“I’m not here for your melodrama, Thompson. You better get up or I’ll shoot this lover boy of yours.” The goon warned.
“I’m not her lover boy.” Ashton corrected tired of the scene. On top of that, the day doesn’t seem to end. It was like someone held the knot of the sun and wasn’t allowing it to set.
“Now get up.” The man ordered when Simone continued to sit on the floor.
Startling them, she got up without creating a ruckus. It was so not her type to surrender in front of the enemies but then what was running in her mind?
Her action perplexed even Ashton now. His eyes fixated on her covered face, but he didn't miss that slight smirk forming on the sides of her lips, visible through her scarf.
Simone c****d her head to one side; her Iris dancing in merry scrutinizing Ashton's keen
