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

he replied, “Go

my brows at him and said defiantly, “Or what? I told you before 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 usually what happens anyway when people pick

on me. “You seem to know a lot about

and refused to meet his stare. “I can’t help if I hear about it

a deep breath to calm himself down. He headed straight for the bathroom without

stare after him, perplexed at his behavior. I didn’t

overwhelmed with exhaustion, though it was of an emotional nature. It always seems like I’m trying to run away, like some headless chicken running around in circles because I

you fall into the toilet bowl or

my headache worse, and I moved the phone further away from my ear. I replied a while later, “I’m already home. Something cropped up so I decided to leave earlier. Sorry,

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

Ugh! What

into a friend of mine from K City. Oh right, are you

hard to last the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Murphy’s pretty drunk

you ply him with drinks?” She must be

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

her unusual thought process. How

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

sounded ecstatic

I drop