Ashiya
"Mauro, I don't have to explain myself or my relationship with Damon to you. I don't like you and I don’t like you still. Please respect my choices.”
Before my mother died, she told me to fight for my own happiness. That I must not sell my body and soul to the devil. Not even for money.
She told me to give myself to the man I like or love. No matter what happens, whether I regret my choices in the end, it was still my choice. It would be my own sh*t to deal with.
My body, my rules, my choice. And that was the best gift I could give myself.
“Ashiya.” Mauro’s voice was gentle when he called my name. I watched my hand move closer to mine. I was on high alert just in case he tried anything funny but he stopped an inch shy from my hand that was handling the cup of coffee. "I stil
