Fuck, well I’m not going to take it laying down. I’m going to do something to make Ashley mine. I just have to think it through. Maybe I could talk to Ashley and knock some sense into her.

What time is it? My car clock says 12:30 pm. Hmm, Ashley should be up already. I’ll drive down there and act as the concerned friend and manager.

So here I am walking through the swarm of paparazzi asking me for the name of the girl seen with Ashley the night before and I finally make it inside the building. I make it up to the penthouse and are met by James in the hallway.

“Hi James, is Ashley home?” I asked

“Yes, Mr. Travis but…” James tried to say something but I cut him off by saying, “Thanks James” and walked up to the door and used my key to get in.

As soon as I walked in to the door I saw a bra and shirt on the floor. Immediately my blood started to boil. As I continued looking around I noticed more discarded clothing on the floor. God I am so pissed. Then I hear noise coming from the kitchen so I walk over expecting to find Ashley but no it’s HER. I stand there with my arms folded across my chest glaring daggers in to her waiting to see if she notices me.

So when she didn’t I asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”

I saw her jump before whirling around and saying, “I should be asking you the same damn thing.”

“I’m here because of you. Thanks to you Ashley is all over the tabloids” I sneered

“What the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t do anything.” she shot back

“Follow me and I’ll show you,” I said coldly

So I walked over to the living room to the television and turned it to the entertainment channel and just as I expected Ashley’s story was on the screen and but they had already given the unnamed girl a name, Spencer Carlin. I watched Spencer watch the story. She had a frown on her face and when she heard her name she just rolled her eyes and groaned. They had figured out that she was Ashley’s ex and were recounting her relationship from 3 years ago. When the story was over I looked over to her and said flatly, “See it’s all your fault”