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Chapter 8

"Let go of me!" Payton yelled. 

Chase left. He left her. Payton was scared again. He would tell everyone about her secret. 

"Don't cause a scene, Blondie." A familiar voice growled. 

She knew that voice. It was vaguely familiar. Maybe it was a bartender from a coffee shop, or a 2nd cousin. Payton was sure she knew the voice. 

"Who are you?" Payton questioned. 

The figure didn't respond, spiking Payton's fear-level. She was getting kidnapped. And she wasn't doing anything about it!

Payton kicked the figure. She wasn't facing him. Payton's back was facing his chest. His well-defined chest. Her head was so pressed up against him, she couldn't move. 

Before she knew it, Payton was in a storage room closet.  It was dark, and surprisingly smelled like strawberries. And mint. 

"What do you know, Blondie?" The masculine voice asked, "What the hell did he say to you?"

Payton rolled her eyes, blatantly shaking her head. "Who? Who is 'he'. I have many acquaintances, you know." Payton smirked.

Her back was pushed onto the wall, arms pinned by calloused hands. Payton groaned at the pain. "What did Goodman tell you?" The voice grumbled. 

"Oh. Chase? Well, that's none of your beeswax, Kid!" Payton hissed. 

"Kid? I'm older than you Blondie. You're what...21?"

"Twenty? You think I'm 20 years old? You're 4 years off, Dude." Payton ranted.

"Tell me, Blondie." He growled into her ear, making her shiver. 

"No."

"Yes."

Before Payton could reply, soft lips crashed onto her own. Their lips molded together, and Payton felt as if she was in heaven. She froze as she realized she was kissing a complete stranger. 

"Get off me!" She yelled. Her actions lead to him letting go of her for a split second. Payton got out of the embrace. 

She trapped the man. They were in the exact same position, but she was the one in charge now. Her eyes could see him. He was hot. She took a sharp intake of breath. The lighting in the room was enough to see he was mad. 

"I just kissed a 16 year old. I'm going to jail." He muttered. 

"16? What's wrong with you? Are you blind or something? I'm 24, you  idiot." Payton complained.

"So I could do you, and it wouldn't be against the law. There wouldn't be any objections, either?" He smirked.

"Yes." Payton confidently answered. "I mean..."

His lips crashed onto hers again, but were stopped by the door opening. 

"I just wanted my mop. Kids these days are way faster than in my day." The janitor mused.

After the janitor left, Payton looked at the guy. He had a look of realization plastered on his face. 

"Kiera Mead. Pleasure to make your acquaintance again. The name's Ashton Blacker. Also known as Asher Lanes." 

Payton's eyes widened. The man in front of her had been one of her biggest competitors. She'd just made out with her competition. 

Ok, so sorry for the short chapter. I had to leave it at the cliffhanger, because...