Ashton:
“I have a car waiting for you outside. It’s going to take you home to pack a bag. We will be gone for three or four days. You will need business and casual clothes and maybe a bathing suit if we have time.” He turned, opened the closet doors, grabbed his own bag to pack, and as I walked out of his home with my flaming skin and dress that fit much too tight after what I had just done with Arden, he turned, calling my attention again.
“Oh, and Ashton, quit your other jobs. You don’t need them anymore.” I didn’t speak, I just walked away. I was angry. Had he not heard me? I need those jobs; they pay for my mother’s care.
I would have to talk to him and make him understand. H.e.l.l., I hadn’t even been able to work the other jobs since starting this one, but I wasn’t ready to let th
