"Oh, I am so sorry...I didn't see you there handsome! oh shit I spilled my drink on you !! I am so sorry!"

A woman who was staring at Ashton for like 30 minutes spoke trying to sound seductive while placing her hands on his toned chest where the drink has just spilled.

Ashton knew these tricks quite well and her voice was giving him a headache already.

Lifting her hand from his chest he moved back from her.

Without even bothering to give her a reply he made his way to the washroom.

Removing his shirt while looking at himself in the mirror he started washing the stain under the faucet.

Next, he moved towards the hand dryer and placed his shirt under it.

"You know I can't Vi!! He is going to kill me if he finds out!!......I....I am hiding in a washroom cubicle"

He was cleaning his shirt when a girl's voice came out. Ashton was amused that a girl could talk on her phone so loudly while hiding in the men's room.

"I'll see if he is still there!! Okay? Will call you later...bye!"

She slowly came out looking here and there and then her innocent eyes fell on that perfectly muscled back of a man and she shrieked with surprise.

He turned around to come face to face with an average girl with small brown eyes and plain hair.

Wearing a big baggy shirt and black jeans, her hair tied in a messy bun and face devoid of even an eyeliner.

He lost interest in her and refused to acknowledge her.

He turned his back to her again and proceeded to dry his now stain—free shirt.

"Are you a freaking pervert!! Standing in girls washroom like this!! You want to do a strip show go do it outside!!"

He sighed not expecting her to be a little firecracker with no mind.

He again turned around to look at her and she again reacted

"What? You don't understand English? Should I speak French? hmmm....ya....ce....le... toilette filles...."

He smirked at her crooked words

"It is "c'est Les toilettes des filles.....idiota"

"Whatever, now get out before I scream and call the security!"

He was getting irritated with her, his shirt was still wet and this girl was not letting him even stand here.

"What?? Are you ignoring me!! I said get the hell out you pervert!!"

He did the opposite, It was time to teach her a lesson of respect.

He started moving towards her and saw her eyes flickering between his toned chest and his eyes.

"Wha...What are you doing?"

His face was stone cold like always, getting a reaction out of him meant you must have done something big.

She was going to scream when they heard some male voices coming towards them and as soon as the door handle moved she was pushed back inside the cubicle with a big hand muffling her scream.

"Man I am wasted tonight!! My head is already bursting!"

"You even stole my shots!! What do you expect !"

"By the way where is Ashton? Didn't he say he was going to the washroom!"

"I don't know man!! He is the mysterious one, what can I say?"

The girl had her eyes wide staring at the Adonis—like chest of the man in front of her.

They were both standing in a cubicle with his hand on her mouth, his naked chest touching her and his eyes looking at the cupboard above her head.

The wheels rotated in her mind and once the realisation came upon her she stared at those cold eyes with regret and fear.

This was mens washroom!!

Soon the men left the washroom and she found him moving back from her instantly as her touch burned him.

She found a blush coming up her pale cheeks and she could no longer look at those eyes.

"I.....is.. this..... men's washroom...?"

She asked, afraid of his reply.

He didn't reply, instead, he proceeded to put on his shirt and with one final cold look at her, he was out of the washroom.

Ashton returns to his seat. His friends asked him why he's been away for so long. He just made up a random excuse and disn't say anything about the girl.

The stupid girl was not worth much mention anyways, he thought.

As soon as he thought so his eyes involuntarily landed on her face in this entire place.

That stupid girl was shifting her weight from one leg to another as a boy was what looked like scolding her.

Her head was down in defeat and she was moving her head in a no.

Then unexpectedly her eyes met his, and he felt strange all of a sudden.

He wanted to shift back his gaze to the beautiful girl standing next to him but couldn't do it.

There was a pull in her eyes that was stopping him

"Ash man what are you looking at?"

"Nothing"

He said and gulped the leftover drink in one go.

The next time his eyes fell on her, she was being dragged out of the club with the boy holding her hand firmly and her head held down in defeat.

Just when he was going to look away from her, her head tilted to the right and her eyes caught his stare for the second time.

She spoke a word which looked like a sorry and with one last look she was out of the club.

Ashton didn't even know her name, but if he had been closer, he would have heard the boy pulling her away and calling her—Elle Hamilton.

The youngest of three children of the family Elle was always the odd one.

Her elder brother Thomas was a university topper and now a top neurosurgeon. He had his looks from his mother and with those grey eyes and brown hair, he was a heartbreaker for sure.

Her elder sister Rosaline Hamilton was an epitome of female perfection. With blonde hair and grey eyes, she was a top model in New York City with her commercials going on day and night on the TV and her posters everywhere you go.

The youngest one was our dear Elle Hamilton,25 years of age with average looks.

Brown hair, brown eyes and light brown skin unlike white pale of her siblings and parents.

She was not soft—spoken like her sister, instead, you may call her a disrespectful brat if you get to have a bad encounter with her.

Today, Elle and her friends came to the club. She was found by her brother before she started to eat and soon brought home by her brother.

10:42pm The Hamiltonians sat at the kitchen table and watched their young daughter Elle.

Mrs Hamilton's voice screaming at a high pitch

"Didn't I say not to go Elle!! I said you are grounded!! Now, do I need to lock you in your room next time!"

The girl rolled her eyes but still kept silent.

"Elle child you should listen to your mother. You are no longer a kid, rolling eyes like a 12—year—old are not acceptable."

"But dad—"

"Not a word Elle, your dad will not take your side this time! Just look at your sister! Learn something from her!"

"Like how to be a bitch"

She said slowly but her mother still heard her.

"Elle!! Don't you dare call her that when you can never be like her!! She is soft—spoken, gentle and has etiquettes unlike you who is just an embarrassment"

The last line came out low but she still heard it.

"Softly spoken my foot!! It is just a veil...she is double—faced and I can never be like her!! "

"Elle just say sorry and let it go! Why are you making it a big deal?"

Her brother Thomas said

"I am making it a big deal!! You were making it a big deal when you dragged me out of that club and told her !!"

"Elle you can't go to that club alone !! Why don't you understand!"

"I was not alone! Ve was with me and what's the big deal! You never stop Rose from going!! Then why me!!

"Stop comparing yourself with Rose Elle, you are not her!!"

"Exactly my point mom!! I am not like her so stop Fu*"** comparing me with her every damn time!!"

With this, she was gone and next they heard the voice of a door slamming shut.

"This girl is just a disgrace!! The words she uses!! god, forbid if anyone from my royal family hears her!

I don't know what to do with this child!"

"Maybe if she gets married, she will learn to be responsible?"

Mr Hamilton suggested and everyone saw a point there.

"I will begin looking for suitable matches tomorrow only but I don't want Elle to know about this"

Everyone nodded and went their own way to call off the night.

Her pillow was wet with teardrops, her eyes swollen and her mind in a turmoil.

This was nothing new since childhood she was always neglected and ignored one.

Her mother never gave her the kisses like she gave Rose,

Her mother never tapped her head and said she was proud of her like she did for Thomas.

She never prepared her favourite meal and soon her brothers and sisters favourite became her own favourites.

She lived in their shadows and that's how her life has been till now.

She wasn't successful like her siblings and she did get to hear it from relatives that she was a disgrace.

She gave everything but got nothing in return.

She avoided going to parties because she hated hearing others talk about how undeserving she was.

She held a degree of veterinary but everyone just laughed at her choice of career.

"One child is saving lives, the other is a top model and the third one is working in a barn, covered in hay, giving deliveries to a calf."

These were the words she heard some elite women at a party laugh about and that also at her face.

"Why can't I be like them? Why am I a disgrace..." She said in sobs and fresh tears escaped her lips.