Beautiful Souls

Chrystal Winter's life is about to change forever. Fleeing from her dark past and her former self, she finds her self making a small but successful living in sunny LA. Whereupon, she meets the young, wild force of nature that is Ashton Irwin. Immediately drawn to one another but for what reasons? Chrystal's heart isn't the only thing she's desperate to keep secret...


7. Chapter 7

Chrystal woke suddenly. Her eyes were still closed and her head spun violently. She groaned and tried to open her eyes. Bright, morning light blinded her. Huffing she threw her duvet over her head and considered going back to sleep. Mentally she noted that she'd have words with Kelly for leaving her blinds open. Then an odd sent caught her nose, and the events of last night came flooding back to her. This wasn't her bed.

She threw back the duvet, and sat up with a jolt. The room spun and it made her feel nauseous. She quickly noted her surroundings. She was in a very large white bed, which matched the rest of the room. White walls; white marble floors; pristine glass windows that covered the wall to her left. The only colour the room offered was a large canvas of a tiger which covered the wall ahead of her. Just then, the door furthest away opened for her and a small, Asian woman peeked her little head in. She was old and her face was crumpled looking, she smiled kindly at Chrystal. "I tell Mr. Irwin you are awake now," she said and left the room. "Ummmm," was all she could muster.

Oh God, oh shit. Oh fuck. I'm in Ashton's bed, she thought wildly. She remembered the bathroom, the smell of his breath and her vomiting. She cringed and dropped her head into her hands. She heard the door open again but didn't dare look up. "Feeling a little tender, are we?" His voice sounded bright, he wasn't angry with her, it gave her the courage to look up. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly as she took him in. He was shirtless and was wearing grey sweatpants which hung so slowly on his hips. His shoulders were broad and muscular and he had the lightest dusting of hair across his chest and a happy trail that disappeared down into the waistband of his sweats. He was fucking perfect. He moved towards her slowly. His every move was strong and graceful, her heart thumped looking at him. He caught sight of her expression and smiled wildly at her. Embarrassed, she dropped her gaze and played with her fingers. She could feel her face burning.

The bed sunk slightly under his weight as he sat down next to her on the bed. She sneaked a glance at him, he was looking down at his hands. She followed his gaze and seen he held a glass of water and two pills. "Aspirin," be explained, passing her both the cup and pills. She swallowed them down gratefully. Her head really was pounding, she couldn't believe how much of a fool she made of herself. Carefully, she looked up at him. She made sure to look at nothing but his eyes. His brown eyes were studying her intently. Oh god, she must look awful. Self consciously, she pulled the duvet higher over her bare shoulders. Wait... Bare shoulders!! She immediately looked down at herself from underneath the covers. She wore only her black lace underwear from the night before. "Did you... Undress me?" She asked shyly, swallowing. Her face was aflame now. He smiled at her and lounged back, taking his weight on his forearms. His body was tanned and glorious, and Chrystal had serious problems keeping her eyes on his. "Yes," he said, laughing slightly. Her heart squeezed and her stomach tightened. "We didn't, you know... Do any-" she said trailing off, unable to look at him. "God no!" He said loudly, his expression was horrified. Chrystal visibly relaxed but part of her stung from his disgusted reaction. Of course he didn't have sex with her, he didn't even want to kiss her. The rejection of last night came flooding back to her, she felt like a fool. She wanted nothing more than to be back in the safety of her own home. Not in this beautiful man's bed, half naked and vulnerable.

Ashton caught sight of her face and his expression softened. "It's not that I wouldn't want you. You're beautiful Chrystal. God, look at you," he said, his hand gesturing towards her, "It's just, I prefer my women awake and responsive." She peeked a look at him from beneath her lashes and gave him a small smile before looking quickly away. He laughed, "You're adorable, you know that." She simply shook her head. Why did she feel so shy around him. Maybe it's because he was half naked and staring at her like he wanted to eat her. She looked up at him and this time she laughed. It was if he had read her thoughts. He was gazing at her biting into his bottom lip. "What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically. "Nothing," she said, smiling, looking confidently straight into his golden eyes. In this light she could see speckled of green in them and she could swear he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

They looked at each other silently for sometime, neither wanting to look away. The air changed somehow and she could feel an electric current pulse between them. It left her breathless. He smiled at her, he could feel it too. Just then his phone buzzed. Without taking his eyes from hers he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone and answered. Chrystal was smiling at him madly. She could feel it. Finally he looked away. I win, she told herself mentally. She took this time to study his tanned body whilst he was caught up in conversation. He was really a work of art. He was still slouched back on his left forearm and his torso was long and incredibly firm. She wanted to run her fingers along each bump of his hard, muscular stomach. He caught her staring and winked at her. She giggled quietly but didn't look away. He suddenly got up a left the room. She considered following him but she had no clothes on. So unwilling, she stayed where she was, watching his beautiful back leave the room.

A few minutes later he came back in. "As much as I'd love for you to stay a while longer. I have a meeting in an hour and I gotta go," he said. "Feel free to use the shower and breakfast is on the table. I'll take you anywhere you need to go." Chrystal was disappointed. "I'll take that shower thanks," she said. He nodded once and turned to leave. "It's the door to your left, there's clean towels and I've laid some clean clothes out for you." What? "Where's my clothes?" She asked, confused. "In the wash, they were covered with puke," he said, stopping in the door way. "Oh," was all she said, feeling the familiar heat touch her cheeks.

Once he left, she hopped out of bed and rushed to the toilet. Once inside she locked the door and studied herself in the mirror. She hardly recognised herself. Her cheeks were glowing and her eyes were bright and alert. She certainly looked a lot better than she felt. The shower was delightful, it refreshed her and eased her pounding head. She picked up Ashton's shower gel and squeezed it out onto her hands. It smelled wonderful, she smeared it all over self. Down her neck, past her shoulders, she massaged her breasts and continued the blissful stroking, imagining it was Ashton's hands. With her nose full of the scent of him, it was too easy. She continued down until she reached between her thighs, and rubbed her sweet spot gently. It felt so good, she moaned aloud. Her left hand still on her breast, began stroking and pulling gently at her nipple. The sensation was incredible. Just then a knock at the door interrupted her. "What!?" She called, hoarsely. Stopping immediately. What was she doing!? "You're breakfast is going to get cold," he called from the other side of the door. "I'll be right out!" She quickly shut off the hot stream of water and wrapped a towel round her. She dried quickly and pulled on the clothes he had put aside for her. Small ladies sweatpants and a small black t shirt. I wonder where he got these? Horrified, she imagined they were his girlfriends or an ex's. She considered throwing them away but she had no other clothes. She was not happy.

He was sitting down at a large white table, eating breakfast. "Who's are these!?" Chrystal walked into the dining area, her expression stoney. He stopped chewing and looked her her confused. "You can't just give me one of your bloody one night stand's outfits!" She was angry. He was quiet for a minute before he started laughing loudly, throwing his head back. This only made Chrystal more angry, she could feel her face heat. "It's. Not. Funny." She growled. He took a few deep breaths before he finally stopped laughing and looked at her seriously. "Jeez, relax. I bought them for you this morning whilst you slept," he explained innocently. She didn't buy it. She stood there staring at him with her fists clenched at her sides. He got up from the table and made his way towards her.

"I'd never make you feel so cheap," he said softly, running his hands up and down her arms. He was literally soothing out all her anger with his touch. She didn't even know why she got so angry, silly really. "Now sit down and eat, before you make me angry." He pushed her towards her seat and she sat down obediently. She wasn't particularly hungry but she ate what was on her plate. There was enough food on the table to serve five people and Ashton managed to stuff down three plate full's. She watched him wide eyed as he wiped him mouth with the napkin and turned his gaze on her. "Now," he said, clearing his throat, "what to do with you." Chrystal was confused. "Me?" She asked, her voice sounding small. "Yes, you," his voice sounded oddly professional. "You want me," it wasn't a question, he proudly stated it. Chrystal snorted and rolled her eyes. "Don't play coy, it's obvious from last night and earlier that you wanted me to kiss you," he was glaring at her from across the table. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she was nervous. "Do you want me to kiss you, Chrystal?" He asked. Chrystal weakly nodded her head, her heart was pounding. He studied her for a few moments before getting up from the table, "time to go."

Chrystal followed him out to his white BMW, where she quickly ducked into the passenger side, praying no one saw her in Ashton's make shift outfit. The interior of the car was beautiful, she ran her hands along the soft leather beneath her. Chrystal felt awful. Her hangover was still prominent and she was still reeling from Ashton's odd question. She looked at him thoughtfully. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear stick. He was intensely focused on the road and his brows were furrowed, something was on his mind too. Probably thinking of the easiest way to gently let her down, she thought. He was miles out of her league. She bit down on her bottom lip and kept her eyes on the road for the rest of the journey. The clouds dominated the sky, not a peek of blue to be seen. Miserable day to match my miserable mood, she thought darkly.

They finally pulled up outside of her apartment. She had thought long and hard about what she'd say to Ashton, she'd practiced it seven times in her head down. She turned to face him, and plastered a smile on her face. "I just want to apologise- again- for last night," she said quickly, he leaned back in his seat and listened attentively. "And thank you for everything, and I promise it won't happen again. I was out of line and stepp-" she was cut off with Ashton's lips smashing onto hers. She froze, he pulled back but wrapped one large hand around the back of her neck, their faces inches apart. His golden eyes looked into hers probingly before he closed the space between them and connected his lips to hers.

This time she was prepared and she welcomed the kiss more eagerly, slipping her tongue into his mouth. It was wonderful, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling roughly. He groaned into her mouth, sending shivers of delight through her body. He bit down gently on her bottom lip, she gasped and he explored her mouth with his tongue, slowly and carefully. She slid her hands down to around his neck pulled him to her. She couldn't get him close enough, she wanted him- bad. She wanted to fuck him right there in the front seat. His hands were everywhere, her hair, her face, her throat. She wanted him to to go down further but he stopped suddenly, pining her hands down by her sides. "Fuck, Chrystal," he said breathlessly. She could feel a hollow pulsing begin from between her thighs, her tummy tightened in response. They were both panting and his mouth was swollen. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His eyes were noticeably darker as he stared at her in wonder. He waited till Chrystal's erratic heart rate slowed before he spoke.

"Go inside," he said. What? No way! She shook her head. "Chrystal, please go." He unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over her to open the passenger side. She froze at his sudden closeness, his face was just centimeters from hers. He didn't look at her. Confused, she half stumbled out his car and watched as he quickly sped away from her. What the fuck was that!?

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