To Aspen

by N.J. Gray

There’s a softness to Baylor’s voice he shouldn’t possess. I’m used to the one that boasts confidence and breathes threats. This voice turns me to mush and makes my head foggy. I resent it.

Money gives people a false sense of power.

A smile tugs at my mouth when I realize I have an effect on him.

“Why would you do that? Is my humiliation worth that much to you?” “No,” he tells me. His hands move again, and I think he’s removing his gloves. “Because no one is touching you on this trip if it isn’t me.”

“You look fucking gorgeous. Now, for the love of God, go upstairs and change,” he says, but it sounds more like an order.

Kiss him? No, Aspen. Bad Aspen.

LOL we’ve all been there

“Go on, baby. Tell me how much you hate me,” he whispers against my lips.

You deserve to be loved by someone who’s not afraid to tell you how much you matter to them.”