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

I froze in shock, taken aback by his behavior. Just as I thought of lifting my arms to push him away, he’d caged me in against the walls of the elevator.

Luckily there’s no one else in the elevator, or we’ll all be in an awkward situation.

His closeness suffocated me, and I felt myself relaxing into his arms.

He swept me off my feet as the elevator doors opened, and he carried me straight to his room.

He switched on the lights in the hallway as he sat me down on the floor, pressing his body into mine. His gaze bored into mine as he said, “I’m not letting you go again.”

His words seemed to be directed at both himself and me.

I opened my mouth and replied breathily, “Ashton, I—”

“Shush, I don’t want to hear a single word!” He placed a finger on my lips.

I scrunched my lips and frowned at him. “Ashton, you jerk!”

Silently, he lifted me and strode towards the huge bed in the room.

He loomed over me on the bed. I turned my head away to avoid his gaze.

He turned my head back to face him. Staring intently at me, he sneered, “Trying to hide somewhere?”

Are you planning to sleep with me before we

as he replied,

are forcing

his grip on me. “You seem to know a

my lips and refused to meet his stare. “I can’t

seemed to have pushed him too far as he suddenly got up, taking a deep breath to calm himself

perplexed at his behavior. I didn’t

nature. It always seems like I’m trying to run away, like some headless chicken running around in circles because I don’t

from Nora. Her booming voice came through the receiver. “Scarlett, did you fall into the toilet bowl or something? How

a while later, “I’m already home. Something cropped up so I decided to leave earlier. Sorry, I forgot to

was incredulous as she asked, “You went home? With whom? Aren’t you living with Mr. Murphy? If you left without him,

Ugh! What a

a moment to come up with a suitable excuse. “I bumped into a friend of mine from K City. Oh right,

the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to let you know

asked, “Did you ply him with drinks?” She must

to get him drunk at first. But then, how often does a rich, handsome man drop in one’s lap, am I right? If I missed this chance, I wouldn’t have anything to boast about to my kid when I’m married to

my brain appeared to be jammed when faced with her

my help, just let me know. Who knows, maybe I can be your wing-woman. You can always drop by and pretend you’re

booming laughter. She sounded ecstatic like

abruptly, “How about I