Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

19- Bitter lesson

Ashley’s pov

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me that you don’t know your husband. You did not marry Sean. You married Justin.”

I blinked my eyes and then smirked sarcastically, “Oh. Really? You must be out of your fuckin mind.” I shot in frustration. She did not like it but chose to ignore it.

“You can think as you like. By the way, do let me know if you need anything.” She placed her hand on the same cheek where Justin just touched it, “Take care!” She said politely and then lifting on her toes she kissed Justin on his cheek, “I love you, sweetheart!”

Justin did not respond to her and kept standing avoiding eye contact. Sarah had left the room.

“Jus.. Justin. I … I know she was lying. You … You don’t need to worry about anything. I … I believe you. I … I t… trust you.” I gulped my spit and wiped the sweat off my palms by rubbing them to my skirt.

“Ash…”

“Shh.” I wrapped my arms around him and placed my forehead on his chest. I knew Sarah was lying. She wanted to create a rift between us.

I won’t let her succeed. Justin can’t be …

No.

“Just tell me that you are not my husband. I will believe you, Justin. You are the only one I want to believe Justin. You are the only friend here. You are better than the rest of them.”

I kept blabbering looking down at his shoes just waiting for him to refuse everything that Sarah said. I felt his arms around me, and a smile crept on my lips.

“Kitten!”

“She was lying, Justin. Right? I am an outsider who doesn’t know shit about these Richie riches. You are the only one who is my friend… I … You are different Justin. You don’t act like a spoiled brat.” Gosh! I don’t know why tears were coming out of my eyes.

Just then I remembered something.

my face up I saw into Justin’s eyes. There was something

Fear!

Losing me?

Can… can you take off your t–shirt?”

me as if I have lost it.

like you to take your t–shirt off.” Not understanding he kept looking at

1. me.

I requested

hem of his t–shirt and

quick motion, he managed to

muscles! I wanted to trace every part of his skin. But no. I needed to see

time he just looked at my face and then turned around silently. I gasped when I saw the tattoos on his back. The same small

back I saw the first day

to turn back to me, “She

explain.” He tried holding my

am naïve. I trusted you!” I said softly and let the tears fall down my cheeks.

“Ashley! Kitten…”

pent–up anger left my body

No!” He was shaking his head while walking towards me.

stopped getting closer to me, respecting my

can’t, Ashley. Please.” He pleaded, “Don’t make me

my chest was getting too much. It was not letting

“I am sorry,

apologies.”

my mind that this room belongs to you. It’s not mine. My

past

the door trying to walk

held my wrist, “Ok. Fine.