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Meant To Be

"Good morning love, did you sleep well?" he breathes, in a hoarse voice placing a kiss on my lips. "Good morning. And yes I had a lovely sleep. Just a little sore but I'm okay " he excused himself and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out shortly after. "Hey! Put me down! I have two healthy legs! " I screamed and kicked when he came back and took me bridal style walking to the bathroom without saying anything. "I can help you undress" he chuckled when I stood there staring at the water that he had run for me. He held my waist and draw me closer. "I'm still waiting for an answer" he whispered, gentle biting my earlobe. "Ash.." I moaned his name. "Yes love-" he slipped a hand inside the opening of the robe, gently massaging my nipple making me moan harder this time."- answer me " he added, His light green eyes burning with desires. How was I suppose to disagree when only his hand could make me moan like he was inside me. I lowered my gazes from his tantalizing obs to his pink lips. As if he knew my answer from the way I mentally fuck him with my eyes, he crushed his lips with mine and... "Oh my God Ella! You are still in the shower. You are unbelievable." Lena's shouted waking me from my sleep and dream. That was one hell of a dream! Ella Lawrence quit her job. she starts a new job and her boss Ashton Grey wouldn't stop making passes at her. Yet... She dreams of being held by him. What could possibly happen between her player-boss and her? Read the full story to know what happens. See you there! Enjoy! READ VOTE and COMMENT. Thank you.

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Chapter Thirty -Two-- In his house

Ella's POV

strange except for maybe my changed clothes.

I hope I've not been kidnapped or something. I was panicking by now.

Is this how I am going to die? Without meeting dad, for the last time? Maybe it would be a good thing. I will get to see mum again. But this is not how I would like to die. I sure want to see mum again but not this way. I am not ready just yet. My wild inner voice wasn't helping me either.

In an attempt to come up with anything that might have gotten me in a strange bed and a strange room, my brain couldn't come up with anything. it was just blank.

Oh, wait... I was busy stressing that I didn't see the note, glass of water, and a tablet on the nightstand.

The note read;

Good morning love, help yourself with the tablet, it will help with the hangover, and join me downstairs.

I will be waiting.

Your boss,

Ashton.