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.

up under me? I can’t believe it. My friends from the orphanage would have screamed at the top

my cheek on that washboard chest and tried to remember how we ended up in this bed entangled in each other. Did we get drunk and

was no more

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

sexy, deep, sleepy voice asked me. Concern was dripping from it.

Of course,

rolled over placing me on the bed and checked my forehead with the back of his hand. His body was deliciously snugged against mine. His face was so close

tongue to lick his face… to devour him.

bit disappointed when I noticed him wearing a t–shirt. In movies and novels don’t they go to

stark na*ked?

me further. He was wearing

No

down following my gaze. “Don’t worry. Nobody will ever hurt you in

must have also detected that I was frightened. I didn’t know why my question seemed to offend him. His

he seemed disturbed?

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

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

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

to trust me.

the bathroom. My eyes followed him till the door

I was turning into a

spanked me for my impure thoughts.

keep ourselves busy. To occupy our minds. I always dreamed of becoming rich so that I could spend one year

prayers were

millionaire after one year and I was not supposed to

door opened, I 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

had worry lines on his forehead. He had taken a shower and

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