No Strings Attached

Chapter 5~

“I don’t have a damn clue.” He snarled, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. “This brat dragged me here.” 

I rolled my eyes as I leant against the back wall. “Ashton’s got a sex addiction that needs to be fixed, sir.” 

Frank’s brows furrowed as Ashton spun around and snapped, “Will you shut the hell up? I do not!” 

Not wanting to have to deal with Ashton’s hisses, I headed for the door. “I’ll wait outside. These meetings are confidential---”

A laugh echoed around the white room as we both stared at Frank--- me truly concerned while Ashton just gawked at him like he was a madman. The smile that curled my dear friend’s lips sent a shudder coursing down my spine. “I’m sorry, Skylar. You’re going to have to stay in here during the sessions.” He spoke matter-of-factly, never removing those unnerving eyes from mine. 

I blinked. “Why, Frank? I have nothing to do with this!” 

It was Ashton’s turn to shoot me a sinister smirk as Frank explained. “Well, you see, Skylar, you having brought Ashton here says that you have enough of a bond with him to want to help his addiction. I want you keeping track of his progress out of the sessions and in the real world. And, if he refuses to answer any of my questions, I have a feeling you’ll be able to tell me.” He winked as I bowed my head. 

My face paled as Ashton’s laugh filled the room. I shot him a glare as he tickled underneath my chin, those grey eyes flashing mischievously. “Oh, kiddo, payback’s a bitch.” 

“So, let us begin,” Frank clapped his hands together as he faced Ashton. “When was the last time you engage in any sexual activities?” 

“Depends,” Ashton chuckled as he kicked my foot beneath the desk. Rolling my eyes, I kicked him back. “Are we talking jacking off or me actually fucking a chick?” 

“Ashton!” I spat, glowering at the boy. Did he have no filter even speaking to one of my closest family friends? “Control your filthy mouth! You’re in the presence of an adult.” 

Shaking his head, Frank patted my clenched hands across the table. “It’s perfectly fine, Skylar. Allow him to freely express himself however way he feels best.” Again, he faced Ashton. “We’ll discuss masturbation later. For now, let’s stick to just sex.” 

“Alright, well, this past week I’ve had sex with over eight girls from school and…” As he continued casually rambling off his crazy week that consisted of, also, going to some party (and maybe or maybe not engaging in a threesome with these two “hot” sorority girls), I grimaced as his smirk kept widening. When he finished his elaborate story, I must have been twitching feverishly because he reached over and placed his hand on my knee. “You feeling alright, princess?” He cooed sardonically, his brows cocked. 

I gawked at him, peeling his hand off my bare knee and dropping it in his own lap. “Oh my god, Ashton. You’re a walking STD.” I whispered, my voice cracking slightly. Why hadn’t I diagnosed him earlier? 

Before he could respond, Frank clapped his hands again. “Well, that is interesting. Now, how many times a week do you masturbate, Ashton?” 

Oh no. 

Quickly covering my ears, I closed my eyes and buried my head deep in my knees. But, I was too slow. Leaning over, Ashton had caught both my wrists in his hand and snickering, he answered Frank’s intrusive question. 

Too much information didn’t even cover it. 

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