COVER CREDITS TO THE LOVELY @Mintu17
Laylie
I can't sleep. I should but I can't. I turn my head, the clock reads 3:56 am. I look back up at the ceiling shutting my eyes in frustration sighing. I place my hand on my forehead thinking of what I just let happen. I lost all control. With him, he makes me lose control and I still have not figured out if that is a good or bad thing.
He is fast asleep and his mouth hangs slightly open. At peace. He is not so intimidating but rather tranquil. His breathing is soft and even. I sit on the edge of the bed still wearing his long white shirt.
He's a murderer.
I turn my head staring down at his bare torso. Random tattoos littering all over. I swallow contemplating what the morning brings. I stand up heading to the shower. I feel unclean. I strip naked and turn the shower on hot. Hopping in I let the hot water cascade down my back soothing my tenseness. The steam spreads throughout the small bathroom. I shut my eyes trying to escape, trying to absorb everything.
I don't know how long I've been in the shower but at this point, my fingertips are starting to look like raisins. I step out and notice out the tiny, steamed window the sun barely starting to rise. I walk over to the sink and wipe the mirror. My vivid blue eyes peeking through. I let out a sigh and begin to dry myself with the rough white towel. I then wrap a towel around my body tightly quietly walking back into the room trying to not wake Asher if he's still asleep.
Staring at the bed I see that it is empty. Suddenly I hear Asher from my side.
"I see you couldn't sleep either" I slightly jump at this sudden interruption and turn to see his uncovered back to me. He is still only wearing his tight black briefs.
Oh.
"Yeah I just- I needed to clear my head," I say walking over to my bag which is beside him. His head then turns staring at me. I rummage through the small bag trying to find something to wear today. I need something comfy.
"Your not-I mean you don't regret last night right? I'm sorry if you didn't want that I promise-" I cut of his rambling.
"No. No it's not that-last night was, good" I say looking down blushing at the last part. Memories of the night before pop in my head. I then snap out of it quickly grabbing my clothes.
"Anyway, I'm gonna get changed," I say grabbing my beige sweater and nicely fitted dark washed skinny jeans which Nace had given me. The thought of Nace still saddens me. I then walk into the bathroom. I slip on the plain black bra and underwear and finish off with brushing through my somewhat damp hair.
I walk back into the room and Asher is there sitting at the desk with his laptop and phone sitting side by side. He looks frustrated and concerned.
"What's the matter," I ask walking towards him. His gaze never leaves the screen.
"I'm trying to be sure we aren't somehow being tract. Call it fucking paranoia, but I just always have a feeling" the sayings typing some sort of weird code on the laptop. It looks like one of that government stuff. Huh.
"Alright" I then walk back to the dresser and grab my phone and plop down on my back on the bed. Suddenly as I am holding the phone in front of me it is snatched. I then hear a crushing sound.
I quickly sit up and see Asher crushing the device into a million pieces.
"What the actual fuck" I say yelling at him.
"Hm, cursing suits you" is all he says then walks back to his desk. What?
"why the hell did you do that?!" I yell now standing up. He is annoying me severely.
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His World
General Fiction***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of my before. Family. Betrayal. Lust. Love. Money. Power. Death. This game only ends with me finding the truth. His stare full of lust and des...