It Started With Ice Cream

Chapter 3- Being Stuck With This Guy....

The house was fucking humongous, please excuse my language but it was huge. It was gigantic. I just gawked as some guy in a suit got me and Ashton's bags out of the car. A small whimper escaped me, making Ashton roll his eyes.

"This place is awesome!" I shout, bouncing on the balls of my feet in excitement. "Good lord, my heart is beating so fast."

He pushes hair from his face with scoff. "Hopefully, it'll stop beating altogether."

I fight the urge to peel his skin off slowly and fry it like bacon, following the men in suits into the house. Ashton takes lead, walking through the sliding glass door with a casual sigh. As if living in a place like this gets tiring. I would kill to lick this door, stop shitting me, this was awesome.

"This is the main room." It was right in front of the windows, giving a perfect view of the pool. There were few lounges, some chairs, a huge bookcase which actually had books along with some picture frames and a coffee table.

I take a breath. "This is all yours? You own all of this?!"

"If I say yes, will you shut up?" He sighs and I flip my pinkie at him which makes him smile somehow. I don't know if he knows that was meant to be rude. "I own this property and 2 more."

I hold my head. "How do you do it?"

"Well, when your this awesome, its not that hard." He says with a wink and I find my stomach curling but roll my eyes instad.

Eventually, he has showed me the whole place and now I'm just laying in my bed with a wide grin on my face because I hadn't expected my life to change but it had and I was just so happy and stuck with a bastard and having rambling thoughts but I was just so proud I had come this far. I run hands through my hair, smiling.

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I stumble into the kitchen, a wide smile on my face. It slowly dims, seeing Ashton nodding off at the island, a cup off coffee in one hand. "Looks like you didn't sleep well." I say, watching him.

He looks up at me, putting on a smile. I totally regret even deciding to be hungry after waking up, it was a bad fucking descision. "You think so?"

I roll my eyes. "Your telling me like its my fault."

He shrugs. "It wasn't. I was just listening to you sing incoherent shit all fucking night." I cringe because I know I sing in my sleep. I don't know why but ever since my real Mom ditched, I sing in my sleep. Fuck him, though. I hate it when hes right, he needs to be wrong all the more often.

"S-Sorry." I say quietly. "I think we got off on the wrong foot."

He scoffs. "That would mean I get off on the wrong foot with everyone." I look at him with annoyed eyes. He can't be like this with everybody, that would be hell on earth. Hell isn't actually on earth.

Or is it? This guy was making me doubt we were ever even on earth. What if all humans were born in hell and the devil has come to check up on his estate? I stare at him as thinking all of this shit. He looks away from his coffee to me and I quickly look away from him.

"If you wanna stare, just stare." He says with a shrug. "I won't judge you, I'm a very attractive person."

I scoff. "Attractive my ass."

He checks me up and down. "Well, they do help you with those shorts."

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SORRY THAT ITS SO SHORT BUT I'M SO TIRED, I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP, GOODBYE PENGUINS!!!