When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

The sun’s warmth graced me, but I blocked out its light, though I squinted at it. “It’s a good day.”

“It is,” John answered. We came to a crossroads, but John made a right turn. It was in the opposite direction of our home.

“I thought we’re going home.” I started to panic. All I wanted to do then was to find out what happened in the basement.

“No, no, no.” John didn’t even look at me. “It’s a good day, and the good news won’t stop coming. Next stop, here we come.” He blabbed about his plan, but I didn’t get a word of it.

I frowned, but there was nothing I could do. All I could do was go with the flow.

Trips were fun, but not when I was in a hurry. What a waste of time. I called Ashton.

It beeped, but then the call was hung up. Maybe it wasn’t a good time. I stared at the call record for a few moments before texting him: Call me when you’re done. It’s urgent.

John came to the airport. Alright,

about to enter the airport. Then he shrugged. “What are you doing? The plane’s landing soon.” He gave me a weird

way of a crucial matter, John. This person better be important, or you’re going to get

came back to push me into the airport. “I’ve

on my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s almost one. Who

my

woman in sunglasses. She spun around, her fishtail skirt sticking to all her sexy curves

that was comparable to the surprise I felt when she took off her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It really

managed to recover in a mere month or

her usual triumphant grin again. “I couldn’t stand it, so I spent tons of money to fix

lowering her voice to a whisper. “And that’s the only part that’s healed. I got my scars under cover. Pun not intended. Right, let’s leave this until we