ASHLEY.    My eyes are drawn to slits as mom's gaze moves to my legs and Sinclair remains still; staring at me with a stupefied expression and furrowed brows.    "Ashley, what the... What the hell are you doing?" She raises her voice, the basket in her hand dropping before her in a loud thud, and I shut my eyes for a brief moment, fear streaming through me.    God, this is bad! This is so fucking bad! This is not how I imagined my fucking morning to go!   "Move. " I whisper to Sinclair, who hasn't moved, pushing at his shoulders and pulling the duvet over my body with my gaze on my leg; too scared to meet the woman's eyes.    "This is what you've been doing? You had a guy in here? I knew something was suspicious when you wouldn't let me in here, but I never thought it was something like this! What is wrong with you, Ashley? Why will you..." She pauses, her eye

SINCLAIR.  "So Vincent found out about you and Ashley, and things went bad?" Heather questions and I hum.  "But you knew that was going to happen, didn't you? We both know how Vincent is, Sinclair. You know how protective he is about his sister, and you..." She pauses and I crease my brows, challenging her to finish her words. She chuckles before saying, "You're known for a reputation of fucking around with girls. I understand the guy if he wants you away from his sister. " I scowl at her and say, "You are only saying that because you've had his dick in you. No surprise there if you defend him. " I snap and Heather gasps, shaking her head with a hurtful expression on her face.  "That was so mean of you! I wasn't siding with him anyway. If you both love each other, then no one should stop that. " She shrugs and I nod, saying, "Unfortunately, they do not think that way. I need Vincent to

ASHLEY.  He said them.  Those words. He fúcking said he loves me. Sinclair Leovough just said he fúcking loves me.  God, I can't decide which one to think about. The fact that we just had the most mind-blowing sex after an extended time with him moulded to my body without the impediment of protection? The fact that he coated and bathed me with his cum, and I took it like the greedy girl I am, or the fact that the man just said he fucking loves me.  Excitement skimmers through me, and my face split into a grin as I move from my fours and wrap my arm around his neck.  "Say it again. " I demand and he chuckles, wrapping his arm around my waist and moving me to his lap, his cock brushing my wet, throbbing pussy while his hand moves to my hips.  "I love you, Ashley. I fúcking love you. " He sa

VINCENT.  She groans against my lips, her hands moving to my neck to pull my body fixed against hers, and my grip on her waist tightens; excitement flooding through me at the feel of her mouth against mine... Again.  I part her lips and thrust my tongue inside, a groan issuing from her mouth when I swirl my tongue around hers in an intense battle for dominance.  "We can't do much here. I have to get back to work. " I grunt, pulling back reluctantly and she draws her brows together, saying, "Whoever said we are doing more than this?" A chuckle falls from her lips, and I take a step back to create a safe distance between us.  "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I lift my brows and she shrugs, saying, "Nothing, but did you seriously expect me to have sex with you?" "That seems like something you were about to do, and willingly too, might I add, if I hadn't

ASHLEY.  I open my eyes up with gratification swirling around me, and my body feeling so relaxed with last night news. After an unwarranted battle, it's ultimately over and now I can be with my man without having to care about how my brother will see about it.  I told Sinclair last night and he was as thrilled as I was to hear the news.  I stare up at the ceiling with a smile on my face and my hands on my belly.  The vibration of my phone distracts me and I grab the mobile, my heart fluttering at the sight of two new text notifications; one from Lucinda, and the other from Sinclair.  Out of habit, I open Sin's message first, and he doesn't fail to stretch a grin on my face.  SINCLAIR: Wakey Wakey, Little Greene. It's time to get out of your fantasy of having me between your thighs. School day, which means I won't be able to see y