Erin Ashford Feet の小説・ストーリー

“Mrs. Carter, Miss Carter. Welcome to Ashford Manor. Mr. Ashford is awaiting you in the foyer.” Mom practically vibrated with excitement as we ascended the stone steps. The double doors swung open, revealing a grand entrance hall: marble floors veined with gold, a chandelier the size of a small car, walls adorned with oil paintings of stern ancestors. And there he was—Victor Ashford. Tall and imposing, with silver hair swept back, sharp features, and eyes that missed nothing. He wore a casual sweater and slacks, but exuded authority like a second skin. He stepped forward, pulling my mother into a kiss that lingered just long enough to make me uncomfortable.

Gloria offered, snapping out of her own shock and walking over to the bench "You've done a lot already Gloria. Thank you but I'd rather do this myself." Asher politely rejected her offer, fully concentrating on the shoes on my feet. I felt chills envelope me as he started to give my feet light massages. I had to pinch myself to be sure I wasn't in fantasy land again. "Feeling better?" His rich velvety voice resonated in the backyard. It's masculinity snapping me back to reality. "Y…y…yes, I'm better." I couldn't even give a proper response, not after those hands had attended so tenderly to my feet.

Ashley lowered her head, quietly sat up, propped herself up on the bed, and slowly walked down to the ground. "Shoes." He glanced at her again with wide eyes, compromising. At first glance, he knew they were his. Ashley looked down at her white feet: “Where are my shoes?” Milan crossed her arms, coldly looking at Ashley, and said: “Didn’t I say it? You didn’t care about your health, still stubbornly went to work, then fainted at Meadow’s place.

This entire outfit was extremely sexy. "How do I look?" I ask Kylie as I step out, doing a small spin for her. "Damn I have good taste! You look sexy as hell," Kylie compliments as she looks at my outfit. "I may have to get myself a set." "I'm sure Elliott would enjoy it," I smirk as I go over to my shoes. I find a pair of black platform heels that are six or so inches tall. These heels are so comfy because they have memory foam soles. "Seriously Ash?" She groans but I don't miss the blush on her cheeks.

He walked barefoot, felt the soft grass and blended with the mother Earth. Asher messed up his hair, which was styled with the groom. His hair that fell gently on his high and wide forehead made him look younger and more liberal. Calantha did not know how to answer that question. “But, your shoes, I have just..." As Calantha tried to explain, Asher interrupted her. He said, “Calantha, you need to practice more. I don’t want you to step on my foot when you’re wearing high heels. It would be an awful experience for me.”

The tee shirt comes down to her ankles and it's such a relief to see her covered properly. "We are leaving!" My words are firm but I'd be very shocked if the vindictive bitch actually lets u leave this easy. I dont wait for her to answer. I walk over to Kelly and Jack and take Kelly's hand as Jack takes her other hand and we start walking down the pack steps. Kelly tugs on my hand and I lean down to see what's wrong with her. "Can I take my shoes off please Ash? They are hurting me. I dont like them." I nod my head and quickly get them removed and throw them across the pebbled ground.

Waiting on the stairs felt instinctive. Footsteps followed, slow and careless. His attention was exactly where I expected it to be. Ash appeared at the top, smiling at his phone. “Morning, Miss. Love the outfit. Teaching fashion today?” he said. A soft laugh escaped. “Free day.” His eyes widened in disbelief. He jumped down the stairs and met me halfway, throwing an arm around my shoulders. One glance at his screen was enough. Eyes shut fast, but not fast enough. “Ugh. What is wrong with you? You horny...”

How in the world is she going to wear that? Heels for Alex, no way. She doesn't even know how to walk in heels. It's going to disgrace her. Ashia kept mute watching every expression that played out on her lady's face, ranging from a look of shock to a look of amusement and a look of weirdness. She can't laugh in order not to sound rude. She cleared her throat and Alex looked up sharply at her. "I hope that heels are not for me, Ashia?" Alex asked softly. Ashia chuckled nervously and looked up at her in a way that suggest "I am sorry my lady, it is what it is"

I beg as Ashley looked at me and walked faster. "Plssss naaaaaaa!!!!!" I shouted as Ashley turned back and sighed. "I've heard oo , let's go , this legs aren't going to jog themselves" she said as I smiled and jogged with her. . ........................ "Ladies!!" Someone said as Ash and I stopped jogging to see Ayodele walking towards us. " I see you are jogging" he said as Ashley confronted him. "Mus- ter- fer What do you want?!?" The way Ashley pronounced his name made me laugh internally. She mostly lived in France so she still has that accent when she speaks.

And even then… How is all this possible? My chaotic thoughts come to a pinpoint focus as Asher walks into the room, his leather shoes echoes across the marble floor. He doesn’t really walk. It’s more like a slink he does, like he’s trying to sneak up on you but failing miserably because of how loud his shoes are. He walks with one of his shoulders first. Sideways, almost. It’s a bit off-putting and I already am wary of him. He gives me vibes that are only getting weirder despite the money he’s giving me.