Dashawn
I smiled as Ashton walked into the club. He couldn’t make it until this afternoon. Cia told us he was spending time with his family first. She squealed and ran to him.
“Is that him?” My dad asked. He, my uncle, and I were playing pool and we stopped when the door opened.
“Well, I hope so, or else she’s kissing some random,” my Uncle Beast said.
“Yeah, that’s him. I’m telling you dad, he’s a great guy. He’s a hard worker. He rides. He isn’t after her money, his family has their own. He even has a trust fund and could live off of it, but he doesn't. He hasn't even touched it and he’s twenty-eight. He told me he’s had access to it since he was twenty-one. He had a sister, who he claims is spoiled as h*ll, but she has a good heart. He has a little brother who just got ac
