6- The gorgeous man

Ashley pov

Ugh! I tried to stretch myself. The mattress assigned to me was not comfortable but today it felt like a hardboard.

And that hardboard was snoring slightly. I felt so tired that I did not want to get up. There was nothing to do. Nobody was waiting for me. What’s the use of waking up when I would be getting bored? Or maybe I should pop in some sleeping pills and spend one year sleeping on a couch or my mattress like a dead.

My cheek hurt due to resting on the hardboard so I decided to change the side and lifted my face up. I saw a man sleeping on his back under me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and rested the other cheek. Just then my eyes went wide.

I was NOT sleeping on my mattress. I lifted my face again and looked up.

Shit!

Who was he? He was not my husband but whoever he was, the man was drop–dead gorgeous. How can a man have such long lashes? Look at those lips. Damn!

If it was a sin to look this handsome, he should have been hanged publicly.

His face was so… sculptured… so… handsome and … so… so…

Perfect!

I kept looking at him to find any imperfections. Nah! I was disappointed. What must be the color of his eyes?

Black?

Blue?

His dark hair was falling on his forehead. Raising my hand slowly, I tried to remove it only to plop back on his face. I chuckled and did that again.

My friends from the orphanage would have screamed at the top of their lungs. There was a subtle scowl

how we ended

more a virgin?

flooding back. A shiver ran through my body when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. The moment my body vibrated,

voice asked

he talking to me? Of course, stupid. Who

back of his hand. His body

tongue to lick his

novels don’t

sometimes stark

to disappoint me further. He was

No nak*edness.

looked down following my gaze. “Don’t worry. Nobody will ever

frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His arms

he seemed disturbed?

I could think that he did not hear me, he spoke again,

stay here instead of going to my room? The mattress is not a problem for me.” I added quickly, “I can bring

said already that no one will mess with you then you got

to trust me.

followed him till the door closed behind him. Under that pajamas, his

was turning into a creep!

have spanked me for my impure

To occupy our minds. I always

prayers were answered.

I was not supposed to do

the bathroom door opened, I stood up from the bed. It was giving me anxiety that I had to return to that bedroom. What

crying?” The handsome who seemed straight out of the cover of a fashion magazine had worry lines on his forehead. He had taken a shower and was wearing his old pajamas. This time instead of that t–shirt his

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