Ashton
A headache.
The first thing that comes to my mind.
It is time to go back, and she is still a virgin. Seriously.
I mean, who would believe me?
We are on the flight now and she is sitting right beside me, not even glancing. Xavier pulled Desire to the bed on the other side. Talk about the benefits one can have if you have your private jet. I put my right hand on Crystal's thigh and squeezed it. She whimpered in pain, I knew the mark will be there, and it should be, “baby girl don’t you show your sass in the home. Am I clear?”
She nodded.
“What, do not you have a tongue?”
“Yes,” she said louder.
“Yes, what” I gave her a not pleasing look. Neither I am in one.
“Yes, Ashton," she answered
“You will not take my name” I growled.
She flinched at this, “So what will I call you”.
