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?”

since I couldn’t turn my head away. “What exactly is happening right now? Are you planning to sleep with me before

he replied, “Go our

you are forcing me to stay, so isn’t that

on me. “You seem to know

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

as he suddenly got up, taking a deep

perplexed at his behavior. I didn’t

on the bed absent-mindedly. I felt 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

did you fall into the toilet bowl or something? How could you just disappear after a brief trip

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, I forgot to let you

living with Mr. Murphy? If you left without him, who

What a

a suitable excuse. “I bumped into a friend of mine from K

there? Plus, it’s hard to last the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to let you know

with drinks?” She

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

her unusual thought process. How does your

me know. Who knows, maybe

her booming laughter. She sounded ecstatic like

abruptly, “How about I drop by for