07

Ashlyn.

I jerked the woman below me in the face as she yelled out in pain.

"Damn it, why are you suddenly slow? I said as I pulled her face.

"Keep up your act and do it the right way "I yelled,as she gently began to stroke deeply on my dick, but the more she stroked, the more I thought about Amelia.

"Keep up your act and do it the right way," I yelled again,not able to comprehend what was happening.

"Get the fuck out of my head already," I yelled once more as the image of Amelia continue to cloud my thoughts.

They flinched at my voice, which had caused them to cease whatever activity they were engaged in and concentrate primarily on me.

When one of them pulled off my top, the first thing that sprung into my brain was a picture of Amelia.

"Stop doing whatever it is you're doing and get the fuck out of my room! "I yelled as they froze in place, their worries evident in their eyes with the cascade of brightness and their trembling feet.

They quickly began to leave the room, leaving me with nothing except a mental image of Amelia. I was left in complete isolation.

I used to love how the whores had always treated me, but now it feels as if having the whores pleasure me like they used to is no longer fun. All I could see and picture whenever they grabbed hold of my dick was the image of Amelia on my head. I'm definitely going insane in this world because why can't I do whatever I want anymore?

The way she smiled, the way she walked, her smooth, voluptuous body, her skin, and the way she had moaned the previous night during our Make out section.

God, I'm certain that I'm slowly going insane. I can't stand to be like this; she is gaining control of my mind and my ability to reason. I can't bear to be like this.

I haven't felt this way in a very long time, and I have no idea what the hell is going on with me all of a sudden. My life seems to be slipping away from me gradually.

And I was powerless to halt what was heading in my direction.

"Ashlynn Watt, you need to pull yourself together and get your act together."

"Get your fucking self together!" I cried as I stood up from the bed, and then I began to pace backwards and forwards. I ruffled my head with my hands as I sighed out in frustration and rage.

"Get your fucking self together!"

I wanted a life devoid of feelings, connections, and love, so I sought a contract with the person I thought was going to be my phony mate. This is not what I wanted.

I had a strong aversion to the mate connection, especially after everything that had occurred to me, and now, with just a contract mate, I'm in a substantially more serious and extensive predicament.

I made my way carefully inside the restroom while still immersed in my own thoughts and the environment around me.

My fears and anxiety begin to dissipate as the icy water is thrown hard against my body, and I find that I am able to return to a state of serenity.

I quickly dressed in clothes that were more appropriate for the occasion, hurried out of the room, and made my way to the party after leaving the bathroom.

My mind was finally back to its normal state, and I had completely stopped thinking about Amelia.

I traveled down the tiny road and deep into the party to get a good view of the party, and just as I thought, everyone else at the party was having fun except for me. Amelia was nowhere to be found; perhaps she was having her own fun time away from me. I moved back down the road to get a better view of the party.

"Here you are,"A female voice remarked to me from behind, as she hugged me from behind, with her hands wrapped primarily around my waist.

"I take it you want to let loose and have some fun, don't you?"I was happy that someone, perhaps a more sexy whore would be on my bed after what happened.

I made my way around to face the individual, and I was taken aback to discover Scar looking directly at me with her eyes glued to mine.

"You!!" I murmured, pointing my hands towards her as I shifted backwards, stunned to discover that she was here during the late hours.

She grins at me while muttering something that sounds like yes!

"How come you suddenly showed up here?" I asked, still amazed to see her here.

"Dad let me in. I mean, he wanted to say no, but I managed to convince him, especially about your mate being around, and he finally decided to let me come," she said.

"That's pretty thoughtful of him, but what if something happens to you on his back? You know how protective he is."

"Come on, already! Quit acting like we're at a slumber party, and tell me if we can at least get up and have some fun!" She made an effort to bring me in by force to the dance floor, but she gave up in the middle of the process and began searching around for something that I knew nothing about.

"Where on earth is she?" She inquired while her eyes continued to dart around the room.

"Who exactly?" I responded to the questions she asked.

"Your mate, I assume,'' she remarked with sarcasm while rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I guess she is having fun," I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Regarding that topic, you and she aren't dating, are we right?" When she eventually asked, it sent a chill down my spine and caused me to stagger backwards.

It is loud enough for people to hear because of the commotion in the building as well as the dancing to the tone of the music; yet, I try to push it off and pretend that I didn't hear her because of the loudness.

"Bubby, I guess I shouldn't expect a response from you." She repeated what she had just said, her gaze remaining riveted on the DJ.

"Aren't you here for fun?"I asked instead, changing the topic of discussion.

"It's alright; I already know that she isn't,"

"I mean, you won't dare fall in love, not to the point of thinking of being with your real mate."She added and then paused.

"I mean, you swore never to be with your real mate after that incident, which took place years ago," she said.

''Please, can we skip this and go to the party? I don't want my mood getting ruined," I replied, making an effort not to think about whatever it is that she had said or how she sounded.

It's possible that she knows me better than I know Myself.

"Sure then, let's keep it simple," She smiled at me as she began to drag me deep into the dancing floor .

I caught a glimpse of Amelia dancing with another man inside the party, and that drew my attention. Scar noticed it first, but she kept her composure while she gestured to me not to walk close to her as she whispers in my ear.

"Let her be,"

"She isn't supposed to do this here, at least for the sake of my father and any outside viewers."

"Oh, I guess, you got a haughty slut for your task then."She mutters

"Watch what you said about her; she is not a slut, nor is she a bitch,"