Ash: A Bad Boy Romance by Lexi Whitlow

Author:Lexi Whitlow [Whitlow, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-18T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Three Years, Three and a Half Months Ago

I watch the girl as she sleeps. Not a girl, a grown woman. And my wife. She seems like a girl compared to me, not because she’s young, but because there’s a huge distance between the life I lead and the life she was meant to lead.

We’re back at my apartment now. I dropped a thousand bucks from my savings on the inn, and five hundred on the wedding. It was stupid. But those days were worth more than a lifetime spent working for Cullen. It’s been creeping over me—this feeling and what it means.

This girl, her sun-colored hair splayed over my pillow, with her degrees and her brain, and all the things she wants to do with her life.

Where do I fit in?

She’s got the Doctors Without Borders website pulled up on her computer, and she looks at it every so often. The tab hasn’t closed. I’m not sure she knows that I’ve noticed, but I have, and I know what it means.

I’d always intended to be a trainer, to open my own gym. Even after my muscle was torn to shreds, even after I was told I wouldn’t fight again, that’s what I kept wishing for. I was good with new recruits, and maybe better at teaching than I ever was at fighting. When I look at a ring from the outside, I can see all the moves that need to be made. On the inside, I was a piece of meat. I don’t miss that feeling, but I sure as hell miss taking eighteen year-old kids and whipping them into shape, showing them what they’re capable of.

Should have, could have.

Look at me now. Gambling was another game, even more dangerous than fighting. The money meant freedom to me, back them. But it was just another cage I put myself into. And for the past five years, I’ve been paying off my debt, at the mercy of a dangerous man I never thought I’d work for. Cullen always had a knack for finding lonely assholes like me.

The pay is good, but I really work in trade. I’ve become numb to it. Broken knuckles, bruised throats, dislocated kneecaps. And worse. I light a cigarette and hop out of bed. Summer rolls over just slightly, enough so that I can see her body exposed beneath the sheets.

Fucking stunning.

Her cupid’s bow of a mouth is slightly open, the sound of her breath soft and gentle. My cock stirs just looking at her, remembering how she felt last night and all the times before, taking me fully, begging me for more, giving me everything she had.

This isn’t what I asked for. But I don’t know what the fuck I asked for, not really, or what I expected to get.

She wakes, eyelids fluttering open, and I brush my hand over her hip before stubbing out my cigarette.

“I’m going now, Summer. Facing what I did—”

“Stay,” she says sleepily, catching my hand and pulling it up to her breast.

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