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?”

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

he replied, “Go our separate

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

his grip on me. “You seem to know

pursed my lips and refused to meet his stare. “I can’t

as he suddenly got up, taking a deep breath

at his behavior. I didn’t know

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

receiver. “Scarlett, did you fall into the toilet bowl or something? How could you just disappear after a brief

moved the phone further away from my ear. I replied a while later, “I’m already

went home? With whom? Aren’t you living with Mr. Murphy?

What

come up with a suitable excuse. “I bumped into a friend

time. Why would we still be there? Plus, it’s hard to last the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to let you

you ply him with drinks?” She must be trying to make

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

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

know. Who knows, maybe I can be your wing-woman. You can always drop by and pretend you’re visiting me

booming laughter. She sounded ecstatic like she was

about I drop by for a visit