~RUBY Despite Ethan's reassurance, I was still so damn worried about Ella. And now that I think about it, it's been so damn long, so so long that we spoke. Was it twenty four hours? Forty eight? I can't believe it took me this long to notice. Ella could not go a day without calling me. Hell, she called me more that anyone else. Sometimes even five times if she's feeling particularly mischievous. I didn't realise how much I was used to it until now. My heart had caved in completely, and it felt as though someone set fire to me lungs. I could not breathe. 'Calm down. Just follow Ethan's instructions. Ella is okay. She is totally fine. Stop panicking and just call her agency,' I muttered to myself as I took a deep breathe. I dialed Ella's agency contact, and when nobody was picking after the third ring, my panic increased tenfold. Oh God. OhGodohGodohGod! Maybe someone kidnapped the entire agency. Maybe there had been an accident. But if it was an accident,
~ASH I stared at the painting, longer than I should have. What came over me? Why did I end up drawing Ruby instead of Xena? The plan was to paint Xena. I made a vow to never draw anything else. Anyone else. Anyone except Xena. And I had failed at that. I felt so disgusted and angry at myself for being such a fool. For allowing myself to get so distracted enough by the she devil my brother married that I drew her instead. I took a deep breathe. It's okay. It's fine. I could just draw another one and pretend this one never happened. I closed my eyes and tried to conjure image of Xena, the shape of her eyes, the slope of her jaw. I gasped softly as I opened my eyes. I was beginning to forget what she looked like. The images that came into my head was grainy and unclear, as if I was looking at her through a badly fractured camera lenses. 'I'm sorry, Xena. I...I don't know what you look like anymore,' I whispered painfully. I felt the need to apologise. I jus
~RUBY I didn't look back as I stormed away from Ash, anger pounding in my bones. He thought he would just apologise for being shitty to me and I'd just laugh it off and be nice and friendly to him? Ah. As if. He was the worse jerk ever, even worse than my high school crush who turned out to be a bully. I would never, ever forgive him for hurting me. I don't care what Ethan thinks is best, as long as Ash doesn't care about my feelings, I certainly would not care about his. And he had the audacity to look sincere! Like he actually wanted to apologise. The nerve! An apology can never solve our enmity. To hell with him and whatever crawled up his ass. I opened the bedroom door and collapsed on the bed, still heaving with anger. I wanted to strangle him. Oh. I wanted to strangle him so bad. I thought back to how small and pathetic I sounded when he was gripping me, crushing my bones beneath his fingers and suddenly, I had the urge to make him suffer.
~RUBY But nothing happened! I opened my eyes and was about to start whining when Ethan suddenly gripped my waist, lifted me up and threw me on the bed. I gasped at the swift action as my body bounced on the bed. But I didn't get the chance to protest when he started tickling me. "Ethan! Stop! Stop tickling me," I squealed as laughter bubbled out of me. His eyes were shining with mischief and he didn't stop. "You cheater. I told you to kiss me," I was screaming now, laughing uncontrollably. "At least you're laughing now. Which is a very welcomed contrast to the look on your face when I walked in," he replied, as his hands assaulted my neck, my armpits, underneath my knees. He knew all my ticklish spots, and took unfair advantage of them. I squirmed as I laughing, trying to block his hands when— due to the way I was moving around— his hands landed on my breasts. The air in the room changed immediately. His blue eyes burned into mine, and the room felt hot. The
~RUBY I yawned as I opened my eyes, and realised a very warm body was plastered to mine. I smiled sleepily and leaned back to stare at my husband. He looked so perfect and angelic as he slept, and his hands wrapped around my waist felt perfectly comfortable. My husband. My Ethan. His skin was smooth and I raised a hand to touch his cheek. Soft, warm, human. Mine. His hair was rough and sexy, a result of what we did last night, I suppose. Thinking about last night...I couldn't stop my giggle as the memories flodded me. He had been so gentle and considerate and so different. And I think I prefer him this way. Now that I think about it, he was probably just shy. Which would explain why he ran away the first few times we made love. But now that he was getting comfortable with me, I realised how much I loved waking up in his arms. I threaded my fingers through his air and loved how silky and soft it was. His eyelids quivered beneath my touch, and I didn't w
~RUBY My heart pounded against my chest as the footsteps grew closer. Someone was in the house. The person who broke the handle and overturned the furniture was here, and I was alone with no means to defend myself. Fear overturned my insides. I had been foolish enough to think Ella was home and I had raced over without telling anyone where I was going. But…what if it was Ella? What if she had rushed home because something happened and overturned the house in search of something? What if she needed me right now and I was about to jump to conclusions and leave? I held my breath and listened again. The footsteps had stopped. The person was rummaging through something and I slowly crept towards the sound. The sound was coming from Ella’s bedroom. Hope blossomed, and I held a hand to my chest as I walked over to the door. I think Ella was the one in the room. I sincerely wanted it to be her. I knew she would have an explanation as to why the whole house was in dis
~ASH When I walked out of the kitchen with a glass of water, I was not entirely surprised. Of course, this was Ruby. She was the most impulsive person I had ever known and probably the most reckless too. I sighed, dropping the glass of water. Ethan had asked me to watch over her, but what was the point of watching over someone who did not want to be watched. “Well, let her go and do something stupid, as usual. I’m sure Ethan would be more than willing to clean up her mess,” I muttered to myself. I settled down on the couch, preparing to watch a football match, but I could not concentrate enough to turn on the TV. What if she went and did something dangerous? What if she went and hurt herself because her friend was nowhere to be found? What if she went and got into an accident? There would be no purpose to using her as a punishment to my brother if she accidentally ended up in a hospital, right? And besides, that was not the type of punishment I wanted for my brothe
~RUBY The police arrived in record time, and I watched numbly as the thief was taken away. We were standing outside now, and Ash had wrapped his arms around me. I was too tired to push him away, again. The tears had stopped, as well as the shaking. But I was still trembling lightly. "You alright?" Ash asked softly and I nodded. "Okay. They should be here any moment," he said, mostly to himself. "They? Who are you—" I started to ask but was cut short by the sound of the ambulance siren blasting noise as it entered the neighborhood. Ash must have called the ambulance, and I felt grateful that he was here, with me. I shuddered to even imagine what would have happened if he had been late, even for a minute. Or if he had not come at all. The medics came rushing down and started attending to me, taking care of my bruises and cuts. They asked no questions as they led me to the back of their van, and a female medic, who must have noticed my slight tremors wrapped me