Red Lines (sugardaddyashton)

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Finally it's getting interesting!!!

still only two reads

--Danielle

Skylar’s POV

Sunday I spent super cleaning my apartment. Even now, on Sunday night, I wasn’t sure it was nice enough here for him. With all the money he made, I was sure his place was some MTV mansion. And I only had the one king sized bed for us to share. I wish I had another bedroom for him, or at least a sofa bed that he could use.

But he didn’t seem to mind the one bed when I told him about it. Part of me was really thrilled at the idea of having him sleep next to me, but the idea that he would see me in the morning made my body tense and sweat in fright. I’m sure he looks perfect and sexy in the morning…and my eyes pictured that for a few minutes.

He told me to miss him. And I am. Damn, something is severely wrong with me. I didn’t even know this guy, really.

But those kisses. Damn.

I had the check all ready for him, made out to A.I. Construction, in an envelope on my kitchen counter, the single word ASHTON written upon it. I apologized again to my dead Grandma, hoping she would understand. I even fantasized that my Grandma was a cool woman, and if there was anything worth buying, this was it, and she would approve.

My dad had already called me this morning with the results of my background check. Ashton Irwin is a clean, law abiding citizen. On paper, anyway. I told my dad that Julie was dating him and that I just wanted to make sure he was alright.

I have too much junk food. I was looking in my cabinets now, seeing if I had the right food in the place for my guest. He was probably Mr. Healthfood, with that body of his. Oh, screw it, we could always go food shopping tomorrow night if he wanted anything.

God, I am nervous. I had bought five new notebooks to start taking notes and I had my tape recorder set up with 6 new tapes to record our interviews. I hoped that I could do a good job asking him questions that wouldn’t insult him but led him to open up to me.

I had already seen how good he is at covering up his true emotions, even when he was being attacked in that dark corner at Fire. God, that was purely awful.

It felt really good to go in charging after those women, and having my girls right behind me, helping me out was great, too. I didn’t even think about it…I just saw what they were doing to him and I lost it. I was running towards them before I knew it was happening. I wanted to save him.

That’s probably my whole mental reason for paying all this money to have him here…I want to save him. Does he want saving?

But what bothered all of us girls was the way Ashton took the attack. So calm, so “no big deal”…I didn’t believe it for a second. He was hiding. Covering things up, putting on a happy face. I wanted that happy mask off his face. I want to see the real Ashton.

I took a nice shower after dinner and for some unknown reason, I shaved my legs, the entire length of each one, and any unsightly hair anywhere else on my body. Was I expecting him to see my body? No. Yes. I don’t know.

I was so confused and torn that my head began to pound. I went to bed at 9 o’clock that night, too exhausted mentally to worry about another thing anymore.

The next morning I had my alarm set for 7am, but I was awake at 5:30 am. I couldn’t sleep. I felt like it was Christmas morning and I was 3 years old waiting for Santa to arrive.