First Glance Fiancé

Dead man

*BAM!! oh yeah, finally writing again, but probably not for long. Finals are coming up and just totally bsed my way through my English Final, but, just my luck, still didn't finish it in time. -_- Daaaammmnnniit! And try saying that really stretched out in a whiny voice, it is SO much fun!! Anyway, onto story!*

Chapter quite possibly 8

Ashton's POV

I stared dumbly after the girly. Her, a lesbian? No way in hell. I pride myself on being able to tell virgins from sluts, nerdy to sexy, and definitely straight to lesbian. There is now way possible someone like that has a preference to girls. It would be a tragedy to all men in the world. I thought back to way she looked.

Long, sexy, wavy curled red locks. Plump lips, flawless skin, and a body that made men stop in their tracks. Certainly made me look twice. Or thrice. And those eyes, those emerald- I shook my head, trying to erase all thoughts of her from my head. So I made a mistake, my first mistake. I just had to take this as stepping up my game. I decided to leave the bar, reaching into my pocket to call someone for a quickie. Maybe Missy, she seems up for anything every time I ring her up.

As I put the phone up to my ear, I gazed one more time over the bar, not knowing why, but looking for a certain red head. I saw her in the very back of bar, leaning in a corner. It seemed as if she was trying to blend into the shadows. Who would go to a bar and just stay in a corner? What was the point? I tried to catch her gaze, but her eyes were stuck to the floor. Then I glanced around her, and my blood boiled.

A man, late forties, looked around as he reached into his pocket. He took out a little white packet and tipped it into a martini glass. I watched angrily as the substance dissolved instantly. What kind of sick bastard would need a drug to sleep with a girl! I watched him closely, then I saw who his target was.

My girl.

I all but ran to him, my eyes seeing red. I knocked the glass out of his hand, the glass crashing to the floor. Startled, he jerked his eyes up, glaring at me angrily, until he saw my face, then his face became pale.

"M-Mr.Thomas" he stammered at me, "W-what are y-you doing h-here?"

I grabbed him by his throat and slammed up to the nearest wall. Leaning up close to him, I snarled right in his face, "What the fuck do you think you were doing, you son of a bitch!?"

He swallowed audibly, "I d-don't think, I u-nderstand what you-"

I took his body off the wall, then slammed him back into it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. I shook him, and he jerked his head to look at me. I could barely recognize my voice as I threatened him.

"You will never work in this country again. You have insulted me, therefore you have insulted my family. I will make sure you are never able to work anywhere but a cleaning job. And if you ever try to force yourself on another girl..."

I raised my hand, forming a fist, I drew it back, was about to swing at him full force, when I heard her haunting voice,

"Let him go!"

I turned around to see Red Locks glaring at me, hands on her shapely hips. Still holding him by his throat, I raised one of my brows,

"And why should I?"

"He hasn't done anything wrong!", she berated me.

I clenched my hand in anger, and could hear the man gasp for air. Red Locks widened her eyes, and told me more forcefully, "Put him DOWN!"

I threw his body to the floor, hearing a pleasing cracking sound.

He moaned in pain, and she quickly reached down to help, but he slapped her hand away, "Don't come near me!"

She retracted quickly, a hurt look on her face. I scoffed and she turned back to scowl at me, but I just glowered at her and started walking away.

As I slammed the bar door, I felt vibrations in my pocket. Flipping open my phone, I saw the caller id read Missy, and hit answer.

"Hey baby, I was wondering if you were up for some...."

*So this chapter wasn't planned but I decided to go with the flow. And shout out to darkangel_2000!!! Thanks for telling me to upload :) UR AWESOME <3*