TAKING THE PLUNGE

Chapter 23

I like to think of myself as an attractive young woman, one who's kind and blushes at the very idea of dirtying her reputation. I've always been a prim and proper lady with a sense of modesty. I've never used 'fuck' when talking.

All that stops today as I stare at the man that has continuously plagued my dreams.

Swear words dance on the tip of my tongue, ready to be let loose. Blood rushes to my head as Ash walks closer to me. My eyes zone in on his hand which is clasping the hand of the woman beside him. A woman that isn't me. I expect him to speak to me, or to make a snide remark about why I'm just standing and staring at them.

What I don't expect is the reaction I get.

He walks past me like I'm air.

Like I don't exist.

Like I'm nothing.

The woman gives me a curious look and tightens her hold on Ash's hand. They pass me, and his cologne wafts into my nostrils. That woodsy, minty smell I've gotten acc