You Had Me, You Lost Me, You'll Never Find Me novel Chapter 18

Sylvia violently shoved him away. "Whether I hide someone or not is none of your damn business! We broke up, why do you care?"

Ashton's towering frame leaned in, his fingers firmly gripping her chin. "Even a divorce requires a cooling-off period. Don't you think you owe me a buffer before calling it quits?"

Sylvia had already cried all her tears over him earlier, and right now, she couldn't even summon the energy to feel heartbroken. She just felt numb.

"Whoever wants to cool off with you can go do it! When I say we're done, we're done. From now on, we're nothing but exes. Stop harassing me."

Hearing her cut ties so cleanly, her perfectly cherry-red lips spitting out nothing but absolute rejection, Ashton's throat bobbed. He crashed his lips down against hers, violently cutting off her words.

Some people were simply incapable of resisting the magnetic pull between them.

He forced her lips apart, greedily devouring her sweet, intoxicating taste like a man starved.

Sylvia had just been calling him an ex a second ago, and the next, she was completely trapped against him. His mouth ground intensely against hers, Ashton kissing her with a desperate, suffocating possessiveness.

Before she realized it, he had already pushed her down onto the mattress.

As she felt his raw, aggressive desire spike, a surge of panic washed over her. Partly because she absolutely refused to sleep with him, but mostly because she was terrified for the baby.

Ashton was fiercely dominant and incredibly intense when he took her, and she was genuinely terrified he would harm the child.

"You're acting like this, and you're still telling me no?"

He rubbed against her with aggressive affection, sending Sylvia into such a panic that she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face again.

The sharp smack echoed violently through the dead silent motel room.

Ashton's head snapped to the side from the impact, leaving him completely stunned for a second.

Who could have ever imagined that the untouchable heir to the Wyatt empire would be slapped twice in the same day by the exact same woman?

Ashton ran his tongue over his teeth, letting out a dark, incredulous laugh.

"You're getting addicted to hitting me, aren't you? Try that one more time and see what happens."

The woman pinned beneath him stared up with watery, slightly red eyes, glaring at him with a mix of fury and terror. Hearing his threat, she immediately raised her hand and slapped him hard across the other cheek.

Smack!

Perfect. Now they were symmetrical.

"Think whatever the hell you want. Who I talk to and who I flirt with is none of your business. Do I need to report my entire life to you?"

Accusing her of flirting right off the bat pissed Sylvia off. Who the hell did he think he was?

Ashton's eyes completely voided of emotion as he casually tossed the expensive bouquet straight into the trash can.

"You know exactly what you've been doing."

Sylvia watched him throw away the roses she had specifically bought to celebrate her successful audition.

He just tossed them like garbage.

Watching his violent arrogance and his petty, baseless accusations, a suffocating knot formed in her chest, leaving her completely speechless.

Ashton stood casually, his tall frame radiating a scorching, dangerous intensity.

"You've slapped me three times now. That's enough throwing a tantrum. Get your things and come home."

His tone carried a stark, final warning that he was done playing games.