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.

I can’t believe it. My friends from the orphanage would have screamed at the top of their lungs. There was a subtle scowl on his face even when he was sleeping.

on that washboard chest and tried to remember how we ended up in this bed entangled in each other.

more a virgin? Sigh!

through my body when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. The moment my body

voice asked me. Concern

talking to me? Of course,

hand. His body was deliciously

to lick his face…

noticed him wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they

sometimes stark

dipped down only to disappoint me further. He

No

worriedly looked down following my gaze. “Don’t worry.

he must have also detected that I was frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His arms lost

seemed

that he did not hear me, he spoke again, “No one, means no one.” He

to my room? The mattress is not a

facing me, “When I said already that no one will mess with you then you got

to trust me.

the bathroom. My eyes followed him till the door closed behind him.

I was turning

me for my

To occupy our minds. I always dreamed of becoming rich so that I could spend one year doing nothing.

were answered.

be a millionaire after one year and I was not supposed to do anything except eat, sleep and become

return to that bedroom. What if that man would be there again? The thought of staying in that bedroom was taking

had taken a shower and was wearing his old pajamas. This time instead of

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