“And that’s how I liked to be referred.”
“Then why did you tell me your real name?” I questioned.
“I don’t know…I just did.”
“Ashley, it is.”
He growled at me.
“Well, goodnight.” I walked inside then slammed the door in his face before he could get another word in.
Once I was alone, I thought about Jace’s peculiar behavior. When he was sick, I usually stayed with him and made him soup. But now he wanted nothing to do with me. Maybe he had food poisoning…I wasn’t sure.
I lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling. My thoughts started to drift, and I eventually fell asleep.
“You’re such a fucking dick!”
My eyes flashed open at the sound of a woman’s voice.
“You think I care?” I recognized Ash’s voice. “You came over here to fuck and that’s what we did. Now leave.”
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was midnight.
“I never should have called you.” The woman was clearly upset.
“You say that now…”
I walked to my front door and looked through the peephole. An attractive blonde girl was slipping her heels on. Ash stood in front of the door, only wearing his boxers. His chest and legs were bare.
“Go fuck yourself, Ash.” She stormed off.
“Why should I when I have whores like you crawling all over me?”
She threw her shoe at him then kept walking.
Not sure what I was thinking, I opened the door and scowled at him.
His eyes locked to mine. His chest was hard and defined, and his legs were thick like trees. His brown hair was tasseled, like a woman had been running her fingers through it. There was no shame in his eyes. “Can I help you?” The annoyance was in his voice.
“Pig.” I turned around and walked back inside my apartment.
“Don’t judge my life. You know nothing about me.”
“I know what I need to know.” I slammed the door and went back to bed.
I used the GPS on my phone to find the house. It was a three-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. A truck was in the driveway, and so was a small car. This was the place. I killed the engine then walked to the front door.
After I knocked, a man answered. I recognized him from the painting. He had brown hair and green eyes, and he was over six-feet tall. “Hey.” He extended his hand to shake mine. “You must be Alaska.”
I shook his. “It’s nice to meet you. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Scotty.” He opened the door wider and let me step inside. “Livia is excited for you guys to work together. She hasn’t stopped talking about it.”
“I’m excited too.”
He led me into the living room, where an easel stood and a table sat covered in newspapers. I set myself down and opened my case.
Livia came down the hallway. “Hey, you’re here!”
“Hey.”
We hugged each other before Livia set up her stand. “What do you think we should work on?”
Scotty came to her then kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“You don’t have to run and hide just because we’re working,” she argued.
He smirked at her then rubbed his nose against hers. “I don’t mind. I just want to stay out of your hair.”
The deep love was in both of their eyes. It shined bright and was unmistakable. I hated to admit it, but I was extremely jealous. Even though Jace and I had talked, things weren’t back to normal. He didn’t look at me the way Scotty looked at her.
He walked away and disappeared into the bedroom.
“Sorry about that,” Livia said as a blush filled her cheeks.
“Don’t be. You guys are so cute.”
“We are.” She smiled and let a sigh escape her lips.
My jealousy grew.
She flipped through my book and selected a picture. “This is amazing.”
It was a picture of my sister lying in stalks of grass. She wore a purple dress with matching mascara. I liked photographing her because she was so beautiful. I never told her that because I didn’t want it to go to her head, but she really was. My nana said it all the
“Then why did you tell me your real name?” I questioned.
“I don’t know…I just did.”
“Ashley, it is.”
He growled at me.
“Well, goodnight.” I walked inside then slammed the door in his face before he could get another word in.
Once I was alone, I thought about Jace’s peculiar behavior. When he was sick, I usually stayed with him and made him soup. But now he wanted nothing to do with me. Maybe he had food poisoning…I wasn’t sure.
I lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling. My thoughts started to drift, and I eventually fell asleep.
“You’re such a fucking dick!”
My eyes flashed open at the sound of a woman’s voice.
“You think I care?” I recognized Ash’s voice. “You came over here to fuck and that’s what we did. Now leave.”
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was midnight.
“I never should have called you.” The woman was clearly upset.
“You say that now…”
I walked to my front door and looked through the peephole. An attractive blonde girl was slipping her heels on. Ash stood in front of the door, only wearing his boxers. His chest and legs were bare.
“Go fuck yourself, Ash.” She stormed off.
“Why should I when I have whores like you crawling all over me?”
She threw her shoe at him then kept walking.
Not sure what I was thinking, I opened the door and scowled at him.
His eyes locked to mine. His chest was hard and defined, and his legs were thick like trees. His brown hair was tasseled, like a woman had been running her fingers through it. There was no shame in his eyes. “Can I help you?” The annoyance was in his voice.
“Pig.” I turned around and walked back inside my apartment.
“Don’t judge my life. You know nothing about me.”
“I know what I need to know.” I slammed the door and went back to bed.
I used the GPS on my phone to find the house. It was a three-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. A truck was in the driveway, and so was a small car. This was the place. I killed the engine then walked to the front door.
After I knocked, a man answered. I recognized him from the painting. He had brown hair and green eyes, and he was over six-feet tall. “Hey.” He extended his hand to shake mine. “You must be Alaska.”
I shook his. “It’s nice to meet you. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Scotty.” He opened the door wider and let me step inside. “Livia is excited for you guys to work together. She hasn’t stopped talking about it.”
“I’m excited too.”
He led me into the living room, where an easel stood and a table sat covered in newspapers. I set myself down and opened my case.
Livia came down the hallway. “Hey, you’re here!”
“Hey.”
We hugged each other before Livia set up her stand. “What do you think we should work on?”
Scotty came to her then kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be in the bedroom.”
“You don’t have to run and hide just because we’re working,” she argued.
He smirked at her then rubbed his nose against hers. “I don’t mind. I just want to stay out of your hair.”
The deep love was in both of their eyes. It shined bright and was unmistakable. I hated to admit it, but I was extremely jealous. Even though Jace and I had talked, things weren’t back to normal. He didn’t look at me the way Scotty looked at her.
He walked away and disappeared into the bedroom.
“Sorry about that,” Livia said as a blush filled her cheeks.
“Don’t be. You guys are so cute.”
“We are.” She smiled and let a sigh escape her lips.
My jealousy grew.
She flipped through my book and selected a picture. “This is amazing.”
It was a picture of my sister lying in stalks of grass. She wore a purple dress with matching mascara. I liked photographing her because she was so beautiful. I never told her that because I didn’t want it to go to her head, but she really was. My nana said it all the
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