I had only known Ashton for three days now.
And somehow, within these three days he had managed to go from a full blown creepy, way too touchy kidnapper to some weird, semi over-protective and “caring” kidnapper.
At this point, with the way my head was spinning constantly, I didn’t know which one I even preferred.
There was something nice about him being a real jackass in a way, and I use the word “nice” tentatively. Really, it was just easier to full blown hate someone who not only took me from my home, but was a real dick that enjoyed picking me up and pissing me off all the time. Now, given his actions this morning, first the strange “wake up” where he didn’t just pick me up, and now the constant, overbearing “is it okay if I do (X)?” questions he'd been asking me, it was making things in my mind a little bit more complicated. Which was the last thing I needed.
The whole morning had been a series of Ashton’s fr