I take my phone and find Ashton’s message.
Ashton: I will get anything my princess wants.
I blush at his message and find myself smiling like a teenager in love.
Ashton: Go to sleep, princess. Don't smile too much when looking at my text. I would rather that you smile in front of me.
I throw my phone as if it's on fire. Damn! How did he know? Did he install cameras in my room or something?
The next day, I wake up and freshen up. After taking a bath, I stand in front of the mirror in my towel.
I look the my neck that literally filled with marks. Ahh, does he have a kink or something? Why did he leave so many hickeys? The previous ones haven’t healed yet either.
I find myself blushing looking at the hickeys.
These can’t be hidden by foundation or concealer. What should I do? It looks
