Ashton’s POV
I heard the roar of a motorcycle outside and knew Julissa was back.
I ran downstairs to see her. After she left yesterday, I began to feel bad that I was so cold to her when she refused to let me mark her. I had ruined a perfectly good weekend because I let myself get caught up in my feelings.
I then made a decision to detach myself from how I felt about her. I would just f**k her and make her mine. f**k feelings, all they did was put me in a bad mood.
I watched her walk in the front door, looking like a goddess with her long legs, heavy t**s and fine ass. She was wearing unbearably tight jeans today and it made me hungry for her.
I approached her with purpose and grabbed her arm, dragging her upstairs and to my room.
“What the hell, Ashton?” She growled.
I grabbed her
