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.

my worry. Then John came to the airport. Alright, that was

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

to cooperate. “You’re getting in the way of a crucial matter, John. This person better be important,

me into the airport.

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

then someone patted my shoulder. “I’m back,

turned around, and what greeted my eyes was a woman in sunglasses. She spun around, her fishtail skirt sticking to all her sexy curves tightly. The woman was also wearing stilettos, and she radiated nothing but sexual allure.

surprise I felt when she took off her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It really is you! Oh my god, you slimmed down so much.”

knew Emery well, but I couldn’t believe that she managed to recover in a mere month or so. Her back was fair and smooth, totally unlike what I

triumphant grin again. “I couldn’t stand it,

around before 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 get home. Chop chop, don’t want the