Spencer’s POV

            The villa that Hugh drove us to was huge and right on the edge of a cliff so that the back of the house faced out over the ocean. It was absolutely breathtaking. Erica dragged me out of the rented car and up the front path before knocking on the large, red front door. It swung open just moments later to reveal a beautiful woman who looked to be in her late twenties. Her black hair hung down to her ass in loose curls and it played well off of her tan skin. Her eyes were bright green and shining in amusement as she took in the blonde.

            “You must be Spencer,” She guessed, surprising me by pulling me into a hug. “I’m Marie, one of Ashley’s friends. This is my villa,”

            “It’s gorgeous,” I breathed out, when she let go. She laughed a soft melodious laugh that made me smile despite myself.

            “Come on, Ashley is sleeping but I’m sure that if it’s you waking her up she won’t mind quite so much.” I nodded and followed her up a narrow staircase, taking in the expensive furnishings of the house as we stopped on the second landing and walked towards the doors at the end of the hall. “This is her, I’ll be downstairs if you two need anything,” She said with a wink before turning and moving down the hall. I took a deep breath before slowly and quietly slipping into the dark room. I could make out Ashley’s form buried beneath an intricately designed quilt on a huge bed. I felt my heart rate speed up as I crossed the room to stand beside the bed.

            She looked troubled and I reached out to brush my knuckles across her cheek softly. She didn’t even stir. I felt tears choke me up as I backed up, not sure if I was ready for this. I kept running back to her and she kept hurting me. I missed her so much but I couldn’t stand another heart break. I felt a couple of tears fall as I backed slowly towards the door. I made my way blindly down the stairs and surprised Erica and Marie who were talking in the foyer. Erica was instantly by my side, looking concerned.