Manipulative || A.I.

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MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! This chapter contains sexual content. If you don't want to read it then don't :) 

Ashton's POV

Was she agreeing with him on this? Was he actually going to get what he initially wanted from her?

What do you mean 'initially'? This is all you ever wanted from her. He thought. 

When she turned the light on in her room he stopped dead. He let go of her hand, she turned to look at the lack of contact and tried to follow what his eyes were looking at. 

"What is all of this?" he walked around the room, eyes skimming all the clothing. If he thought the amount in her living room was a lot, this was almost a hoarder condition. Most of the stuff still had tags on it and the prices made him cringe. Three hundred dollars for a pair of jeans? Sixty for a shirt? 

"Are you seriously concerned with that right now?" she kicked off her shoes and he watched as she began to unbutton her shirt. 

"Amelia told me you had a shopping problem but this is insane Sarah. You haven't even worn half of these things! What's the point?" he grabbed one of the items sitting on a chair in the corner seeing yet another ridiculous price tag. 

"I like them. Now are we done discussing my clothing?" 

He turned to look at her and saw her standing in just her underwear and bra. 

Wow. I was not expecting that. She is beautiful. I mean I knew she was pretty but... He thought to himself. 

He stood there, worried if he made any sudden movement, the moment would disappear. She took a step closer to him, and he realized it was not going away so he followed suit and took a step closer to her. 

She reached out and pulled on the zipper of his hoodie and they both watched it move down until the two bits of fabric were disconnected from each other. He shrugged it off his shoulders, it fell to the ground with all of her clothing. 

"I really like your...umm..." he choked trying to find his masculinity that had somehow disappeared at the site of her and her borderline Victoria's Secret model-like body. Instead of trying to talk he just raised his hand to trace her side, brushing up her rib cage, to her shoulder, and then cupping her cheek.

"Do I sense some nervousness in the Great Ashton?" She smirked. 

"Shut up," he smirked back and finally pressed his lips to hers. Her body reacted so quickly he barely had time to think. Her hands pulled the bottom hem of his shirt and then went under to feel around his chest. As her hands danced along his skin, his moved around to the one place he knew he enjoyed. 

Taking a handful of her bum caused a smile to break on her lips as she bit gently on his lower lip, conformation she enjoyed the feeling. 

"So you did enjoy when I grabbed your ass in the closet," he began to kiss down her neck as he spoke. 

Her head fell back to allow him more skin to leave his mark as she replied, "Not really. At that point I still hated you."

He felt her laugh vibrate against his lips as he kissed further down to the rift between her b reasts. 

"Hated? As in past tense?" he spoke as he bent down on his knees as he kissed her flat stomach. His hands went to her hips and he felt a small scar on her hip bone. 

"If I still hated you would we be in this position right now?" She replied. 

"What's this?" He spoke gently, ignoring her response, and swept his finger across the scar.