Ch -75. Packing

Ashley's POV:

The entire journey back to the house is spent in dense silence.

Neither am I in the mood to say something, nor has Ethan tried to initiate a conversation.

But the moment we step inside the house, he picks me up in his arms again. I look at him questioningly, but he simply lowers his head, his lips brushing against my cheek as he whispers in my ear.

“Babe, we are going to be busy for two whole days, starting tomorrow. So let's make up for those two days, and let's try something new.”

I want to protest, saying that I am not in the mood or that I'm still too sad to think straight right now… but I remember that I don't have any real say in this situation.

I am the one who has given all rights to him, with the contract.

So now, I can't do anything apart from waiting for him to make me see heaven or hell, as per his wish.

Still immersed in my thoughts, I feel his warm lips grazing my neck, softly at first, and then they proceed to mark their territory roughly.

I inhale sharply