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.

worry. Then John came to the airport. Alright, that was odd, so I didn’t

he shrugged. “What are you doing? The

getting in the way of a crucial matter, John. This

chuckled and came back to push me

I pointed at the time on my phone, shoving

someone patted my shoulder. “I’m back,

fishtail skirt sticking to all her sexy curves tightly. The woman was also wearing stilettos, and she radiated nothing but sexual allure. I’d probably flirt with her

none of that was comparable to the surprise I felt when she took off her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery! It really is you! Oh my god, you slimmed down so

in a mere month or so.

it, so I spent tons of money to

my scars under cover. Pun not intended. Right, let’s leave this