ASHLEY.
Lucinda had been right when she mentioned how stupid I could be.
When it comes to Sinclair Leovough, my intellectual proficiency is of no use and I turn to the mindless girl around.
It's the fact that I see nothing else, but him whenever he is around and I have somehow managed to make it all about him.
Yesterday was one of the best— if not the best— moments of my life. Outing in the wild with the man was something I wanted to try again. Something I was looking forward to again.
When Sinclair dropped me off last night; the hints were there. The gloom in his eyes, the pronounced pain in his voice, the continual apology despite doing nothing to give one and the reluctance.
Everything was laid right before me, and I ignored them all.
It's my trust in him. It's the belief I had. I
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HEATHER."I feel bad for Ashley. " I tell Vince as I move into his arms and he wraps his hand around my waist, caging me between his body and the counter."She can handle it. " He responds. "I warned her about this. I told her Sinclair will only hurt her, but she wanted me out of her business. She told me she will handle it when that time comes so I expect her to. ""So you're not a tad worried about your sister?" I spin around to meet his gaze, my ass pressed against the counter and he shakes his head; his voice firm as he says, "I'm not. ""Are you sure about that?" I chuckle. "I know how much you care about her, Vincent. It's alright to admit you are furious with what's happened. "He gazes down to meet my eyes and says, "I want to fucking kill him. " And I know he does. The love Vincent has for his sister is immeasurable. You can see it in his eyes, feel it in the
ASHLEY.~TWO MONTHS LATER.It's been two months of waiting and ending up with nothing. Two months of distress, irritation and desperation.Several things have happened within those days.Vincent and Heather moved to college. I think those two ultimately quit being ludicrous and have something going on, but neither of them told me anything so I'm left to deduce myself. With Vincent moving to college, I'm left alone with my mother.I graduated from high school two weeks ago, and I am working at Vincent's previous spot while I wait for my acceptance letter to college. I wish I could tell you the waiting days has been fun. I wish I could say I have been creating the best out of my life like girls my age are. I wish I could tell you these moments are the fairest of my life because I'm living them to the fullest, but I can't. I can't say any of those words
SINCLAIR. "Huh, I feel so lightheaded." She grumbles as I wrap my arms around her waist and nudge her head against my shoulder. She smells fucking divine and all I want to do is bury my face in her neck, for a sniff of the feminine smell I have been dying for, but I know I can't. I can't do that to her. I can't do that to me. I can't do that to us. Peeping behind me, her friend is nowhere in sight and I snatch her hand before dragging her down the hallway. "Do I know you? Where are you taking me?" She questions in that drunk voice of hers and when I look back at her; her eyes are half-opened. I try not to dwell in the fact that I want to push her into one of these rooms and take those tempting lips in mine— like I have been dying to do for months. I want to brush that fucking short dress of hers against her waist and leave those fresh thighs bare to my gaze. I want to thrust my hand against her pussy to
ASHLEY. A groan falls from my lips as my eyes open to the sound of a slam at my door. Sitting up on my mattress, I hold my pounding head in my hands as I gawk around the space of my room. God, how much did I have to drink? My head hurts so fucking bad. "What the fuck happened? How did I get home?" I mumble under my breath as I glance around in search of my phone— only to end up with nothing. Did Lucy bring me home? What the hell happened last night? The last scene I remember is Ralph showing up with his friends. "Ashley! Are you still in?" Mother's voice comes from the other end and I grumble as I attempt to move from my mattress, halting my movement at the sight of the body imprint at the other side. I narrow my eyes as I wobble closer, skidding my fingers across the imprint. Someone was here. Someone was with me last night and I can't rem
SINCLAIR. The excitement that spews through me after Lillian's words is intractable, and I can't help the way my lips quirks up in a small smile, but those words also make me incredibly curious. Meeting Lillian, I discerned she is reserved and calm. She mentioned nothing in defiance to her parent's words that night, and the smile that was etched on her face made me think she wanted the marriage while I was simmering in anger. So why defy? "And I know you want the same thing. I know you don't want this marriage to take place, Sinclair. For whatever reason you might have. " She speaks, pulling me out of my thoughts and I nod, drawing close to her. "I don't, and I'm surprised you don't either. Is there a reason for this?" I question and she stares down at her hands, her cheeks a deep shade of red before lifting her gaze to mine and saying, "I have my man. " "You do?" I re
ASHLEY."Where are you going?" Ryan questions with a frown as I grab my bag and move to my feet."Somewhere you aren't. " Lucy answers behind me and I chuckle. "I need to be somewhere. Thank you for this, I had fun. " I tell him with a smile, waving at Ralph before heading towards the exit.Just as I round the corner that leads to the entrance, I meet Lucy's gaze again and the woman smiles at me before bringing her hand to her ear in a motion of 'call me later. 'With a smile on my face, I make my way out of the building with hurried steps and a racing heart.~With each step that brings me closer to my home; my heart pounds wildly against my chest and I clutch my phone tighter.I will see him. After days and months of waiting and yearning; I will finally see the man who stole my heart and made it his.
SINCLAIR.The feel of her in my arms again: the way her chest presses against mine, driving me completely insane and the way her mouth moves perfectly against mine. A low groan falls from my mouth when she proceeds to slowly rock against my hardened cock– the little man straining painfully against my pants and begging to be let in her wet, throbbing core."Oh, Sinclair, " she moans, her grip on my locks getting tighter just the way I love it. Her head tilts to the side, giving me extra access to the fresh flesh of her neck and I take my time to drag my lips along the flawless skin; littering kisses every space I can find and claiming this woman as mine again after a long time of fucking wait."I want to feel you raw, baby. I want to feel your walls clench around my cóck without rubber. I want to feel you pulsating as I steer you rough and fast, and I want to fill you with my fucking cum&nda
ASHLEY. "You love it that much?" Sinclair chuckles as I stalk my finger across the two words right across his chest– dazzled by my name. I still can't believe he got a tattoo of the nickname he gave me; one I've grown so much to love. "I'm not over it yet. " I respond nonchalantly and he hums, draping a hand over my shoulder to pull me close and I let out a sigh as I lay my head against his chest with a smile on my face; my core tingling from the brush of his hardened cock against it. After making me orgasm twice in the living room, we ended up in my room with my back against the wall and it's a complete puzzle to me how the man is still hard. "Vincent must be so mad at me. " He suddenly mumbles and I nod against his chest with a cackle, saying, "He is. He tried your contact numerous times and left tons of messages. " "I saw them, " he breathes.