"Of course I told them everything! From your dick size to the type of coffee you drink in the morning,"
Johnny and Ash have been cursing each other out with their aggressive humor since before they can remember. And when Jonathan becomes a widow wi...
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(Ashley POV)
I crash into the kitchen cabinet with a loud bang and turn around. Jonathan had been running after me in the hallway but in the darkness of the kitchen, he was nowhere in sight.
I slowly tip toe my way around the marble countertop, feeling my way out.
My heart was racing a mile every second.
I still couldn't hear him.
"Where is he?"
I whisper to myself as I can only hear my own footsteps. I look around but it was hard to see in the darkness.
I suddenly feel a strange tingle and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"I'm right here."
he whispers directly into my ear and I scream from fright, kicking my leg out.
I hear a small oof and a thud as Jonathan falls to the ground.
I try to take the opportunity to continue running but he grabs my legs and I fall to the ground.
Squealing with my nails scratching the hardwood floor as he pulls me to him. I felt like I was in a horror movie.
"Where is it?"
He asks in his deep angry voice of his that sends chills down my spine.
"Have you ever thought of going into acting?"
I laugh nervously, even though I can't see him, I can feel his seething gray eyes burning holes in my head.
I feel him push his weight down one me and I yelp. He's got one leg holding my legs down and one hand holding my skinny arms together.
"Ashley."
He says my name seriously and I get another chill.
"Ya! Let me go and I'll give it to you!" I call out.
I feel his weight push down harder.
"I don't trust you." He says and pats down my chest with his free hand.
"What is this TSA? Let me go, please."
I beg but he keeps going, feeling his way under my sweatshirt.
"Tell me where it is."
He whispers and I stick my tongue out accidentally touching his cheek, not knowing that his face was so close to mine.
"Eww, Did you just lick me?"
He laughs and I lick him again, If he keeps laughing I might be able to make my escape!
But he slams his head into mine and I retreat in pain.
His hand still on my chest.
"You have really soft skin." He mumbles as he goes down.
I felt like I was on fire, every touch let off some strange sensation that I couldn't quite name. I've never felt this before. Maybe I'm getting sick or something.
"Do you want my beauty tips while you're molesting me?"
I say sarcastically to hide the truth.
I didn't want him to stop.
He reaches to the pockets of my sweatpants and finds it.
