swleep with me." she pulled Ashton's hand pulling him closer Ashton tries to pull back but, she didn't let go. She then grabs the back of his neck and pulls him on her chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Aunt stop! I can't breath" Ashton's voice pressed against her body.
"Aunt what are you… ?."