ASHLEY.  "I'm off. " I announce, striding towards the door with my backpack in hand.  "Have fun at school, baby. And stay away from trouble. " I roll my eyes as mother calls out. She honestly thinks I'm some ten years old that need to be told that.  "I will, mom. Have fun at work too. " I respond nonetheless, because she's my mother, and I love her.  I let out a shaky breath as I walk out the door; the cold from the breeze hitting me, and I wrap my arms around my shoulder as a measure. Maybe I should have listened to mom, and taken that coat with me.  My phone dings, and I bring out the device; holding it to my gaze.  There's a new message notification from Lucinda, and I open the text; my eyes running over the words.  LUCINDA: Hey, I might come late to school. Thought I should let you know so you wouldn

ASHLEY.  I open my eyes to the brightness of the room, my head banging too loud, and a hiss slips through my parted lips as I sit up on the bed; resting against the headboard.  With one hand on my head, I gaze around the room. It smells of wealth. And in a different situation, I would have been awed, but right now; I'm so angry. I'm precisely fuming as I look around for any sign of Darren.  I knew there was something off about him, but I stopped doubting him when we got closer, and how stupid could I have been? Does this explain how he got to know my house, and Sinclair? No one knows about Sinclair. Not even my best friend, so who the hell is this guy really? And how long has he been stalking me? A hiss slips through my lips as I look around for my phone, but of course, he took it. He wouldn't be dumb enough to leave the mobile with me.  I don't know where the fuck I am, or how the fuck I'm supposed to get out of he

LUCINDA.  "It's a dead end. " I mumble under my breath as the woman watch me with a strange expression on her face.  "How may I help you, young lady?" She speaks startling me out of my thoughts, and I bow politely with a small smile on my face.  Stepping back, I say, "I'm so sorry to disturb you, but is there a resident here that goes by the name Darren Hollands?" I know it's a dead end. Judging by this young woman's face; there's no way she could be Darren's mother, and there's no resemblance of her being his family.  "I'm sorry, but I think you got the wrong address. " She says, and I nod. She glances over her shoulder at the voice that calls out, and she responds in what sounds to be French before turning her gaze back to me.  "Is that all, young miss? I have to get back to my family. " She jerks her head to the side, and I nod, bowing again. 

ASHLEY.    "But not right now. " He says, cutting my excitement short. "I can't fuck you right now, Little Greene. I'm not with condoms, your brother is downstairs, and your mother is rooms away from here. " He chuckles, pulling back, and my heart sinks, but I know he's speaking the truth.    "But while I can't do that; there's something else I can do. " He smirks as he rubs his finger against my wetness, and a moan slips through my parted lips as I shut my eyes.    "I can make you feel good with my fingers, Ashley. " He whispers, and I hum, grinding against his finger.    "Let's get rid of those panties, yeah?" He says, and I nod. Sinclair raises, lifting me in his arms before flipping me to the back, and laying me against the mattress.    I spread my legs apart for him to settle between them, and he clench each thigh, lifting each to rest against his sh

SINCLAIR.    I had one thing to do.    Just one thing I needed to do to keep that fine line between messing around with Vincent's little sister and fully getting involved with her. I needed to not get addicted, and I thought I pulled that off better than I anticipated, but turns out I'm wrong.    I wasn't.    I'm certainly not. Especially not after having been so deep inside her.    Ashley is like a little sister to me. I've never seen, nor looked at her in a different light other than that, but that changed when I came back.    Something seemed to have changed about her.    Maybe it was for the fact that she looked more mature than the little girl I knew years ago with glasses the size of her entire face.    Or maybe it was because of those damn pyjamas she had on that night.&n