The Mafia's Wanted Desires.

ASHLEYA sharp pain tore through the bones that surrounded my brain, resonating through it with a pounding headache that threatened to split my head into it. I groaned softly and my eyes fluttered open. I had to squint my eyes, due to the sensitivity of the ray of light that shot through the windows, settling directly into my eyes.A loud grumble exited my lips, the minute I remembered that I had to go to work. Again. I rolled to my side, my eyes dropping to the masterpiece snoring away softly on my chest. His reddish-brown hair looked so messy, his mouth was a little ajar as he breathed softly. He looked so peaceful.I giggled at the sight of him. I could look at him all day. But then, that meant not getting up from this bed. I shifted in his embrace, gently prying myself out of his strong grip, so I wouldn't wake him up. I rose to my feet, clutching the satin sheets to my naked body. My eyes landed on my black nightie, lying a few feet away from me.My cheeks turned crimson in embar

ASHLEYHome.The one place I got to be truly happy. Where I got to be more of myself and bond with some of the most important people in my life. It was a habitual thing for me to go home every weekend. Although I missed the last one, I knew there was no way in hell I was going to miss this one.A sudden wave of nostalgia hit me, once I pulled over in the driveway that led to the cute bungalow I grew up in. I squealed to myself like a little girl, hopping out of my car. The neighborhood was quiet with very few people roaming around and going about their normal routine.I rang the doorbell twice and waited for a response, tapping my foot on the doormat impatiently. The door creaked open and an unfamiliar face came into view. One of my brows tugged up at the petite lady, instinctively, earning a warm smile from her."Hello, I'm Julia. You must be Ashley." She introduced herself, extending her hands forth, for a handshake. I slipped my hand into her waiting ones, giving her a confused smi

ASHLEYThe microwave beeped, signaling that the pizza I was heating up was ready. I jumped down from the kitchen counter, humming as I typed away on my phone, taking a sip from my glass of red wine. I was starving. I turned it off and brought out the container, wincing at how hot it was."Ouch!" I cried, dropping it on the counter with a thud. I opened the tap and rinsed the affected finger, sucking it off a little. I downed the remaining wine at a go, setting the cup on the counter. I opened the container and took a large bite from the pizza, moaning in satisfaction."Babe!" Adam called out to me."In the kitchen, honey!" I said through a mouthful of pizza. His footsteps drew nearer and he stepped into the kitchen, pushing his hoodie off his head, revealing his red-rimmed eyes. I furrowed my brows at him and dropped my pizza, walking over to meet him."Is everything okay?" I asked quietly and he nodded with a smile. He opened his mouth to speak, the pungent smell of alco

ASHLEY I sat holed up in the car, breathing softly with each passing second. I brushed my fingers through my hair which was tied in a ponytail, easing out my compact mirror from my clutch. I opened it and took a long glance at myself, my eyes particularly resting on the crimson-red matte lipstick my lips were coated in.I didn't recognize the girl that stared back at me in the mirror. She looked bold, classy, and like she didn't give a fuck.The spa treatment I got today transformed me into a model that was about to walk the runway. The peach-thin-strapped dress I was wearing stopped two inches above my mid-thigh. It had a plunging neckline that cupped my boobs perfectly, showing an ample amount of cleavage.The straps formed a crisscross on my back. The dress was tight around the waist and dropped around my mid-thigh in a cute flare. The sultry makeup Dawn had taken her time to perfect on my face made my honey-brown eyes pop, giving me this lazy bedroom look.My hair was tied in a

JaxonFor as long as I could remember, I have always underrated fictional movies and books, but this right here changed my opinion about it. It's been stated that a kiss with someone you feel connected to, makes you feel like you are floating in the air. Like you were on top of the world.Fireworks, goosebumps, and butterflies.They erupted in the pit of my stomach, blowing up and wreaking havoc in me from within.Her lips moved so slowly against mine, allowing me to taste the vodka on them. My hands moved up and down her back, my skin prickling with goosebumps. She tugged at my lips softly, nibbling on my lower lip and a soft moan escaped her lips, eliciting a low grunt from me.I couldn't comprehend how just a sound from her could leave me this hard.Her hands moved up to my neck and she placed a palm on my nape. Her fingers found their way into my hair, grazing my scalp. I hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around me, while I moved us away from the desk to a comfortable surfac