Chapter 3 - Those eyes

Ashley POV

“What’s your name?” the handsome stranger asks, and I smile, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. His thick Irish accent flowed from his mouth. I lick my lips.

“Ashley, but my friends call me Ash, " I blurt out, and he smiles, making my core shake. I shake my head slightly and remind myself that I have a boyfriend and I shouldn’t be dancing with a stranger.

“I’m Killian,” he says, and I repeat his name out loud, “Killian.” He smiles and pulls me closer to him, turning me around and making my back rub against his front. I can feel his junk rubbing against my ass, and that makes me feel things. Things I shouldn’t be thinking. I turn around, facing him, and shake my head, looking into his eyes, and without another word, I start moving fast between the dancing bodies getting away from him.

“Hey, lass,” I hear his voice calling from behind me, but I ignore him and walk straight into the ladies' room, slamming the door behind me. I take a deep breath resting my back against the door, and I look around to see a bunch of women looking at me as if I am crazy. I feel someone trying to open the door, and I move away, and when I look, I see him. All eyes are on him as loads of the girls' eye fucking him and whisper as he looks at me as if he is looking into my soul.

“Ash,” he starts, and I shake my head, taking one step back as all the girls look at him and then at me. I know what they are thinking. They are thinking, how can a man like that be talking to someone like me? How can someone like him take an interest in someone like me? I get that. I think the same way.

“Everyone out,” he says through greeted teeth, and all the girls look around the room, at him, and then at me. I hug my body and turn around, walking into a stall and closing the door. I shake my head, pushing away the tears remembering all the boys that did this to me when I was younger. “Oh, let's make fun of the fat girl, she will think she is special, and then we can kick her to the curb.” I open the door to find Killian resting against the wall. I walk past him and get out of the bathroom as he tries to hold onto my arm.

“No, I have a boyfriend,” I said with tears in my eyes. I know he will never believe this. I don’t even know what Tobias is. But hell, I am not standing here pretending to flirt with a God-looking guy when Tobias is home waiting for me. His eyes roam up and down my body as he licks his lips and grins. There it is, the realization that he has been making fun of me, the fat girl.

I walk away from him, leaving him standing in the corridor, and meet Beth, Mark, and Jonah. As I approach them, Mark looks at me with worry all over his face. I walk to them and grab my purse and my jacket.

“I’m going home,” I blurt out, and they all look at me in shock.

“Babe, what happened?” Beth asks, and I shake my head, looking into her eyes. She looks at Mark and Jonah, who both shrug, and she grabs my arm as she whispers in my ear.

“Did he hurt you? Do we need to call security?” Beth asks, and I shake my head, avoiding the tears that are threatening to spill. I told her that I would talk to her tomorrow and walked out of the club fast. I can feel his eyes on me, but he doesn’t approach me. Thank God, because I can’t deal with this. I have a man that likes me for me, that doesn’t care about my body. That sees me for me and not the fat, insecure girl everyone else sees and makes fun of.

As soon as I get home I lock the door behind me and look at my phone, but there are no messages or calls from Tobias. I press the ring button and wait for it to start ringing, but it goes straight to voice mail. I close my eyes and push away the tears. I put my phone on the couch and walk into my room, looking at myself in the mirror. What was I thinking wearing this? I look at my image in the mirror: The short red dress that clings to all my curves and fat. I clean the tear that spills, and I strip the dress.

I pull the shorts that I wore under the dress down and release my stomach. I walk to the bathroom and remove my make up and put my hair up into a ponytail. What was I thinking to go out like that? I am not sexy or sensual. I should keep wearing my normal covering clothes and stay under the radar.

I slide into bed and close my eyes, and I see those blue eyes looking at me in my head. He really is a good actor, he looked like I had excited him, but we all know that that’s not even possible. It was a joke. He was playing with his friends, and I was the easy girl he thought he could play into, melting into his arms and asking him to fuck me. I shake my head as I pull my blanket up to my chin and cover my entire body.

I must’ve fallen asleep because when I open my eyes, the sun shines through my window, surrounding me with too much light. I close my eyes again and pull the blanket over my head, groaning in frustration. I can hear my phone ringing, so I get up fast and walk to the living room, where I find my phone on the couch. I press the answer call and hear Tobias's voice on the other side.

“Hey, I was worried. Where are you?” he asks, and I smile at his concern, but quickly I shake my head, remembering those aqua blue eyes and thick Irish accent that make my insides twist straight away.

“Sorry, I fell asleep and left my phone on the couch,” I let out, and he took a deep breath.

“Did you have fun last night?” Tobias asks, and I shake my head but tell him that I had a great time. I can’t believe how easily I lied about this. I am a terrible liar, and I am afraid he will pick it up on my tone of voice.

“Open the door, Ash,” I hear his raspy voice on the other side of the phone, and I frown, walking to the door and looking through the peephole, and there he is. My man, standing tall in all black. I open the door, and his eyes roam up and down my body as he takes one step closer to me possessively.

His arms wrapped around my body as he bent to kiss me. I kiss him back, but I can only see those blue eyes. Fuck. What is going on with me? I push away the thought of the Irish man and close the door behind my back before Tobias presses my back against the door as he devours my mouth.