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Chapter 28

Ashton climbs into the nearest taxi, dragging me with him.

He mentions the directions to our driver, and we speed off.

My heart beats vigorously inside its cage, the beat of my heart rings through my body and as if Ashton can hear it (maybe he can) he reaches over and takes one of my hands.

The taxi driver speaks with a thick american accent and he mumbles slightly, I can't really understand him.

"So did ya fly in from Australia?" The cabby asks, taking a left.

"No, England." I speak up. Ashton glances in my direction, a dark shadow carpeting his face, through the darkness a smile is propionate on his full lips.

"Ye old Great Britain, eh?" He asks, looking at me through the rear view mirror.

Did he just try to do an english accent? is that what it was?

"Indeed," I smile at him.

The cab drives swiftly down the black tarmac road, passing buildings and pedestrians.

Moments of nothing but the hum of the city pass, until the car stops.

"Here you are," the man smiles. "$15"

Ashton pays, and I step out. The pavement is damp and the air is frosty.

"Thanks, mate" Ashton shouts as the man speeds off.

Ash holds all our luggage, and quite clearly he is struggling.

"Here let me help," I laugh lightly, taking my carry on and suitcase.

"Thanks," Ashton sighs happily, holding the door open for me with his foot.

As soon as I walk in I am greeted by warmth.

The lobby's decor is mainly reds and golds. The carpet is a deep scarlet with thin swirls woven in.

"Hey," Ashton walks up to the woman at the desk. "We booked a room under Irwin."

"Room 30, 7th floor." She smiles, scanning ashtons face, slowly fluttering her eyelashes.

Jealousy bubbles throughout me and I watch her stare at him. Stop staring at him. I grit my teeth together.

Ashton is oblivious as he collects the key card from her.

"Thanks," he says.

"Anytime," she smirks, laying back in her chair.

I bite down on my lip, hard. Before turning and grabbing the luggage that I put down.

I join Ashton in the lift and as soon as the metal door closes he bursts out laughing.

"What?" I ask sternly.

"You-" he laughs "you were jealous!"

Shock covers my face. "I was not!"

"Yes you were! The look you gave her was pure hatred."

"No it wasn't," I groaned.

"There's nothing to be jealous of, darling," he smirks, walking closer to me.

"I wasn't jealous," I sigh, trying to control my breathing as he steps even closer, so close that I stumble into the mirrored elevator wall.

"You sure about that?" He whispers.

I nod.

"Because," he starts. "This blood on your lip doesn't seem to think that," he wipes his thumb along my lip, capturing the small amount of blood there.

My breaths become unsteady as I stare up into his hazel eyes.

The pad of his thumb is still pressed on my lower lip. He tilts my chin up slowly so I can see him better.

"You have nothing to be jealous of," he slowly annunciates each and every word, slowing down each syllable.

I nod again.

The elevator dings, and stops on the 5th floor and a business man steps in.

Ashton peeks at him through his long eyelashes and he steps back from me.

The tension inside the small space is unreal, my heart continues to flutter as Ashton stares at me.

The lift moves upwards and stops on our floor.

"Sorry, man," Ashton laughs as we exit.

I look to the floor and I can see Ashton grinning out of the corner of my eye.

"Stop laughing at me," I mutter.

"But you're cute when you're jealous," he says, trying to hold back laughter.

"Ugh, I wasn't jealous," I whine

"Yes you were, Carter," he says in a sing-song voice. "And you were jealous because the girl at the desk was looking at me!" He laughs.

"Fine," I sigh, stopping out side room number 30, our room. "I was jealous, there I said it."

"There, now was that hard?" He speaks in a high pitch voice, mocking me.

"No, it wasn't." I drop both bags at the side of my bed.

He walks towards me, his arms stretched.

"Come here," he wraps his arms around me.

"I'm tired." I say weakly.

"Then let's go to sleep, yeah?"

"Yeah,"

I climb into bed, the thin, paper-like hotel bed spreads and quilt pulled up to my chin.

"Night, Cart," he whispers.

"Night, ash."

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THAT WAS AN AWFUL ENDING BUT I WANTED TO UPDATE FOR YOU!!

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