When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Last night, I stayed as I had no other choice. If I were to stay over again tonight, I would get a migraine.

He nodded at me and remarked, “Your leftovers were tasty.”

My what?

A moment later, I realized what he meant and glared at him. “You pervert!”

He raised his eyebrows and exclaimed innocently, “Wait… no! I meant your… leftovers!”

Just how childish is this guy?

Ignoring him, I cleaned up and informed, “Well, I’m leaving now!”

He grabbed my wrist again. “Are you seriously going to leave me alone here?”

“You can call your sweet Rebecca over!” I mocked.

He frowned and continued, “Why are you rushing to leave? Do you hate to see me so badly? Or are you rushing to meet someone? Nick? Or is it John?”

I was not in the mood, so I shrugged off his hand. “So Mr. Fuller can look for his sweet lover, but I can’t even meet my close friends? Hypocrite much?”

Ashton seemed to be getting upset, and my mood worsened at the thought of Rebecca. “So Mr. Fuller can talk about anything under the stars with Ms. Larson, yet I can’t even meet my friends for casual catchup? My relationships are not as complicated as yours!”

“Hah! Oh, wow, the pot calling the kettle black! Your relationships are definitely more complicated!” He sneered, and the room’s atmosphere turned tense that instant. “Would you like me to show you?”

With that, he used his strength and tossed me over his shoulder. Pulling out the drip needle on his arm, he flipped and pressed me down underneath him.

let me go!” I

do this, right? Why are you complaining now?” He said

There’s no need for you to harm the baby this way.” At that point, I knew that it was pointless for me to struggle anymore, so

at that. With his gaze darkened, he sighed, “Scarlett, what do you want

silent as my heart was clenching in pain. Just when would this torture

you can get off

possibly be explained or solved in just

afraid I

my lips, causing my face to flush. “Ashton, we’re at the hospital! Have some

are you up for it?”

advancement as

and pulled me into

time, he was still holding me in his embrace, so I was starting to get restless. “Are you done?”

while more,” he said

I…

me and

to stay any longer, so I got up, straightened my clothes and

in the corridor. Just my luck – my flushed face had not

her riled-up expression, I could tell that she had

“Scarlett, you b*tch!”

at us!” I clenched my jaw and continued, “You can head in now. Maybe he’ll pull you onto

way for

still on my hands, I