ASHLEY.
Did he go to his father's place? I didn't think he goes there deeming how their relationship is.
"You did?" I repeat and he nods, meeting my eyes before pressing a hand against my back—aiding me to bury my face in his neck. Somehow, I know whatever it is he's attempting to tell me is tough to get out from his part, and I appreciate the fact that he's willing to let me in. At least for whatever it is. He's letting me in farther.
"There's something I have to tell you. " He speaks, his hand fondling my back through the thin fabric of my clothing and I hum, letting my hands fall on his shoulders as I press my lips to his neck.
Sinclair shudders at the contact and there's a short silence before he says, "I have a sister. "
The words take me by shock and I try drawing back but he keeps his hand clasped against my back and says, "No, stay that way.
ASHLEY. Heather is frightening the hell out of me, but there's one certain thing; the woman is furious. So fucking furious. I don't think I have ever seen her this way since we met and that thought dreads me. She said it's all my fault. Sinclair is in pain all because of me? Why the fuck will he be in because of me? What's going on, even? "Is he in there? Can you let me in, please? Just one minute. I just need one minute to see him, and make sure everything is alright, then I'll leave. " I plead. I don't care how pathetic I sound, or the disgusting look Heather gives me after those words—I just need to see my man. "You shouldn't. Go back home, Ashley. " I shouldn't? So that implies Sinclair is in that house, but she isn't letting me in? "Heather—" I try again, but the woman shakes her head with a stiffened face, saying, "You know Ashley, at first I was
ASHLEY."So you guys resolved things?" Lucinda questions as she walks in and falls on the space beside me. "Judging by that smile on your face, I guess you did. " She mumbles and I give her a playful hit before hurling my phone to the side."We did. " I confirm."And where did he say he was all day?" She lifts her brows and I narrow my eyes, saying, "And why do you need to know that?""Come on! Tell me!" She whines and I laugh before laying on my side so I'm turned to her view. "He was thinking. ""Thinking? Did he spend the whole day thinking and avoiding you? " She queries in an odd tone and I nod."Okay, what was he thinking about?""How am I to know that?" I hiss and she watches me with a bizarre look on her face as she says, "So let me get this straight—Your boyfriend was out of reach the entire day, and
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
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