When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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?”

turn my head away. “What exactly is happening right now? Are you planning to sleep with me before we go our separate ways? Or

voice hardened as he replied,

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

and tightened his grip on me. “You seem to know a

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

he suddenly got up, taking a deep breath to calm

at his behavior. I didn’t know what to do

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

from Nora. Her booming voice came through the receiver. “Scarlett, did you fall into the toilet bowl or something? How could you just disappear after

replied a while later, “I’m already home. Something cropped up so I decided to

whom? Aren’t you living with Mr. Murphy? If you left without him,

Ugh! What a

“I bumped into a friend of mine from K

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

drinks?” She must be trying to make a

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

jammed when faced with her

just let me know. Who knows, maybe I can be

sounded ecstatic like

“How about I drop by for a