Chapter 59 We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together
Ashley
The Georgia sun was already punishing, but Ashley didn’t slow her pace. Her oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes and her ponytail bounced with every step. Her go-to lavender latte was waiting for her when the run was done.
AirPods in. Volume up. Confidence on.
The screen lit up—
AliKat, FaceTime Incoming—
Ashley grinned, breathlessly answering as she slid her sunglasses to the top of her head.
“Okay, first of all—the proposal post?” she said, before Ali could even get out a hello. “Literal chills! Brant cried.”
Ali blinked on-screen, hair damp and coffee mug in hand. “Wait. Y’all were talking?”
“Keyword: were,” Ashley replied, flicking her wrist with flair. “We’re done. I mean it this time. I boxed up his sneakers and everything.”
“No,” Ali said slowly, brows rising. “You didn’t.”
“I did. Even the fancy ones that he never wore.” She sighed dramatically. “I finally figured it out—I don’t want someone who texts me when it’s convenient. I want someone who looks at me the way Dylan looks at you.”
Ali’s expression softened. “Damn right.”
Ashley hesitated, biting her lip before dropping her voice. “I actually…might have agreed to go on a date next week.”
Ali perked up immediately. “Oh?”
“Yeah, the oldest son of the Rise and Grind family—it’s fun. Light. No strings.”
But then her gaze catches on a too-familiar figure in a fitted gray athletic tee, cutting across the path with a perfectly smug smirk
Damon Scott.
The District Attorney. Her sworn nemesis. Satan’s spawn in running shoes.
She mutters into her phone, “Shit, I gotta go. The spawn just showed up.”
Ali snorts on the other end. “Tell Damon I said hi.”
She ends the call just as he falls into stride beside her, effortlessly matching her pace.
“You stalking me now, Damian?” she asks, voice syrupy-sweet and venom-laced.
The annoyance flashes in his eyes, sharp and immediate. “You know it’s Damon,” he bites. “And if I were stalking you, I’d at least bring coffee.”
“Try holy water next time.”
He smirks again, unbothered.
She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a longer conversation. She picks up her pace, tossing a breezy, “See you in court, Scott,” over her shoulder.
And just like that, she disappears into the trees, ponytail swishing behind her.
Baby…let the games begin.