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

hardened as he

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

“You seem to know a lot about these

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

taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He headed straight

after him, perplexed at his

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

you fall into the toilet bowl or something? How could you just disappear after

away from my ear. I replied a while

whom? Aren’t you living

Ugh! What

paused for a moment to come up with a suitable excuse. “I bumped into a friend of mine from K City.

it’s hard to last the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Murphy’s pretty drunk tonight. Take care of yourself, and make sure you lock your

with drinks?” She must

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

jammed when faced with her unusual thought process. How does your brain come up with these

help but comment, “If you need my help, just let me know. Who knows, maybe I can be your wing-woman. You can always drop by and

heard her booming laughter. She sounded ecstatic like she

abruptly, “How about I drop by