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?”

glowered at him since I couldn’t turn my head away. “What exactly is happening right now? Are you planning to sleep with me before we go our separate ways? Or what

he replied, “Go

that I didn’t love you, yet here you are forcing me to stay, so isn’t that exactly what you want? I mean, that’s

tightened his grip on me. “You seem to

meet his stare. “I can’t help if I hear about it from the

far as he suddenly got up, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He headed straight for the bathroom without

him, perplexed at his behavior.

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

then, I received a phone call from Nora. Her booming voice came through the receiver. “Scarlett, did you fall into the toilet bowl or

the phone further away from my ear. I replied a while later, “I’m already home. Something cropped up so I decided

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

at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to let

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

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 some mediocre man in the future. If I could bag myself a relationship with

be jammed when faced with her unusual thought

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

She sounded ecstatic like she was already imagining

abruptly, “How about I drop by for