로그인ASHLEY “I'll do anything you want me to do,” I mutter, my voice laced with a mixture of desperation and immediate need. My breath is shaky from his warm touch. I can feel the heat radiating off him and maybe it's just my dizzy state, but I can already see him naked from his waist down, standing this close to me.A small smirk tugs at the corner of Jeremías' lips as he looks at me, his eyes scanning every inch of my face. He loves this—the moment he knows I'm ready to always surrender fully to him. And, fuck, I love it too.“Good. Strip for me. Slow and sexy.”My heart pounds against my chest. I've not done it before, but years of watching ladies do it and a hunger to have him inside me can keep me going.He steps back a few metres to create a distance that feels like a torture of its own. He stands there, arms crossed over his muscular chest as he watches me intensely.I swallow, pulling away from the wall slightly, my fingers firm as I reach for the sleeves of my dress.I move with
ASHLEY I look up, struggling to focus on the man in front of me, until the figure becomes clear. I see him. Jeremías. He is standing with his shoulders squared, his frame domineering against the club pulsing lights. His gaze is fixed on Caleb, burning with a murderous intensity that makes everywhere suddenly tense. Then, his eyes move to me. His harsh glare vanishes, replaced by a soft concern that I notice quickly. I don't say a word. My eyes are just fixed on him, my eyelids feeling heavy. He approaches me, closer, then smoothly slides an arm beneath my knees and lifts me up in his arms. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, my grip tight, desperate to prevent myself from falling. Jeremías then snatches my purse from where Caleb had been clutching it since we arrived here. As he turns to leave, Caleb reaches out, gripping Jeremías' shoulder. “Stay away from this, Jere,” he says, his voice rising. “She's mine.” Jeremías stops, turning to face him. His expression i
ASHLEY Jeremías suddenly grips my wrist, stopping me. His grip is tight, his fingers wrapped firmly. I turn, wincing in pain as I feel the same sharp sting I had felt minutes earlier. I didn't pay much attention to it then, not when my anger at him was more than a sting in my nerves. “Let go of my wrist,” I say, my voice lacing with a mix of fury, disappointment and sharp pain. Jeremías releases my hand, but he doesn't back down. He stands perfectly still, a step away from me. He doesn't seem bothered by my glare; he's just watching me with that predatory calm. “Let me drop you off wherever you're going,” he says, his voice lacking his usual firm tone. “Thank you, but I'll find my way.” I turn and storm towards the front door, slamming it shut behind me with a force enough to rattle the glass. After more than a week of ghosting me, he walks back into my life with no explanation, expecting me to just let him in. And fuck it, I would have let him in without hesitation, beca
ASHLEY Jeremías pulls back, his eyes still on me. He sits up straight in his leather seat, turning his eyes to the windscreen in front of him. He revs the engine again, roaring it back to life before shifting the gear stick with a smooth movement. Then, he drifts out of the yard and onto the open road. I shift in my leather seat, trying to find a comfortable position, though my heart is still hammering frantically against my chest. His last words keep replaying in my mind. I can't get over the way he had said it. He isn't lying or faking it. He never did when talking to me. His eyes were low, his tone the gentle kind he uses when talking to me. And as badly as it is, I missed him too. Two days of his absence from the house was enough to spark my anxiety, but an entire week of silence from him had been a slow burn torture I couldn't handle. I lick my lips, hoping the remnants of his kiss wouldn't dry on my lips, then turn my head to look at him. He looks composed, or so I thi
ASHLEY “Good morning, dear,” Mrs Isabelle says, her smile bright as I reach the living room. My eyes flicker to Jeremías who is sitting beside her on the sofa, having a conversation with his mom. There's no smile on his face when he sees me, just a plain look. I quickly move my gaze back to Mrs Isabelle. “Good morning,” I say, pulling my hands out from my jacket pockets. “How was your night, dear?” She asks, her brows lowering in concern. “You don't look like you've had enough of the sleep you need.” I shake my head. “I'm alright.” I pause, licking my lips. I don't dare flicker my eyes towards Jeremías again. “Mrs Isabelle, do you know if there's a nearby art gallery? Thought I would go for a walk.” Her face lights up. “Oh, that's a lovely idea. I'm not sure I know if any good one. Why don't you tell Caleb about it? He knows the best spots in town and he can surely take you there.” I force a stiff smile on my face, squeezing my fingers together as I continue to look at her. I
ASHLEY “What the fuck was that?” He asks with a sharp exhale, his voice low and dangerous. “He just kisses you, is that it? Is that the new resolution? He now kisses you as a best friend or something more?” I furrow my brows, staring at him. The earlier fear is now replaced with frustration. I'm already mad at Caleb. Now, him? They're both acting like they own the ground I walk on and my entire body. I have a mind of my own, they know.Hell. I can't deal with both of them. “You Cruz brothers make me hate everything about Spain and my choices,” I say, anger boiling all over. “You both act like my life is just territory to be claimed. It's fucking not.”“You can't pretend that you didn't like his kiss. You've been craving it for far too long, Krisoff. Don't fucking lie to me.”I look at him, seeing the tension around us. I want to tell him it's not true. That none of what he's insinuating is true and the feelings are not there anymore. But I don't. Because I'm not even sure.My hear
ASHLEY “Caleb!” What the hell? After all the ‘thinking about it’ and needing just closure, I find him inside a pool, tongue in tongue with a Spanish that ghosts him. I wish he doesn't know how to swim. I can just push them far apart and watch him struggle to get to her. He jerks his head arou
JEREMÍAS I surely didn't expect Caleb to bring anyone with him as he was coming, and especially not her. I knew they were best friends but I didn't know she was far different from how Caleb had described her the last time he visited alone. But she? She's pretty and delicate, in a way that make
ASHLEY The paintbrush slips from my hand, hitting the floor and splattering paint across the polished floor. I jerk my head around to face her. My mum and my dad are standing a few metres away from me, staring and smiling. I know that expression all too well. It is the same ‘smiling with just
ASHLEY “Boring right?” A young out-of-shape man says, leaning into my space. He holds up a bottle with the name “VODKA” boldly written on it, a greasy smile plastered on his face. “How about we go over to my place and I show you what real fun looks like?” “Fuck off, sicko,” I snap, the irritati







