Chapter 82 Ashton

• "They're fucken the same!" I downed the third glass of Scotch for the evening as fury sizzled through my body at the thought of Gwendolyn. I was close to believing she was different, that perhaps, she wasn't like Emma after all. And for the second time, I survived being fooled by the same breed of canines.
• Indeed, I fell into her trap. Like I did to Emma.
• Yesterday after I tried to persuade her not to go with my sister on the outing with her mate, I was certain she was going to agree. She wanted me. I knew that. I saw it in the way she looked at me, endured all the things I did to her, craving for my absolute acceptance. Unknown to me, she was a snake, cunningly toiling hard, waiting to strike at the right time.