Chapter 3 Ashton
ASHTON
A WEEK AGO
Ihad been here months taking in the sights. It wasn’t the worst place to bury my head in the sand. It was what you would expect from a small town, a little different than I remembered it.
Here, at least, I would be free from distractions and could get my thoughts in order before returning.
That was until I saw her.
It wasn’t the first time I had seen her, but I thought it was just a passing crush. I’d had many that had piqued my interest, but none had kept it.
Women were good to have fun with. Sink your cock in them for the night and let them give you that sweet release. I never had found a woman I wanted to keep—but maybe, yes, maybe I wanted to keep this one.
Watching her doesn’t bore me, I don’t even see it as a game, I’m mesmerised by her, nobody else is looking at her, it’s like she’s blended in with the scenery—almost invisible, maybe she doesn’t want to be seen.
But I see her.
She walks into a local coffeehouse, I can smell the sweet aroma of the dark rich coffee as she opens the door to step in, it’s almost like it’s inviting me to follow her-I know it’s not, she doesn’t even know I exist and that’s something I plan remedying.
Stalking across the street, I walk in strides, desperate to get closer to her. I open the door and the bell chimes as I walk through the door.
Halloween decor adorns the walls, giving it a festive vibe, and that sweet rich coffee scent wafts across my senses as soon as I enter.
She’s stood at the front making her order. I stride towards her like I’m desperate for a cup of coffee, but I’m desperate for something else.
Her long dark hair flows down her back in waves. She wiggles that tiny pert little ass that is dying to break out of her washed out jeans.
“Hey Dove, what can I get you today?” I hear the barrister say.
Dove? What a pretty little name. It suits her, but this little dove won’t be flying away.
“pumpkin spice latte and one of your famous gingerbread.”
She waits patiently, the scent of her swarms across my body, sweet like vanilla, with a hint of seduction.
She spins around, crashing into my body. Oh, holy fuck. I freeze for a moment, savouring the way her body fits against mine. It’s almost like she was fucking made for me.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She mutters, not daring to even look at me, but I want her to look. I want to see her eyes fucking dance, but she keeps her eyes on the ground and rushes off.
I don’t even need to turn to know that she’s exited the quaint little coffee shop. The chiming of the bell tells me that she’s no longer here.
I could stay and order a coffee and sit sullenly in the corner watching the towns people go about their lives, regretting the fact that our first meeting was so anticlimactic.
I’m already kicking myself. Why didn’t I say something? Why didn’t I stop her from leaving? I just stood there entranced by her little body against mine and once again she had disappeared.
“What can I get you? The barrister smiles?”
“Nothing.” I mumble as I charge out of the coffee house because what I wanted wasn’t here anymore.
Stalking down the cobbled streets, I search for her, but I don’t see her raven hair anywhere. The scent of her is nothing but a distant memory. The fallen leaves crunch beneath my boots as I walk aimlessly looking for my sweet dove.
The streets are littered with people strolling down the street, the side eyes and awkward looks burn a hole in my back, it was something I was familiar with, they were intimidated and curious about the newcomer who had come to town and usually I would give them a show but my mind was preoccupied on finding my little runaway.
All hope seems to be lost, I’m just about to give up and go home when I spot her raven hair in the local bookstore, at last I’d found her, a small smirk plays across my lips as I enter the quaint little bookstore.
She doesn’t even look up as the bell chimes. It’s like she’s oblivious to the world around her.
That’s what’s so appealing. She doesn’t care about what everyone else is doing, she’s just in the zone doing her own thing.
She’s a whole vibe.
The scent of old books and leather swarms me as I walk around the bookshelves, finding a nice little spot to watch her.
Gliding my fingers across the old leather, it brings me a sense of peace.
Hidden behind a bookcase, I pick up a random book that I have no interest in reading and peek over the book to see her curled up in a chair reading a book.
She looks so at peace and fully enthralled in the book that she’s reading, I can’t see the title from here but whatever it is seems to bring her happiness, her eyes glaze across the pages and she smiles, a small dimple pierces her cheek.
She’s fucking perfect.
Right then, I just know it from watching her, completely engrossed in something so simple that makes her happy.
She’s mine.