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[sub][color=slategray]A [@smarty0114] & [@Universorum] collab
Featuring: [color=bd3f6e]Becca “Does It Even Work” Helmsley[/color] & [color=1667aa]Ashton “It Works” Lockhart[/color]
Location: Helmsley Family Suite[/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr]


Anyone who knew Becca well, could tell that she was fuming as she watched Henry up on stage, his Korean whore hanging off of him like some glorified sex puppet. Luckily, everyone who knew Becca well was preoccupied. Bailey was smashed, Brian was MIA and Ivy was at [i]Sofia’s.[/i] Ugh. That left her boys, the Elite, who were all off doing God knows what.  

Even Becca herself didn’t quite understand why she was so perturbed by Henry’s sudden liking for Min-ho. She liked casual sex, and Henry was good at sex. Was it too much to ask that he remain single, so she could continue fucking him without strings attached? 

Rolling her eyes, Becca began walking away from the stage before Henry could even finish his speech, stopping at the bar for a shot of tequila and a cocktail for the road, before heading up the stairs to her family’s personal area, near the captain’s room. She wasn’t about to soil herself in the fuckshacks down stairs.

Inside the Helmsley’s personal area, she wouldn’t find either of her siblings, or even solitude. There was someone already there: Ashton Lockhart. Ash had went up here alone after speaking with Brian. His work was done for the night, and he had no interest in spending time with the people that were going to be on the boat. However, he also didn’t have many options as far as leaving the boat went.

He’d been told by his boss that he was to be on the boat in case Brian needed help. Well, it’d been a few hours now, and Brian hadn’t needed even a single molecule of help. Ashton had just been sitting in this room, pleasantly alone, and surrounded by tons of trinkets and other things that it seemed rich people loved to display.

This included a small collection of feminine busts lining one of the walls, each laden with a necklace that seemed more expensive than the last. Ashton wasn’t very interested in them at first, but the longer he sat there, the louder they called to him. So, as the door opened for Becca to let herself in, Ashton was standing up and picking one of the necklaces up off of the bust.

Becca froze. There was a man in her room. No. Not a man. A boy. He couldn’t be any older than 17, and here he was, picking up one of her favorite, summer necklaces. Crossing her arms and cocking her head, she cleared her throat, announcing her presence. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Who the hell are you, and why the hell are you holding [i]my[/i] necklace? You know those are Swarovski crystals right? Do you even know what those are? That was handmade in Paris, by one of the greatest jewlers in the world, and you’re just putting your grubby hands on it?”[/b][/color]

Ash paused, and put the necklace down, back over the bust. He’d just grab it another time, he knew where it was now, and had a feel for how much it could be worth. Handmade in Paris? All he heard was ‘money, money, yeah, yeah.’ He turned around and looked over at Becca, [color=1667aa][b]“who the fuck are you, huh? I’m just lookin’, I can look at whatever I want.”[/b][/color]

[color=bd3f6e][b]“Who the fuck am [i]I[/i]? My family owns this fucking boat! Who the fuck are you?”[/b][/color] Becca was annoyed, even more than she had been. This ass just waltzes in and acts like he owns the place, touching her necklace and speaking to her like he was more important. Becca had learned a long time ago, that no one was more important than she was, and to let people presume otherwise was a mistake.

Ashton gasped, and put a hand against his chest, looking like he’d just sinned, as he spoke. [color=1667aa][b]“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.”[/b][/color] And then his face contorted into a sneer, [color=1667aa][b]“oh wait, no I’m not. I don’t give a fuck who you are, don’t be a cunt. Brian brought me up here because I don’t wanna hang out with the trash he invited onto this shithole.”[/b][/color] Ashton snapped back, flipping her the bird. [color=1667aa][b]“You got a problem with it? Talk to that motherfucker.”[/b][/color]

Who the fuck was this guy? No one talked to her like this! No one! [color=bd3f6e][b]“Oh my! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were mentally ill! I mean, you must be if you just talked to me like that,”[/b][/color] Becca retorted, her lips pursed and her eyebrows knitted together with a mixture of annoyance and intrigue. He’d peaked her interest.

Ash rolled his eyes and flicked his hand to dismiss her claims. [color=1667aa][b]“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you’re not used to seeing someone not quake and fuckin’ quiver because your last name is Helmsley. I don’t give a shit who you are.”[/b][/color] Ashton glowered in her direction, taking a step further. [color=1667aa][b]“[i]You[/i] are just another rich asshole in a long, unending line of rich assholes.”[/b][/color]

Becca stepped closer to the guy, smirking. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Nailed it. Money makes the world go round, friend. You, are a poor asshole, which means I, the rich asshole, have a lot more going for me.”[/b][/color] She cocked her head, and chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, before taking a seat on one of the chaises that were in the suite. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Do you steal every girl’s jewelry when you first meet them, or just the pretty ones?”[/b][/color] Becca inquired, taking a sip from her cup.

[color=1667aa][b]“I ain't your friend, so don't start with that shit. Rich or not, you're still an asshole.”[/b][/color] Ashton said in protest, [color=1667aa][b]“Uh, I don't see a pretty girl around here. Do you? I'm just robbing some annoying bitch. Plus, I put it back. Get off my dick.”[/b][/color] Ashton snapped. If he wanted to lift stuff from these people, he would. And he did, too, there was a pair of earrings already sitting in his pocket. 

Becca laughed. She had this way of going from hostility to amiability at the drop of a hat. It was scary sometimes, how easy she could flick the switch. As rude as this boy was, he was refreshingly uninterested in her, or her money. As self centered as she was, sometimes it was nice to have someone who didn’t care about what your last name was. [color=bd3f6e][b]“Get off your dick? You do realize that you’re on my boat, in my private suite, right? God, all you “bad boys” like to act the same. Just talk to me about your daddy issues so we can fuck and get it out of the way.”[/b][/color]

Ashton didn’t have any daddy issues, who did this chick think she was? He shook his head and rolled his eyes, [color=1667aa][b]“I think if [i]either[/i] of us have daddy issues, it’s the girl tryna get some random dude to fuck her. I’m not a bad boy, either, what are you on about? You [i]wish[/i] you had someone like me around all the time. But you don’t, so you get the chance and you try and be all coy and cute, but I see through your little scheme, you ain’t foolin’ me. And it isn’t your boat, pretty sure it belongs to your daddy.”[/b][/color] As Becca would probably learn very soon, Ashton wasn’t anything like Henry, Damian, or anyone else she normally hooked up with.

Becca rolled her eyes and laughed. He was going to drag the cat and mouse thing on for as long as he could, wasn’t he? [color=bd3f6e][b]“You got me, Edward Cullen! I’m drunk and want to have sex, how nefarious of me! Why is it that all guys want someone to put out, but the minute someone does exactly that, they act like she’s the one with problems? Fucking typical. Now, you’re right, it is my daddy’s boat, as is the security team you saw when you stepped aboard. The nice thing about them is, they work for me as well. I’m gonna put this simply, so you can understand, okay? You can stay, and give me a good time, or you can be escorted out. Personally, I see no downsides to the sex part, but hey, if something doesn’t work down there, then I guess I get it,”[/b][/color] Becca said, grinning. She’d missed this. The chase, the hunt, the inevitable reward. Maybe Henry and Min-Ho was a good thing.

She was goading him, baiting his pride. That truth was more than clear to him. [color=1667aa][b]“What the fuck’s an Edward Cullen?”[/b][/color] Ashton demanded, shooting a glare in her direction. [color=1667aa][b]“You want me to fuck you? Fine, whatever. Happily, maybe I’ll even take out some of my anger and aggression on you, huh?”[/b][/color] Ashton rolled his eyes, but seemed content to give her what she wanted. [color=1667aa][b]“Oh, and as you’ll learn, everything works just fine.”[/b][/color]

[color=bd3f6e][b]“It better.”[/b][/color]