9- Wrong Person
Ashley’s pov
“Ashley? Sweetheart? You are crying? What happened?” Concern was dripping from his voice, and it was making me cry even more.
“Shh…” Still kneeling on the floor, he lifted his hand and gently wiped my cheeks with his thumb, “Can you be alone for a few minutes? I will just be back in a jiff.” He snapped his
fingers. I managed to nod at him.
Without realizing what he was doing, he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and went out leaving the door slightly ajar.
I started wiping the tears with the back of my hand. It was stupid of me to cry like this when Justin was not at fault here. Maybe I needed to blame this time of the month for making me
extra sensitive.
Waiting for him patiently I started tapping my foot on the floor when I heard him walking to the bathroom, “Ashley?”
Such a gentleman. He was again asking for my permission. This time I did respond to him.
“Yes.”
He entered with his gaze lowered down and extended his hand to hand over a brown envelope. Not understanding I looked at him and then at the brown bag.
Before I could ask him, he nodded at me, encouraging me to take the pack. The subtle smile on his lips was making the cleft beside his lips more visible.
“Just call me when you are done. I am not leaving you here.” He handed over the pack and turned his back to me. I fished inside the bag to find disposable panties, tampons, and pads.
Ah! Bless you, Justin. I thanked his broad back, silently.
After getting done with the job I washed my hands. Once, he heard the water running in the basin, he turned towards me.
He looked up and the moment he saw me his face lit up.
No. How was that possible? Come on, Ashley Walters!
Don’t go over there. He is out of your league!
“All set!” He came closer and very gently shifted back a hair strand off my forehead. With that, he bent down and without warning scooped me up as if I weigh nothing.
“Justin… I… I am perfectly fine. Trust me!” He turned a deaf ear to my requests and placed me gently on the bed.
“Here… Take this.” He turned and gave me another brown bag. This was larger and quite heavy.
“What is this, Justin?” I peeked inside and then looked up not understanding. There were juice bottles and some crazy snacking stuff.
“Just in case you want to kill some time. I brought these.” He shrugged and placed a pillow
behind my back, “You just rest and enjoy the snacks. Do let me know if you need anything else I had no idea what you liked so I picked up chocolates and candies and some biscuits…” He sat beside me on the mattress… closer to me, “Chips…”
Like really close…
“So, what else…” I did not let him finish,
“Doritos!” I said loudly in excitement. He turned his head and cocked up a brow.
“Really? Doritos?”
“Yup. I can finish all the packs. I just love them. Especially those spicy ones! Yum!” I closed my eyes feeling the taste on my tongue, “Eating Doritos. Watching a good romantic movie.”
“Well. Then you will get lots of them within an hour.” He smiled.
In my excitement, I forgot. I was not allowed to switch on the tv.
Maybe I could do some snacking while watching it. He must have sensed my smile faltering.
“What is it now, princess?” This man must know telepathy. How could he tell every time that I was upset?
I had to come up with a reasonable excuse.
“Nothing. You are treating me like I am sick!” His amber–colored eyes were roaming my face.
He did not say anything and kept staring at my face. That little thing in my chest that was supposed to provide oxygen to my bloodstream was thudding there.
“What was in your missing bag?” He asked me but for some reason, I could not hear it. Instead, I was just staring at his lips.
“Kitten! Stop it!” He said a little loudly but there was a tinge of laughter in his eyes.
“Sorry. What?”
“What was in your other bag? Clothes? Shoes?” He tucked my stray hair behind my ear, “Just make a mental note of whatever you want. I will take you shopping.”
Now that got my full attention. I was not allowed to go anywhere.
“No! I can’t!”
Instead of responding to my rejection, he kept looking at me. I did not know why I felt guilt in his eyes. None of this was his fault.
“You better take your rest. Enjoy your snacks.” He stood up ruffling my hair and I felt disappointment making its way into my heart.
He was leaving? So soon?
Behave yourself, Ash. The man must have a job. He is not like you were offered ten million for keeping his ass glued to the room.
I stood up picking up my snack bag.
“Where are you going?” He asked me when I started walking towards my mattress.
“I am not allowed to use the bed, Justin. I have nothing to do here. So, if in case I will fall asleep, I don’t want to be caught red–handed.”
He kept standing there like he was trying to decide something.
“Are you planning to go to sleep?”
“No!” I shook my head, “Why?”
“You said you don’t have anything to do right now. How about you accompany me to my office and help me with some calculations.”
“Accompany you to your office? Why? I mean, I just said I am not allowed to step out…
“My office is on this floor. So don’t worry about being caught. Even if someone sees us, I know how to handle the person.”
I was thinking hard about his offer. He was in no way some assistant to the Deluca family. I was sure by now that he was a part of this family.
“Now that’s a bummer.” Nadia’s nostrils flared up while trying to hold her yawn. She was not the only one who was tired.
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