Page 99 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“It’s rough, I know,” Dylan murmured near her ear before moving on to peer in each room.

Oh. He’s doing a walkthrough.

Dylan was doing his job, even now. And suddenly Ashley had more appreciation for him, that he took his job seriously.

Hot.

“It’s a little more… bare than I’m used to,” Cameron admitted, and motioned her forward. “But I’m only renting while I’m here for filming.”

The couch and matching chair were all sharp lines and stiff corners, but the television was large, and there was a giant egg-shaped beanbag-looking chair tossed on the other side of the couch. It was entirely gray and beige and harsh white.

The lights were bright and downright offensive after all the warm sunlight they’d absorbed that day.

“It’s nice,” she said softly. Was her voice echoing?

“The couch is comfier than it looks, I promise,” Cam said, a soft smile on his lips.

River walked right in, toeing off his shoes by the door—Ashley followed suit—and… waited.

“We’re clear,” Dylan said, returning from his walkthrough.

As if that’s what Cam and River were waiting on, they dispersed for showers, and Dylan followed them after encouraging Ashley to make herself at home.

So this is where he’s been staying,she thought, eying the opulent steel.

Ashley’s house was full of outdated furniture and cozy rugs covering the carpet she and Dylan had a hand in staining as little kids.

The tile floor beneath her feet was cold even through her socks, and chills were pebbling her arms.

She resisted the urge to snoop. Barely.

The kitchen and bar was to her left, white cabinets with marble countertops and more of that bright lighting.

It felt cold and impersonal, and not at all what she would’ve imagined an omega’s home to look like. It felt wrong for Cameron, and she couldn’t shake it.

The beanbag was ultra comfy, and Ashley sank into it. It separated her from the couch, from the others. Gave her a bit of space from them and this life they had.

Alone, Ashley sucked in a deep breath and was hit with only a faint scent of Cameron. Weird. He’d lived here for over a month. Why was his scent absent from the central room?

Why are you trying to sniff him out, anyway?

Ashley huffed and pulled out her phone, aiming to decide what she wanted for dinner.

She’d gotten fancy pasta at the high-class restaurant the night before, so maybe she’d make them all suffer with greasy fast food.

No. She wanted to see Cameron with the basket and checkered paper, not takeout boxes, so she kept scrolling.

They could save that for another day.

Another day?

Ashley swerved right around that realization, refusing to face it just yet.

River was the first to return, and looked awfully smug about it. He carried with him his own scent, sweetened by whatever soap he’d used.

He dropped down onto the couch and arched a brow. “Picking dinner?”

“Not without me!” Cam said, practically sliding into the room on his socks.

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