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.

under me? I can’t believe it. My friends from the orphanage would have screamed at the top of their lungs. There was a subtle scowl on his face even when

on that washboard chest and tried to remember how we ended up

more a virgin? Sigh!

when suddenly I remembered what happened yesterday. The moment my body vibrated, I felt two strong

right?” A sexy, deep, sleepy voice

talking to me? Of course, stupid. Who else?

my forehead with the back of his hand. His

my tongue to lick his

a bit disappointed when I noticed him wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they go to sleep without their t–shirts on? Only in their shorts

sometimes stark

to disappoint me

No nak*edness.

Can you hear me?” He worriedly looked down following my gaze.

in a weak voice. Like me, he must have also detected that I was frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His arms lost their grip around me and he sat straight

he seemed disturbed?

that he did not hear me, he spoke again, “No one, means no one.” He tilted his face towards me

my room? The mattress is not a problem for me.” I added quickly,

was still not facing me, “When I said already that no one will mess with you then you got

to trust me.

and went to the bathroom. My eyes followed him till the door closed behind him. Under that pajamas,

turning into

me for my impure thoughts.

I always dreamed of becoming rich so that I could spend one

prayers were answered.

and I was not supposed

stood up from the bed. It was giving me anxiety that I had to return to that bedroom. What if that man would be there again? The thought of staying in that bedroom

out of the cover of a fashion magazine had worry lines on his forehead. He had taken a shower and

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