Chapter Fifteen

Ashley stared at Greg who was seated with eyes closed. Ever since that night a week ago that he had left her house urgently Greg had been distant. He hadn't made any remark or said anything that wasn't in line of work, and she hated it. She really loved it when he would rile her up unnecessarily, but now he had been nothing short of a cold boss. Maybe he had decided that they will be better off being nothing but Boss and employee.

Ashley felt weird, she wondered how she would survive this four days trip with him. They were on a business trip. It wasn't her first business trip for the company, it was the first one she would be going on with her new boss.

Ashley kept on staring at him, she was sure he could feel her staring, but she really didn't care. She wanted to know why he became so distant. He had been giving silly excuses to spend time with her before, but now he didn't say anything to her more than.

"Good morning, Miss wells." Yes he went right back to calling her Miss Wells.

"Can you bring those files to my office."

"Have you gone through the contract?"

He didn't even keep her later than her work time anymore, neither did he offer to drive her home anymore. She doesn't even call him Greg again, it seemed they were no longer on that level of friendliness.

To say she was hurt was an understatement, she felt trampled. He had no right to play with her that way, but thinking about it now, she really deserves anyway he treats her.

She will just continue with the whole professional front he was trying to put up, if it gives him peace of mind.

"We are at the Castello hotel sir." She heard the driver say through the intercom. Oh yes, they were in a fucking limousine.

Greg steered up and his eyes met hers for a second. Ashley could swear she drowned in those eyes for that few seconds. She was hopelessly drawn to this guy for whatever stupid reason she couldn't fathom.

She opened the door and came down before she could make a fool of herself, she clearly needed a break from Greg Marshall. She saw that a butler had loaded off their suitcases and was already wheeling it into the hotel, she wondered if they had been informed of their arrival before hand.

Greg came down and just walked into the hotel without a glance at her, she followed him, her purse in hand. He didn't stop at the reception, just kept on following the butler who led them into a suite. It was magnificent to be candid, it looked like a place you would set aside for a prince or something, she wondered how much he must have paid to get this.

"Where do you want these, señor Marshall?" she heard the butler asking motioning to the suitcases. The man had a thick Spanish accent, that sounded really unique, she found herself wishing she had one also.

"Place the black ones in my room, and the lady's own in the next room," Greg said and the butler walked off. She wanted to ask if he knew the rooms Greg was talking about, but with the way he walked away, it seemed like it wasn't the first time Greg was here.

"We have a meeting in five hours Miss Wells, so I will like for you to be ready," Greg said with a cold voice.

"Yes, Mr Marshall," Ashley said with a similarly cold voice. Greg flinched at her voice, he mustn't have been expecting it, but she didn't mind.

"I will be going to my room now," he said, and walked away like he was in a hurry to get out of her presence.

Ashley walked round the suite trying to see how large it was, but words clearly couldn't describe this place. It was too beautiful, she even found a door leading to a private pool. It had to be the presidential suite, and why will he be given the presidential suite? It must be part of the privileges of having such money, well inheriting such money and position.

She looked through the glass wall, and smiled, she was definitely going sightseeing. Who knows this may be the first and last time she will be in Spain, this was Madrid and there were definitely a ton of places she would love to see. She wasn't going to ruin that because her boss was on his period.

She started looking for her room, she soon gave up because she doesn't want to make the mistake of entering into Greg's room. She decided she would just wait in the sitting room for him to show up, if he does. She saw the butler walk back in as she sat.

"Excuse me, Mr..." she looked at his badge for help and saw his name, "Cordova, do you mind showing me to my room."

"Si, Señorita," Señor Cordova said with a smile, and lead her to a door. Ashley opened the door and was welcomed into the most pretty and elegant room she had ever come across. The room was all blue, white and gold. The furniture were painted white and gold and the bed linens were blue along with the curtain. And finally making the room all the more heavenly was the blue translucent bulbs, they gave the room the admiring shade of blue as the rays bounced off the white walls.

"This is very beautiful," Ashley voiced out her opinion.

"Yes, the boss himself designed the room," Mr Cordova said.

"Oh, really?"

"Oh yes he stayed in this hotel for close to two years, he used the next room, while his lady friend stayed here. He had designed this room for her," he continued. She became enthralled in the story and wanted to know more, she was really interested in this boss who goes out of his way for his lover.

"That is so romantic."

"This suite is more than just a presidential suite to the boss, you know, he had spent his toughest times here," señor Cordova said. This made her confuse.

"Then why give the suite to another person if it means so much to your boss," she blurted out, feeling anger on behalf of the innocent boss. If this place was sentimental to him, then clearly a rude guy like Greg doesn't deserve to stay there.

"What do you mean ma'am we would never do such," he said bewildered. She felt like punching some sense into his lacking head, but she couldn't, he was an elderly man, who clearly knew what he was doing.

"Well you gave it to my boss," she deadpanned.

"That is because he is the rightful owner, he is my boss... Oh you didn't know," he said. This only got her more confused, the man smiled, "the castello hotel belongs to Greg Marshall. He had built this hotel and gave it to his best friend Davis Castle so as to help him manage it since he had no interest what so ever in business. Now they are business partners. He was only interested in creating this suite and this roo. He moved here two years ago with his lady friend, and they both left again early this year."

Ashley was shocked, so Greg had been the boss. So he was the owner of this hotel. She thought he had just been a pompous ass who had been leaving off his fathers name and suddenly became a CEO. She hadn't given much thought to the life he lived before becoming the owner of 'Marshall enterprises,' right now she was curious about something else.

"Who was this lady friend?" Ashley asked curiosity getting the better of her.

"The boss doesn't really like talking about her, no one in this hotel is allowed close to her. Most people don't even know what she looks like, they all just assumed she was his wife, but since I'm the boss Personal butler I knew her, and I also served her personally."

"Okay, lemme guess, long story short you can't tell me who she is.

"Oh I will, since you're the boss personal secretary... Her name was Nora, she was a young pretty girl, she never came out of this suite, and the only people she spoke to was our boss and his friend... " he said with a glint in his eyes. He must have been really fond of Nora also, suddenly his mood change becoming all serious. "I must have definitely spoken for too long I have to get back to work now... Señorita." He glanced at his wristwatch and left sharply.

Señor Cordova left her thinking, she knew Nora meant a lot to him, but she hadn't known how much. If he had designed this room for her, then was he comfortable with her staying in it? She wanted to ask him but she couldn't

Ashley sat down on the bed, and all she could think of was how lucky Nora was to have someone like Greg who thought of only her. And how jealous she was.

Could she be his wife?

Then why would he kiss her if he had a wife?

He had laughed when she said Nora was his fiancee.

Why?

Was it because she was his wife?

She couldn't stop herself from asking this questions but there was no one to answer it, since the only one who could answer her wouldn't as much as talk to her.

She was definitely more curious than ever.