Our Life Ways

1: Average Day

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"ASHLEY IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Uh oh.

Rushing down the stairs, I meet my boss' eyes. They were furious, with a mixture of lust. He scanned his eyes down my body, taking in the towel that was wrapped around my torso, blocking my private parts from his sight. He looked me in the eyes after that, and it seemed like he remembered what he had called me down for.

"Why did I get a complaint from one of the men, that you assaulted him while your job to please was taking place?" He asked me, expression fading to forlorn. I knew this question would come up sooner or later.

I shifted on my feet, avoiding the feeling of rough wood under my feet. I was getting ready to go at this moment, and had to take a shower, to wash the dirtiness off of me. I looked him in the eye," I felt afraid."

My boss, Charles Wilmer, seems surprised by my answer. His handsome features turned to the slightest of soft, and he sagged his shoulders.

"Sweetheart, I know how it feels to be used, but you just have to go with it. It's not like it's going to hurt you. Now hurry and put some clothes on. You're locking up today!" Charles smirks. I shake my head and go back to my assigned room, getting dressed.

After I had everything, I took the keys off my bedside and took my time to get outside and lock the door. I don't know why the boss left me to do it, when he could've completed the task himself. But I was the last one here, so it was fair that I do it.

But I regret it as soon as I heard,"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"

The cops were behind me.

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"Sit and wait here, until we call you." The lady cop manhandles me into the seat, then walks away, leaving me with drunks and thieves. Good thing I had nothing on me.

The police doors burst open again, and in comes a cop manhandling a guy who looks about my age. The guy was the hottest creatures I've seen since the past five years went by. He had some strong muscles, with a lean figure that complements his structure. His face looked of a Greek god's, as if he were born from one. He had that bed messy hairdo in his brown hair, and he was wearing a white T-shirt and some nice black jeans.

I was over exaggerating.

I was staring at him to long. I switched my head to look at some kind of drunk in here, or stared at a WANTED poster, trying to wonder what would take place if I ever found the guy. The police officers come towards me, and force the guy to sit down right next to me. He was a little to close, so I scooted away from him a bit.

I felt the guy's eyes on me,but wouldn't look anywhere near him. After about five minutes of his staring and my tapping foot, I turned to him,"Would you stop staring at me?"

"No."

I should expect this from a person who got arrested. So inconsiderate! I turn to him all the way,"Why not? Huh?"

"Because you're so sexy, I have to take a second glance." He smirks, locking his sky blue eyes with mine. I grunt, turning the other way.

Although I have to admit, that was flattering.

"Ashley Priceman!"

I get up and make my way to the station desk. I feel the guy's stare on my ass, which makes me feel pretty uncomfortable. But that's also what you would expect from a criminal. I stare down at the lady, who is looking at my file.