6- The gorgeous man

Ashley pov

Ugh! I tried to stretch myself. The mattress assigned to me was not comfortable but today it felt like a hardboard.

And that hardboard was snoring slightly. I felt so tired that I did not want to get up. There was nothing to do. Nobody was waiting for me. What’s the use of waking up when I would be getting bored? Or maybe I should pop in some sleeping pills and spend one year sleeping on a couch or my mattress like a dead.

My cheek hurt due to resting on the hardboard so I decided to change the side and lifted my face up. I saw a man sleeping on his back under me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and rested the other cheek. Just then my eyes went wide.

I was NOT sleeping on my mattress. I lifted my face again and looked up.

Shit!

Who was he? He was not my husband but whoever he was, the man was drop–dead gorgeous. How can a man have such long lashes? Look at those lips. Damn!

If it was a sin to look this handsome, he should have been hanged publicly.

His face was so… sculptured… so… handsome and … so… so…

Perfect!

I kept looking at him to find any imperfections. Nah! I was disappointed. What must be the color of his eyes?

Black?

Blue?

His dark hair was falling on his forehead. Raising my hand slowly, I tried to remove it only to plop back on his face. I chuckled and did that again.

orphanage would have

and tried to remember how we ended up in this bed entangled in each

more a virgin? Sigh!

memories from yesterday started flooding back. A shiver ran through my body when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. The moment my body vibrated, I felt two strong arms

A sexy, deep, sleepy voice asked me. Concern was dripping from

me? Of course,

with the back of his hand. His

tongue to lick his face… to devour him.

t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they go to

sometimes stark

only to disappoint me further. He was wearing full–length cotton

shorts. No nak*edness.

hear me?” He worriedly looked down following my gaze. “Don’t worry. Nobody will

have also detected that I was frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend

he seemed

believe me. Before I could think that he did not hear me, he spoke again, “No one, means no one.”

mattress is

still not facing me, “When I said already that no one will mess with you

to trust me.

My eyes followed him till the door closed behind him. Under that pajamas, his tight ass was…

I was turning

would have spanked me for my impure thoughts.

keep ourselves busy. To occupy our minds. I always dreamed of becoming rich so that I

were answered.

be a millionaire after one year and I was

bathroom door opened, I stood up from the bed. It was giving me anxiety that I had to return to that bedroom. What if that man would be there again? The thought of

straight out of the cover of a fashion magazine had worry lines on his forehead. He had taken a shower and was wearing his old pajamas. This time instead of that t–shirt his towel was

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