[Story status- Completed]
"You have always been the joker of this gamble of lives my dear, and now is the time to use our Ace."
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To the world, she is an angel fallen from hell, but for him, she is a doll made of glass, and he is scared that...
My, my name was safest in your mouth And why'd you have to go and spit it out? Oh, your voice, it was the most familiar sound But it sounds so dangerous to me now. -Camila Cabello
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THIRD PERSON
Athalia never had refused to smoothies before, but today it was giving her nausea.
'It must've because of the cocaine from last night' she thought placing the cup back on table. But still, she should not had let her guards down, especially at an unknown place.
Who could have drugged her? It runs back and fourth her mind.
When she woke up this morning, a warm blanket was wrapped around her naked body, she remembered everything happened last night, her head was spinning and there was soreness between her thighs when she tried to move.
Athalia was scared that Cade would scold her, but instead he kissed her forehead and said that it was no where her fault, it was them who druged her should feel guilty, not her.
"What about the person who mixed Cocaine in my drink?" she asked to Maya, who was busy into some pile of papers.
Maya and here? It was a coincidence that they met last night, but Maya decided to help was a good thing. A moment ago Maya confirmed that she never bought that manuscript book it was someone using her name and she is too onto that person.
"Don't worry, Your Sugar Daddy alredy took a good care of him" Maya smricked, and the heat rushed through her boby with the blur memories of last night. How clingy she was and called him her husband, and Did she really step over Asher's ribs?
"What did he do? Did he beat him?" asked Athalia with worry, he do not want him to get into violence because of her.
"Beat him?" Laughed Maya
Before she can ask anything Cade start explaining about the manuscript, and they went back to thir work.
. . . . . . . . . . .
"Rose," Asher called for her, and she looked up at him, puzzled. He slowly knelt down, and she wondered what he was trying to do. She looked around and noticed there was no one else in the room. Where the heck is everyone?
It's just her and Asher. Before she could say something, he held both her hands. There was guilt written all over his face. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head, what he was grieving over.
"Please, please, let me apologize," he pleaded. He had been saying this ever since the day they broke up. But she never had the courage to listen to him, never had the courage to look into his eyes. She had been running from the memories they had together, because somewhere, she still wanted him. Why? She didn't know.
"And what do you want to apologize for, Asher? I've moved on, there's no point in coming back," Athalia finally replied, looking at him. He slowly placed her palm on his cheek and laid his head on her lap, just like he used to.
