Ashley's POV

I looked at the lifeless body of Tristan on the floor. My heart raced, threatening to jump out of my chest.

"I didn't mean to," Waylen whispered as the sudden realization of what he had done finally hit.

I froze on the spot, not knowing how to respond.

"You killed him," I whispered.

Waylen ran his hands through his hair, now pacing the room.

I went to my knees, checking to see if Tristan was still breathing.

It took a while, but I felt his breath fanning against my cheek. I placed his head on my lap and checked to see if he had any pulse. Everything felt normal.

I sighed in relief happy to know that he was still alive.

But I was still not a medical doctor, he needed to get help.

"You need to call the ambulance," I demanded.

Waylen hesitated, staring at the phone on the counter.

"Now," I demanded, snapping Waylen out of his thoughts.

He frantically grabbed the phone from the counter.

"We can't call the ambulance," He spoke.

I looked at Waylen in disbelief. "A man is passed out on the floor, we need to call the ambulance," I tried to reason with him.

"No, no no...." He whispered. "You don't get the seriousness of this situation, imagine what would happen to us, he will throw both of us in prison." He shouted.

As unreal as this situation was, I can't believe he was acting this way.

"What if he dies on us?" I spoke.

"If anyone else finds out about this, who knows what could happen to either of us? You know how powerful he is. Both our lives will be destroyed by the media, we'll never be able to work again. We can't let this get out." He warned.

"This is just your fault, I didn't tell you to punch anyone," I spoke. Why was he involving me in his mess?

"I know you are having an affair with him!" He shouted.

He covered his mouth afraid that people from the outside would hear him.

"You and I are going to cover this whole thing up and make sure that no one ever finds out about this.

I stared at him in disbelief, this couldn't be the same man.

"If this gets out to the media, our lives would be ruined. You know what these powerful men are capable of. He is going to take his revenge out on us, you the law is always on the side of the one with the most power. You know he will bury us alive in this." He continued.

I couldn't understand his logic, a man was laying on the floor nearly dead and this is what he could think of.

"How can you be this selfish, I'm not about to turn myself into a murder," I spoke. "I'm not about to help you in whatever sick game you think you are playing," I added.

I gently moved Tristan's head from my lap. I stood up from the floor. I grabbed the phone from Waylen's hand, ready to make the call.

"If you make that phone call, I promise that I will ruin your life, Ashley." He spoke.

I looked up, his words grabbing my full attention. "You can't do anything to me," I spoke boldly.

"If you make that call, I will tell the police that this was all your fault. That you attacked him after he discovered that you were trying to swindle him and that you are nothing but a prostitute who sells her body to the guests here, that is why you brought me here to try and cover up your mess." He threatened.

He sounded so convinced in his lie.

"No one would believe that" I spoke. "I'm sure he is going to wake up and he will expose all of your lies," I spoke.

"Come on, you saw how drunk he was, do you really think he is going to remember any of this when he wakes up? The only thing he will do is put you in prison. Besides, who would believe you? You wouldn't be the first pretty girl that tries to swindle a billionaire." He mocked.

"You are a cold-hearted monster," I spoke.

"Don't be so dramatic. He is probably just passed out from the alcohol; he will wake up in a few hours and he will be completely fine. Hopefully, he forgets any of this ever happened." Waylen spoke nonchalantly.

How did I not notice this side of him before? All that time I was with him, and I never saw a glimpse of the man standing in front of me. How could I have been this stupid and naïve to have fallen for his tricks?

"I'm only doing you a favour; you wouldn't want your poor mother to find out that you are a whore now would you? The disgrace you would bring to your family. Let alone if you end up being thrown in prison." He mocked.

I wanted to show him that he was wrong, that his words couldn't weaken me and that it was just empty threats, but I found myself feeling completely hopeless. Maybe because I knew that he was partially right, Tristan would surely throw us both in Prison. Did I have any chance at winning by telling the truth?

Waylen turned around examining the room.

"We need to move him to the bedroom and make it look like he was sleeping the whole time." He spoke.

"Maybe there is something else we can do, maybe we could make an anonymous call or something. We can't just leave him like this, he needs help." I pleaded.

"Don't be stupid, we both know that we will end up getting caught. Our best bet is making it look like a bad night at the bar and that he came back here and went to sleep." He spoke.

Clearly, he wasn't thinking straight, there were so many loopholes in his plan.

Waylen got to his knees, pulling Tristan's arm over his shoulder. He slowly raised to his feet, carrying both their weight.

"I need you to take me to his bedroom," Waylen spoke. I could tell he was struggling.

I hesitated before leading the way to Tristan's room.

Waylen struggled, holding Tristan to the room, Tristan's legs dangling on the floor as they walked.

It took a while before we got to the bedroom.

"Open up the bedsheets," Waylen demanded.

I did so hesitantly, my hands shaking with guilt. Why did this feel like I was helping Waylen dig up Tristan's grave?

"This guy weighs a ton," Waylen whispered.

Waylen pushed Tristan down onto the bed, and then pushed his legs in. Waylen pulled the bedsheets over Tristan.

How he managed to carry Tristan into his bed without his towel falling off, my mind can't comprehend.

"What about when he wakes up, am I just supposed to tell him that he just has a hangover and that everything that happened was a bad dream," I spoke.

I looked at Tristan laying on the bed. My eyes whelmed up in tears, I couldn't believe I was helping Waylen get away with this.

"Lie to him however you want, you must be great at it since you managed to cheat on me with this guy for so long." He spoke bitterly. "If you mention to anyone that I was here, you know what will happen to you." He threatened. "You and I both know that your family still needs you."

He sighed. "Why don't you be a good girl and make sure that our little friend doesn't die through the night."

I watched him as he walked away from the bedroom. Minutes later, I heard the front door shut. He was gone.

I looked over at Tristan, I couldn't believe I was doing this to him after he had been nice enough to let me keep my job despite the awkward encounter.

I went to my knees and prayed. God was just going to forgive me for all the times I lied that I was sick so I wouldn't go to church and every other lie I told in between. He just had to help me out.

I walked to Tristan's bedside.

I moved my face closer to his.

My nose was met with his strong masculine scent, I found myself unable to resist taking in more of his scent. Just one sniff and I was an addict.

'No Ashley don't be creepy.' I reminded myself stepping away.

I was once again relieved that he was still breathing.

Maybe he would wake up soon, as soon as he makes any movements, I would leave before he notices.

My teeth chattered at the cold. My uniform was still wet and was now hugging my body. I needed to get out of these clothes before I got seriously ill.

I took my phone from my pocket; it was completely wet from the shower earlier. I tried switching it on to find it unresponsive. Great, another problem!

I grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Next, I left the room heading to the laundry room. Usually, most of our guests don't have washing machines or dryers in their suits, we just sent their clothes downstairs to the laundry room, but this suit pretty much had everything in it.

I unbuttoned my dress, feeling a cold breeze against my skin. I took it off and placed it in the tumble dryer. I'm sure in a few minutes it would be dry and ready for me to wear again.

I was left in nothing but my bra and underwear.

I took the towel, wrapping it tightly on my body.

I returned to the bedroom, I needed to check on Tristan again. I couldn't let him die on me, even if it meant I would end up in prison.

I was happy to know that he still looked okay.

I think I saw his head turn.

Just thinking about it, I realized how stupid this whole situation was. I couldn't believe that I had allowed Waylen to blackmail me into this. I should just let the police take him to prison and then see how it goes. Luckily, Tristan didn't seem to be too serious.

I hugged myself tightly as the cold breeze continued. The room was freezing.

What else could I do to warm myself up? I couldn't put on any of his clothes, that would also be against hotel policy not that I haven't broken too many rules already. Besides, I wasn't trying to leave behind clues of my presence here intentionally. My only option was to adjust the thermostat.

I found the remote control in the corner of the room. I pressed a few buttons to find it unresponsive.

Pressed two more buttons, but still no luck. The room was becoming colder.

This was nothing like the thermostats in the other suits. I sighed in frustration, but my stubbornness wouldn't let me give up yet.

I tried again having no luck. If my phone was working, this would be the perfect time to google. I returned the remote to its original position.

I hugged myself even tighter.

I turned around, looking at the empty spot next to Tristan, it looked so inviting.

"No," I whispered to myself.

Under no circumstances was I to get into his bed. I was only staying here long enough to make sure he was okay.

But maybe that meant it wasn't that bad of an idea to get into his bed. My dress would be dry in a little bit, and I would be out of his bed in no time as if none of this had ever happened.

"Just for a little bit," I whispered to myself.

I slipped under the bed sheets.

The sheets were cold for a while but within minutes, I felt warm.

As soon as I notice Tristan show any signs of conciseness I would leave before he even notices I was here. Maybe if I'm lucky he won't even remember I was here.

I stared at the ceiling, hugging the bedsheets.

My eyes slowly start to close. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

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I twisted in bed, smiling to myself. I don't know how long it's been since I slept this well. I felt the warm spot next to me as I extended my hand.

I squinted my eyes as the sunbeams entered the room.

Shot!

It was already morning; how did I end up oversleeping?

Just then, I felt a cold splash of water thrown over my head.

I up sat up straight, gasping for air at the sudden shock of the icy water against my skin.

I opened my eyes to an angry Tristan holding a water bucket.

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