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?”

exactly is happening right now? Are you planning to sleep with me before we go our separate ways? Or what else do you have

voice hardened as he replied, “Go our

you are forcing me to stay, so isn’t that exactly what you want? I mean, that’s usually what happens anyway when people pick up chicks

seem to know

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

got up, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He headed straight for

his behavior. I didn’t know what

seems like I’m trying to run

voice came through the receiver. “Scarlett, did you fall into the toilet bowl or something? How could you just disappear after a brief trip to the

from my ear. I replied a while later, “I’m already home. Something

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

What

bumped into a friend of mine from K City. Oh right, are you all still in

the time. Why would we still be there? Plus, it’s hard to last the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted

you ply him with drinks?” She must be trying to

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

jammed when faced with her unusual thought process. How does

let me know. Who knows, maybe I can be your wing-woman. You can always

She sounded ecstatic like she was

“How about I drop by for a