daunt

sixty five

"i bet luke can't offer you what i can." sierra went on, laying beside the man who she'd fucked after the ride.

ashton sighed and rolled over.

he didn't want to face her.

it was midnight, probably past that now, and he knew he'd made a huge mistake sleeping with sierra.

"do you even really like him?" sierra asked as she stared at ashton's golden back. "you don't seem right for each other, if i'm being honest. he probably does what you're doing now anyway."

ashton's blood ran cold at the thought of that, his hands twisting and clenching with anger at even the mention of his baby doing something like that.

he would have replied, but he wasn't in the right to, because luke would never do something like that, and even accusing him of it would be a push.

yet here he was,

laid in his enemy's bed.

after fucking her relentlessly for, well, a while. and he knew at the time he had felt no remorse.

it was only after the deed was done that it started to settle in how shit of a thing it was to do.

"so,"

ashton shifted and rolled over.

"you promise to stay away from me and luke now? you won't talk about me or him to anyone. don't think of us, don't tell people this happened." ashton looked at sierra sternly, acting as if he missed the playful smile that grew on her lips.

"i never promised not to tell people you slept with me." she smirked. "everything else i suppose i can do, for now."

"you can't tell anyone this happened." ashton grunted, sitting up, his eyes fiery.

"who says i cant?" sierra laughed. "i have full control of you, ashton irwin. i have pictures of you sleeping with me. i never said i would keep them to myself." she smiled sweetly.

ashton had really fucked up.