You fight, I touch you, you lose.
???????
"I'll make you feel good, promise."
I backed away onto the bed, my heart throbbing hard against my chest when he stepped toward me.
"All you have to do," he said with a smirk, "is be quiet. Can you do that?"...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
WE FLEW BACK to my home state rather than driving, and I sat to sit toward the window in the plane because Asher clearly wanted to block me in.
I glared angrily at the wall, my hands shaking in my lap because I had all these plans set up to escape him...
And he still found me.
"By the way," he said as he scanned the menu in front of him. "Our wedding will be resumed once we get back to state."
I blinked, looking over at him in concern. "What? But it was a week ago."
"Indeed." He continued scanning the menu before glancing up at the flight attendant. "A white wine sounds pleasant, thank you."
She smiled and nodded. "And anything for you, madam?"
I blinked before shaking my head.
I'm ninety percent sure that Asher isn't going to pay for my drink after what I did.
And he took all my money away... storing it in some stupid bank account.
Asher glanced down at me then, brow arching. "I heard your stomach grumble five minutes ago. Are you sure you're not hungry?"
I slid him a nervous glance. "I can't pay for it, Asher. Remember?"
He smiled then and chuckled. "Pick something. Anything you want. Drink, meal, snack."
I blinked. "What...? But I thought you were mad at me."
He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. "Just because I'm mad at you doesn't mean I'm going to make you starve. I'm not Mason. Now pick something or I'll pick for you."
I listened then, gazing down at my menu and scanning the contents.
When I found something that sounded interesting, I gazed up at her. "Uhm... the red wine sounds good... and uh..." I looked at Asher.
"I told you, anything," he uttered, not even bothering to glance at me.
I then looked up. "Uhm... the... the cheese plate, please."
