Ashton saw the new receptionist at his recording studio as he walked into one of the sound booths. She was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen, himself included.
He loved the way her hair was naturally curly whenever she stayed the night at the studio and couldn't straighten it. He thought it looked so beautiful on her.
He loved the way her voice sounded, all airy and feminine.
He loved the way she would squeal like a giddy schoolgirl whenever the band had a good recording.
He loved the way she always smelled of Starbucks and looked like she came out of a fashion blog.
He loved the way she looked beautiful in anything, be it sweats or guchi.
He loved the way she would talk smack about the recording label director in the break room.
He loved the way she smiled.
He loved the way she was so innocent yet so…fierce at the same time.
He loved the way she always walked with certainty. He loved the way she was clumsy and walked into the doorframe after giving a very enthusiastic speech.
He loved how unpredictable and how feisty she was. She was like a lion and a cobra all in one and snapped at anyone who talked badly about some of the bands recordings.
He loved the way she defended everyone but hated most of them.
He loved how she looked so philosophical and so aloof at the same time.
He loved the symmetry of her face.
He loved how crass she was, it was very becoming.
He loved the way she touched his arm when sometimes speaking.
It was after 5 months that Ashton decided to make his move.
He decided to send her a letter:
I shall seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and control you.
I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you grunt and groan.
I will make you beg for mercy.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I leave you.
And you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu.
It was of course anonymous. It wasn't until two days later that she came into his room and he put his dick in her.
Wow he sure does love her. Happy birthday I sucked and yeah,. (so did you)