Hidden Beneath Each Other// L.R.H.

4

"Your mine..." Luke mumbled, his intoxicating lips pecking the nape of my neck. I let out a breathing moan as his kisses move up to my collar bone. I shudder as his hands travel down my body. My heart picks up as his lips travel to my chin and to the edge of my mouth.

His lips are like ice against my heated skin. I crave him...I want him to want me just as much as I want him. His lips smash to mine as he moves his cold lips on mine. He nibbles, asking for entrance as the butterflies invade my stomach.

"No.." I croak pushing him away from me, reality hitting me like a bus.

"No?" he ask playfully, pushing me against the wall.

My eyes immediately open and I'm covered in cold sweat. Luke's touch lingers, making the dream feel so real.

"L-Luke..." I croack out, my eyes slowly but finally adjusting to the light.

I look down at my freed wrists before looking up. I see a tall unfamiliar man standing next to... Luke.

The man is about 6 feet tall, with about the same color hair as Luke except his was curly and longer. He also had the most beautiful shade of eyes, an orangish color, light green around the pupil, and goldish specks inside the green and orange.

I look back over to Luke. He smirks before saying, "Hey babe. Glad you're awake." He winks at me, his gaze falling to my wrists.

"W-who untied the rope?" I stutter out looking at my very pale wrists.

The other man speaks up, "I did. Im sorry about what Luke did by the way. He really didn't mean it, he's just a bit.. frustrated." I look at Luke again as he holds up his crossed fingers.

"I'm Ashton by the way."

"I'm uh, Grace." I start to stand up but Luke stops me.

"Sit your pretty ass back down. You're not going anywhere." He pushes me back into the chair before Ashton pulls him back and away.

"Luke, get out. Now." Ashton points his long finger to the door while Luke rolls his eyes and walks out.
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Lukes POV

"So this is her?" Ashton whispers.

"Yup." I cross my arms.

"Why is she on the ground though? What did you do Luke?" Ashton says as he grabs the chair firmly, lifting it to its feet. He looks down at Grace's wrists noticing the dry blood around the rope.

"What the fuck Luke?! Your not supposed to hurt her!" I wince at his tone.

He wraps his hands around her small wrist, untying the rope. I want to push him away from Grace and tell him that she's mine, but I don't.

"She has the fucking money Ashton! How else am I supposed to get it from her? Should I be good cop and shower her in my love? No because that wont fucking work! I need the goddamn million dollars her father owns me, Ive waited long enough." I huff in frustration.

"Thats not an excuse to hurt her! She's only 16 and besides her father is dead! You shouldn't make the poor girl's life even worse!" Ashton raises his voice and me, turning back to Grace as he brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

I growl at Ashton.

I look at Grace and notice her eyes are darting back and forth under her eyelids. She starts to move around in her chair. She whispers "no" as she stops moving. She remains still until her eyelids finally flutter open.

"L-Luke..." she croaks out.

Wait, what? Why did she say my name?
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Grace's POV

Ashton holds his hand out to me, gesturing for me to take it.

I hesitate before placing my small hand in his large one. He helps me up and puts his arm around me.

"I hope this is ok. You seem a little out of it and I don't want you to fall." He leads me out of the small room I've been trapped in for the past few days.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he leads me through a dark hallway.

"Were going to the nicer part of the wearhouse. Where you were was the underground part, where we keep our priso- supplies and things." Im just gonna ignore the fact that he was about to say prisoners because, to be honest, I really don't want to start something up.

"Nicer part? Wearhouse? What even is this place? Why am I here?" I ask as we turn a corner.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions," we step in front of a door and Ashton puts in a code. "the nicer part is where the workers live and do things. It's way better than down here." The door opens and we walk into an elevator.

"Yes this is a wearhouse. It's where our... business is. It's 4 stories tall. The first story has the low class workers. The second floor is the higher class workers. The third floor is where the employees live. The last floor is the bosses floor. No one really goes up there." He starts gently tapping his foot.

"And this place is, as I already said, our work place. Last answer to your question, your here because your part of our job. Your like a new," he smirks "customer."

"Custo-" I'm cut off by the ding of the elevator and the door opening.

"You have to be quiet ok. People like you usually aren't supposed to be up here. We're going to my bedroom." He whispers into my ear and I can feel his warm breath against my neck.

He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. My heart beat immediately spikes up.

Why am I like this? He looks much older than me. He's also a complete fucking stranger.

He leads me around a corner and we're met by a door. He easily opens it and pulls me in with him. He unhooks our hands and locks the door.

"W-why are we in here?" I look around, astonished at the sight.

The room is quite modern, all black, grey, and white. It's a very large room too. I mean, I'm used to this. I lived in a mansion for Christ sake. But why was I in such a shitty place before and Ash in this luxury.

"So the shower is over there," Ashton points towards the white door on our left. "there you can get cleaned up in there. There's towels in the drawers down there, extra essentials in the cabinets at the top, and clothing. Ill run to my mates room and get you some female clothes. Well um bye? Make yourself at home by the way." He then walks out, locking the door.

I shut the door to the bathroom and step into the shower, closing the curtains behind me. I turn on the water, not bothering to turn the knob to hot.

The water hits my back like ice, but I don't care. My life has gone to shit. My only source of happiness is gone. And Luke took it away.

This is all because of Luke. He murdered my father. He claimed to be my uncle, and he took me away. He keeps asking about some stupid money that my father owed him. My father doesn't owe anyone anything. Luke is a liar. A big fat liar. I wish Luke didn't exist, I wish he never took my life away from me.

Tears start to form in my eyes and fall down my face. Im oblivious to the sound of the door opening and then heavy footsteps walking over to the bathroom door.
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Author's note:

Hellooo, I wrote this chapter with the editing help of my best friend. Sooo yea, sorry if its bad. Well, my eyes burn bc is freezing and 12am so ill be going to bed now. I love you guys and vote or comment if you liked it and byeeee.