His not so beautiful wife

"Come on man she is staring at you for like 30 minutes now!! Go and approach her!"

Said Cam hitting on Ashton's arm.

Ashton looks up from his bourbon glass, following his friend's stare.

She sure was beautiful but not to his match.

He ignored the seductive looks she was giving and the way she was biting on her lips to get his attention.

Looking at the bartender he ordered another glass of his favorite whiskey.

"Oh come on man! She is damn hot! Why are you no-"

"Stop it already Cam! You know he never approaches a girl first !"

Said Mason while placing his arm on Cam's shoulder with a small smirk lingering on his lips.

Cam sighed in defeat and ordered a glass for himself as well.

"I wonder why every girl has to go after him only, I mean there are other handsome gentlemen like me available as well!"

He said glaring at Ashton while Mason broke in laughter at his friend's defeated face.

"Man up if you want to attract a girl, these whinings will not get you anywhere,"

Ashton spoke as he gulped the drink in one shot ready to leave.

As soon as he turned around, his body collided with someone and he saw them falling from the impact.

His hands automatically moved forward to support the person and he grabbed the person's small waist.

Looking down he saw the same girl that was staring at him a few minutes back clinging on to him for support.

Pulling her up he placed her back on her feet again and moved back from her.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't saw you there handsome! oh shit, I spilled my drink on you !! I am so sorry!"

She spoke trying to sound seductive while placing her hands on his toned chest, where the drink has just spilled.

He knew these tricks quite well and her voice was giving him a headache already.

Lifting her hand from his chest he moved back from her while she continued to apologize.

A look of rejection apparent on her face as she noticed his small action.

Without even bothering to give her a reply he made his way to the washroom.

Removing his shirt while looking at himself in the mirror, he started washing the stain under the faucet.

Next, he moved towards the hand dryer and placed his shirt under it.

"You know I can't Vi !! He is going to kill me if he finds out!!......I...I am hiding in a washroom cubicle"

Ashton looked amused hearing a girl hiding in the men's washroom.

And on top of that screaming on her phone like she owned this place.

Girls can be so dumb he thought.

"I'll see if he is still there!! Okay? Will call you later...bye!"

So she is going to come out from her hiding spot, how interesting!

She slowly came out looking here and there and then her innocent eyes fell on that perfectly muscled back of a man and she shrieked with surprise.

He turned around to come face to face with an average girl with small brown eyes and plain hair.

Simple fu**** plain Jane

He thought.

He was hoping for a sexy girl in some beautiful dress.

But she was as simple as a girl can ever be.

Wearing a big baggy shirt and black jeans, her hair tied in a messy bun, and her face devoid of even an eyeliner.

He lost interest in her and refused to acknowledge her.

Turning his back to her again, he proceeded to dry his now stain-free shirt.

But she didn't have any such intention.

"Are you a freaking pervert!! Standing in girl's washroom like this!! You want to do a strip show go do it outside you fuc**** as****!!"

He sighed not expecting her to be a little firecracker with no mind.

He looked at her over his shoulder and she again reacted.

"What? You don't understand English? Should I speak French?hmmm....ya....ce....le... toilette filles...."

He smirked at her crooked words