Chapter 21

• Rebecca
• I had just finished tweaking the draft the way I felt Ashton would like.
• Honestly, I wasn’t sure if he would like it; I wasn’t even sure Ashton liked anything. The man looked like he judged people for blinking too loud. But at that point, I had done all I could. If he didn’t like it, then he could go ahead and breathe fire or whatever powerful men who owned underground clubs and wore custom-made suits did when they were angry.