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?”

“What exactly is happening right now? Are you planning to sleep with me

hardened as he

“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

his grip on me. “You seem to know a lot about these things,

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

taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He

his

like I’m trying to run away, like some headless chicken

you fall into the toilet bowl or something? How could you

loud voice made my headache worse, 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 all

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

Ugh! What

“I bumped into a friend of mine from K City. Oh right, are

hard to last the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to

drinks?” She

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

to be jammed when faced with her unusual thought process.

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

She sounded ecstatic like

about I drop by for a visit