He's kissing her.

No, I tell myself, she's kissing him.

But it's doesn't make my heart ache any less.

I was stupid to think that Asher loved me as much as I loved him – that he loved me at all.

Why would he love someone like me when he could have someone like her?

Asher brings his hands up and puts it on top of her hands which are still on his shoulders, then he takes them of and pushes her away. But the pain hasn't dulled and my eyes sting.

He scowls at her but all I can see is his lips on hers. "Olympia, we've broken up. Get over it."

She pouts and straightens her necklace. "But Ashy, I thought we were just taking a break. That's what you said." She sounds like a two year old and if I wasn't so heartbroken I would of laughed. But I am.

"No, that's what you said, and I told you that we were done. Permanently."

And maybe my laughter would of stopped and I would have felt sorry for the girl who Asher was glaring at. But I didn't.

It's then that Olympia notices me. She looks me up and down. "Who's this Ashy?"

Asher runs his hand through his hair. He looks as if he's in an internal argument with himself. "She's not important right now. What are you doing here..."

He's still speaking but I can't hear him. She's not important right now, that's all I can hear. I'm surprised my heart hasn't stopped beating because I swear it just broke. I know it's beating because I can feel it. Maybe it hasn't broken yet and is trying to get out of my chest. It's beating so hard and so fast it feels possible.

They're still taking – arguing? – but I still can't hear it.

Then Asher grabs my wrist and I know it's him because I feel sparks. "Lets go, Scarlett." He mumbles.

He's dragging me out the restaurant and I don't turn or look around but I can tell eyes are on us and that Olympia is glaring at me.

We must go through the magic door because before I've realised it we're in the Hell's dinning room.

I want to say something about the fact that we've left Thea but I know if I speak my voice will crack and he'll know the effect he has on me.

I know I shouldn't feel like this. Asher wants me after all, he wants me to stay with him in the land of the Gold Blooded.

But is it just because he needs a wife and an heir and I'm just the most convenient choice, because I'm here and I'm his mate and that's what I'm supposed to do.

"Scarlett—"

But I don't let him finish because I'm running up the stairs all the way back to the bedroom. And when I lock the door it doesn't only feel like I'm stopping Asher from coming in the room, but rather that I'm locking him out of my heart. My life.

***

The banging on the door has finally stopped. Asher had been knocking and begging for at least an hour, but now he's stopped. I don't know whether I feel relief or disappointment.

I lay on the king sized bed looking up and thinking about Asher and Olympia's kiss. I know, probably the worst thing to do right now, thinking about the boy you love kissing another girl. But he did pull away. And the kiss was unexpected maybe he didn't even enjoy the kiss. But why wouldn't he?

Olympia is every guys fantasy, with her blonde locks, night blue eyes, slim body and flawless skin.

Thinking about this only makes me want to cry again but I can't not think about it. It's as if the image has been stapled (more like super glued) in my brain. So all I can do is close my eyes and hope I don't dream about it...

***

My eyes open and for a second I forget what happened yesterday and smile. But then I remember and my smile drops. My throat is scratchy like I just swallowed a handful of nails – I need a drink.

Will Asher still be sleeping?

I look up at the clock.

06:28

Happy that Asher is still sleep and sound in his bed, I slip my converse on – I hadn't taken any of my clothes off so there's no need to put them back on – and open the door.

Before I step out, from the corner of my eye I see something curled up in a ball. Did the Hell's have a cat? No, it's too large to be a cat. A dog perhaps?

I look down to see if my suspicions have been correct and scream. No, it wasn't a dog, nor a cat, but Asher.

I wouldn't of screamed but I hadn't been expecting it to be him laying outside the bedroom door.

My scream alerts Asher and his eyes snap open and he jumps up to his feet. Out of his hand a fire ball appears, floating inches above his palm. He looks around for the threat and his eyes land on me. He lets out a breath of relief, puts out the fire ball, (how? – I don't know) and runs his other hand through his hair, all at once. I thought only women could multitask? It's a lot for my eyes to take in, and I almost don't catch it all.

Unlike me, he seems to have remembered the other days events because his eyes soften and he looks down to the ground.

He looks back up. "Scarlett, let me explain."

I feel like I should but also like I shouldn't. What if his explanation is him just explaining how I'm going to have to leave and he's going to marry Olympia? Maybe with an apology at the end about wasting so much of my time.

I nod because if I don't listen to his explanation, then I'll never know how Asher really felt.

He doesn't smile at me but the side of his mouth curves upwards before quickly disappearing a second later. "It wasn't what it looked like... it was... Olympia is my ex."

I nod again, motioning for him to carry on.

"We met through our dads. Her's works as a guard for mine and they came round for dinner one time. We never really clicked but my dad wanted me to give it a chance. So I did. Eventually I told her that we should break up because I didn't like-like her. I thought she got that but apparently not."

He looks at me expectantly but I don't know what to say.

"Scarlett," he sighs and looks at me with pleading eyes, "I don't care about her."

And those five simple words change the atmosphere. Asher takes a step forward, closer to me. He cups both of my cheeks with his hands. They're rough and smooth all at the same time and I love it.

We're so close our lips are inches apart – Asher has to bend his head slightly down though to meet mine – and our breaths mingle. One of his hands move from my cheek and goes to the back of my head.

And then he whispers something that makes my heart hurt but in a good way this time.

"I care about you."

And then his lips are crashing into mine, so fast but so slow at the same time that I'm jeering at him to hurry up mentally.

And all I can think is; Asher I love you, do you love me too?

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Scarlett loves Asher! Eeek!

Q: Do you trust Asher not to hurt Scarlett?

Hey guys,
I have actually nearly finished writing the book, I'm on like chapter twenty something. Soon I'll start on writing the second one in the blooded series.

Also, this is who I picture as Olympia. Blake Lively who plays Serena Van Der Woodson in Gossip Girl.

Who else is a big fan of Gossip Girl? I know I am!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and comment what you think and if you liked it, colour in the star!

Love ya, sinfultruth.