[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell." - Walter Scott
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I don't think I've slept so peacefully in a long time. Going to sleep knowing that Ashely will have to spend the night chained to a shelf is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.
Well, since we had sex, of course, because I don't think anything beats that. Fuck, I really shouldn't think about it so much. Especially not in the morning...
I know we said we would never fuck again but I can't think of anything else but what it would be like to have sex with her again. What is wrong with me? Well, I don't mean that I think about fucking, because that's a given, but why do I always think about her?
I don't know what the phone call was about she had yesterday and why Ashely was so upset but I think she was talking to that Layla girl. She seems pretty suspicious to me...but my opinion doesn't matter anyway. And besides, I don't really care, do I?
I still wonder what they were talking about. And damn what kind of CIA agent is she anyway? How she just didn't hear me coming twice and then couldn't stop the handcuff thing. I don't know her that way...but all the better because it finally gave me a quiet night knowing that she is chained to a shelf in the office.
I really don't want to know what exactly Niall uses those handcuffs for...but unfortunately I can imagine. I found them in his room, but at least they weren't plushy because that would have killed me. Well no matter Ashley finally had to spend the night with them and I didn't.
Just as I was about to turn around to sleep some more, however, something stopped me. Wtf? Still with tired eyes that were half closed I pulled on my arm again, but I still couldn't move away.
The sound of a rattling chain then made me tear open my eyes in shock. No. No no no. My eyes first fell on my hand, which to my horror was handcuffed to the metal post of the bed with different handcuffs than Niall's, and then I noticed her.
Ashley was sitting on the little couch right across from my bed with a nasty smile and a black robe wrapped around her perfect body. "Good morning sunshine, slept well?" she purred exuberantly.
I eyed her snidely and then hissed, "probably better than you!" She started giggling and then playfully tilted her head. How the fuck did the free herself? That's impossible without the key.
"Ashley, what the fuck is this?" I then spat as I pulled on the chain another time to no avail. It was very thick chain metal not like the ones you use in bed. Fuck, I couldn't break them so easily. "Hmm, what does it look like?" she asked humming. I huffed annoyed as I let myself fall back onto the bed.
"I'm not in the mood for your damn games. Open the fucking handcuffs." I growled, wiping my face with my hand irritated. "Oh Harry, I thought you liked games." she said, chuckling.
