"Good morning love, did you sleep well?" he breathes, in a hoarse voice placing a kiss on my lips. 

"Good morning. And yes I had a lovely sleep. Just a little sore but I'm okay "  he excused himself and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out shortly after. 

"Hey! Put me down! I have two healthy legs! " I screamed and kicked when he came back and took me bridal style walking to the bathroom without saying anything. 

"I can help you undress" he chuckled when I stood there staring at the water that he had run for me.  

He held my waist and draw me closer. "I'm still waiting for an answer" he whispered, gentle biting my earlobe.

"Ash.." I moaned his name. 

"Yes love-" he slipped a hand inside the opening of the robe, gently massaging my nipple making me moan harder this time."- answer me " he added, His light green eyes burning with desires. How was I suppose to disagree when only his hand could make me moan like he was inside me. I lowered my gazes from his tantalizing obs to his pink lips. As if he knew my answer from the way I mentally fuck him with my eyes, he crushed his lips with mine and...

"Oh my God Ella! You are still in the shower. You are unbelievable." Lena's shouted waking me from my sleep and dream. 

That was one hell of a dream!

Ella Lawrence quit her job. she starts a new job and her boss Ashton Grey wouldn't stop making passes at her. 

Yet... She dreams of being held by him. 

What could possibly happen between her player-boss and her? 


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Meant To Be

I couldn't fall asleep again. I think I slept enough back on the plane. I sat up and took the chocolate that Lena packed in my bag, and put it inside my mouth. I live in chocolate. I smile to myself. I'm satisfied with the sweet effect I got from the chocolate as I slump back to the bed. 


My mind drifts back to earlier in the plane, remembering what happened... Everything. It was a dream but it felt so real. If I didn't know my boss any better, I would have thought he touch and caress my cheeks. The simple thought alone of him doing that got me excited. 


He will never do that. I'm not his type he prefers celebrities and models to be specific. And how did I get to know about that, Simple: for the past weeks that I have work with him I have seen who he goes out with or not and almost every week he is with a different person. 


I am not a model neither do I have a model's body, the shape and curves I don't have. 


Chapter Fifteen--Meeting