When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Outside the villa parked a sapphire blue Tesla sports car. This car was clearly not Ashton’s.

The hard, unyielding pride of a soldier was engraved into Ashton’s DNA. As a result, his garage was filled with mostly off-road vehicles, such as SUVs, and he detested short and flashy sports cars.

I was about to drive into the villa premises when the Tesla’s headlights switched on, nearly blinding me.

Stopping my car, I saw a man getting out of the sports car. It was Marcus.

He wore a fitting black suit that complemented his tall, slender frame. If he were to walk on the streets, there was no doubt that everyone would be drawn by him.

He stood in front of my car, his dark eyes silently staring me down.

Through the glass of the car window, he seemed to have gotten skinnier and stiffer than I last saw him.

There was no use staying locked in a staring competition like this.

Sighing slightly, I got out of my car.

“I’m really sorry about the money!” I apologized instantly. It was my fault for not expecting that things would come down to this.

He ignored my apology, his voice deep as he said, “Ashton was right. It doesn’t matter if a stolen fruit is sweet or not. What matters is that it quenches your thirst.”

his arms, the foreign smell of his cologne overwhelming my

should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love

tired from struggling to escape his hold.

never returned? Why does it have to be me who places someone else’s needs above my own? Why can’t

He’s gone mad!

But I’m telling you right now, I’m not

love? What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s

know what Marcus had been through recently, but right now, he was acting like a demon,

terrified yet

deserve to be loved, but regardless of what you think Ashton is like, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love with him, and it has been the same for the past seven years. I’m not sure how I fell in love with him, nor how I grew to rely on him, but I know now that he needs me and I need him. I want to warm his heart, and I want

never let go of you. I don’t believe in ‘the early bird gets the worm’ or

corners of his lips twisted up into an evil smirk

dodge his kiss in time, and the action gave way

sharp gust of wind, and Marcus was

fell into another warm embrace, the familiar tobacco

you alright?” Ashton asked me, an undertone

head, meeting his stern

upright, Ashton walked towards Marcus and threw a

brawl, but it wasn’t