Asher’s POVThe elevator doors opened, and I wore a deep frown on my face as I stepped out into the office. My work had suffered in the past few weeks I hadn’t shown up here.It was like Ivy had taken my will to live the moment she stopped speaking to me. Waking up felt like a chore, and coming to the office was well…Stacy, my assistant, was on me before I’d made it five steps. “Good morning, Mr. Sterling. Your first meeting is scheduled for ten—”“Cancel it,” I interrupted, not breaking my stride.She hesitated, trotting to keep up with my brisk pace. “Uh, alright. But you also have—”“Cancel everything,” I snapped. “I’ll be in my office all day. No interruptions.” I knew there was no need to be mean to her, but I couldn’t help it. I was deeply irritated.Her voice wavered slightly, but she recovered quickly. “Understood. I’ll reschedule the rest, and I’ll let—”“And send coffee to my office,” I added, cutting her off again.“It’s already on the way,” she said hurriedly, her heels c
Ivy’s POVThe conversation around the room was muted to me as I stood near the corner, playing my part as the perfect wife.Asher was by my side, a perfect smile plastered on his face, while my parents laughed loudly and gestured animatedly with their hands.Across the room, Asher’s parents stood like statues, barely speaking. Their awkwardness next to each other was a sharp contrast to my parents’ lovey-dovey act.Marcus leaned against the wall with his companion, a beautiful brunette, murmuring something that made the girl smile widely, while Luca and Janine sat close, their heads together in quiet conversation.Everyone seemed to be in their own bubble, and I couldn’t help but feel like a stranger at my own birthday celebration. It was a small gathering of only close family members, yet I felt like an outsider, as though I didn’t belong.Asher leaned toward me, his voice low. “Are you okay?” His hand brushed my lower back, but I stepped slightly away, pretending to adjust the hem o
Dexter’s POVThe makeshift studio in the Sterling mansion was every photographer’s dream. Under the bright lights, I hardly noticed anything but Ivy.She stood in the center, her bikini and shawl combo clinging to her perfect figure like it was designed to torment me, because it was. Despite the perfect air conditioning, I was hot and sweating. I kept stealing glances at her.She was radiant, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid gold, her blue eyes catching the light in a way that made my heart race.I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I didn’t want to. She was everything I wanted, everything I needed. I just needed her to see it as I did.“You’re doing great,” I said, my voice low and smooth as I adjusted the camera.She laughed softly, sipping her cocktail between shots. “Thank you, Dex. You’re making this easy.”Her smile lit up the room, and I couldn’t help but stare. God, she was beautiful. She didn’t just look like a goddess, she was one. And for some reason
Ivy’s POV“Asher, stop!” I hissed, tugging against his grip as he pulled me down the hallway. His hand was firm around my wrist, his stride fast.He didn’t even look back at me. “Not a chance.”“You’re overreacting!” I said, trying again to wrench free, but his hold was unyielding.“I’m not overreacting,” he said through clenched teeth. “You don’t see what I see, Ivy.”I stumbled as he stopped abruptly at the door to our bedroom, his free hand twisting the knob. Before I could say another word, he pushed the door open and dragged me inside.“Asher, let me go!” I said, my voice sharp, but he ignored me, releasing me only to shut the door behind us with a loud click.I spun to face him, my chest heaving. “What the hell was that back there? You punched him!”“Damn right I did,” he snapped, his brown eyes blazing. “He deserved it. He was looking at you like…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “Like you were a piece of steak he wanted to devour!”“He’s my photographer, Asher!” I shot bac
Ivy’s POVBlondie was the girl he had plastered all over his social media, the same one he had brought to dinner. He went out to get her, and they returned not long after.“Hello,” she said, glancing at me and giving a small wave.I shot her a glare and hissed, “Stay away from me.”Her gaze dropped, avoiding mine. She was beautiful; I couldn’t deny that. I could see why he would want her. I shook my head and shut my eyes. “Stop this madness, Asher!”“It shouldn’t matter to you, right?” he said with a raised brow. “So, sit still, flower.”My heart hammered in my chest as he sat back down, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, making him look unbearably handsome. “Oh, heading straight to business,” he murmured, caressing her cheek as she scooted closer, positioning herself between his legs.She began working on the zipper of his pants.I blinked rapidly, my voice shaking. “Asher…”“What is it, Ivy?” he asked, his eyes dark with mis
Max’s POVTaylor’s apartment was suffocating; the tension was thick between us as I paced back and forth. She stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out of it. My blood boiled.“Are you going to say something?” I barked, spinning on my heel to face her.She didn’t flinch. Taylor was a fortress, as usual. “What do you want me to say, Max?” she asked in a bored tone.“I want you to tell me what the hell you’re planning with Ivy and Asher!” My voice echoed off the walls. “Because so far, all you’ve done is destroy any chance I had with Ivy! You were supposed to help me win her over, not drive her away!”Taylor turned slowly, her face a mask of calm that only made me angrier. “And whose fault is that, Max? You think I’m the one who ruined it? Maybe look in the mirror for once! Look at yourself, would you even want yourself?”I stepped closer, my fists clenched. “Don’t you dare put this on me. You were the one with all the big plans, and now all you’ve done is poison her against me. I
Max’s POVI couldn’t stop grinning. My jaw hurt, but I didn’t care. Ivy called me out of the blue for a date. Well, maybe not a date-date, but still. She said to meet her at her downtown apartment.That had to mean something, right? It was her private apartment away from Asher. I was elated, to say the least.I had been racking my head trying to come up with a plan to meet up with her, to fix things on my own. Now, she had invited me over?My head buzzed with questions as I walked into her beautifully decorated living room. What was she thinking? What was going through her mind?Was this her way of making peace? Or was this just… closure?I didn’t care. I was here, and she wanted to talk to me.The table was already set, candles flickering in the dim light, soft music playing in the background. It was intimate. More intimate than I’d dared to hope.I took a seat, glancing around, trying to steady the stupid grin that threatened to split my face in two.Then she walked in.My breath hi
Ivy’s POVMy head spun and my stomach churned. The words Max had just let slip hung in the air like a poisonous cloud, suffocating me. Taylor drugged Asher. Framed him. Slept with Max. It wasn’t Asher.It was never him. The anger I had carried for so long, the hatred I had aimed squarely at my husband, evaporated in an instant, replaced by a heavy, crushing guilt that made my chest ache. He had tried to tell me. He had tried to explain. And I didn’t listen.My mind reeled, jumping back to that moment, the moment where we had resolved our issues. The time he had bound me to the bed. When he finally loosened the restraints, I was breathless, ready to lash out.But something stopped me. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, raw and pleading. Or the way his hands trembled as he undid the last cuff.“I’m sorry, flower,” he had murmured, his voice breaking. “For the stupid stunt I tried to pull earlier. I promise you I’d never have gone on with it. I don’t like her. I don’t like anyone. I don’
Taylor’s POVMax stumbled into the room, blood smeared across his chin, his eyes darting around like a scared animal boxed into a corner.My gut twisted. My heart hammered in my chest. Something had happened.“Max,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I reached for the towel on the counter. “What the hell happened?” I extended a hand to him, looking him over for any bigger wounds other than the bruises on his face.He snatched the towel from my hand but didn’t answer. Instead, he wiped at the blood, his movements jerky, avoiding my gaze.“Max,” I pressed, my tone sharpening. “Talk to me. Now.”“Water,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “I need water.”I exhaled sharply, grabbing a glass and pouring him some from the bottle lying around.He took it without a word, draining it in one go. Still, he wouldn’t look at me.“What did you do?” I demanded, stepping closer.His head bowed, his shoulders hunched. For a moment, I thought he’d bolt.“Max!” My voice cracked like a whip. “Fucking talk to
Asher’s POVThe loud beat of the bass shook the walls as I stepped into the dimly lit club. I spotted Luca almost instantly, sitting in a booth near the back, drink in hand. His easy grin faltered the moment his eyes landed on me.“Asher?” he called out, his voice a mixture of surprise and suspicion. “What the hell are you doing here?”I slid into the booth across from him without waiting for an invitation. “Could ask you the same thing,” I said coolly.He chuckled, though it lacked his usual charm. “I wasn’t expecting you to show up. We haven’t exactly been on great terms.” He passed me a glass and poured whisky for me.“Yeah, about that,” I said, picking up the drink he slid my way. “I figured it’s time we talk.”“Talk?” Luca echoed, leaning back in his seat. “This should be good.”“Since when?” I asked, cutting straight to the point.Luca raised an eyebrow. “Since when, what?”“You know what I’m talking about. Janine,” I answered. “When did you and my sister…” I trailed off. “Well,
Ivy’s POVMy head spun and my stomach churned. The words Max had just let slip hung in the air like a poisonous cloud, suffocating me. Taylor drugged Asher. Framed him. Slept with Max. It wasn’t Asher.It was never him. The anger I had carried for so long, the hatred I had aimed squarely at my husband, evaporated in an instant, replaced by a heavy, crushing guilt that made my chest ache. He had tried to tell me. He had tried to explain. And I didn’t listen.My mind reeled, jumping back to that moment, the moment where we had resolved our issues. The time he had bound me to the bed. When he finally loosened the restraints, I was breathless, ready to lash out.But something stopped me. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, raw and pleading. Or the way his hands trembled as he undid the last cuff.“I’m sorry, flower,” he had murmured, his voice breaking. “For the stupid stunt I tried to pull earlier. I promise you I’d never have gone on with it. I don’t like her. I don’t like anyone. I don’
Max’s POVI couldn’t stop grinning. My jaw hurt, but I didn’t care. Ivy called me out of the blue for a date. Well, maybe not a date-date, but still. She said to meet her at her downtown apartment.That had to mean something, right? It was her private apartment away from Asher. I was elated, to say the least.I had been racking my head trying to come up with a plan to meet up with her, to fix things on my own. Now, she had invited me over?My head buzzed with questions as I walked into her beautifully decorated living room. What was she thinking? What was going through her mind?Was this her way of making peace? Or was this just… closure?I didn’t care. I was here, and she wanted to talk to me.The table was already set, candles flickering in the dim light, soft music playing in the background. It was intimate. More intimate than I’d dared to hope.I took a seat, glancing around, trying to steady the stupid grin that threatened to split my face in two.Then she walked in.My breath hi
Max’s POVTaylor’s apartment was suffocating; the tension was thick between us as I paced back and forth. She stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out of it. My blood boiled.“Are you going to say something?” I barked, spinning on my heel to face her.She didn’t flinch. Taylor was a fortress, as usual. “What do you want me to say, Max?” she asked in a bored tone.“I want you to tell me what the hell you’re planning with Ivy and Asher!” My voice echoed off the walls. “Because so far, all you’ve done is destroy any chance I had with Ivy! You were supposed to help me win her over, not drive her away!”Taylor turned slowly, her face a mask of calm that only made me angrier. “And whose fault is that, Max? You think I’m the one who ruined it? Maybe look in the mirror for once! Look at yourself, would you even want yourself?”I stepped closer, my fists clenched. “Don’t you dare put this on me. You were the one with all the big plans, and now all you’ve done is poison her against me. I
Ivy’s POVBlondie was the girl he had plastered all over his social media, the same one he had brought to dinner. He went out to get her, and they returned not long after.“Hello,” she said, glancing at me and giving a small wave.I shot her a glare and hissed, “Stay away from me.”Her gaze dropped, avoiding mine. She was beautiful; I couldn’t deny that. I could see why he would want her. I shook my head and shut my eyes. “Stop this madness, Asher!”“It shouldn’t matter to you, right?” he said with a raised brow. “So, sit still, flower.”My heart hammered in my chest as he sat back down, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, making him look unbearably handsome. “Oh, heading straight to business,” he murmured, caressing her cheek as she scooted closer, positioning herself between his legs.She began working on the zipper of his pants.I blinked rapidly, my voice shaking. “Asher…”“What is it, Ivy?” he asked, his eyes dark with mis
Ivy’s POV“Asher, stop!” I hissed, tugging against his grip as he pulled me down the hallway. His hand was firm around my wrist, his stride fast.He didn’t even look back at me. “Not a chance.”“You’re overreacting!” I said, trying again to wrench free, but his hold was unyielding.“I’m not overreacting,” he said through clenched teeth. “You don’t see what I see, Ivy.”I stumbled as he stopped abruptly at the door to our bedroom, his free hand twisting the knob. Before I could say another word, he pushed the door open and dragged me inside.“Asher, let me go!” I said, my voice sharp, but he ignored me, releasing me only to shut the door behind us with a loud click.I spun to face him, my chest heaving. “What the hell was that back there? You punched him!”“Damn right I did,” he snapped, his brown eyes blazing. “He deserved it. He was looking at you like…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “Like you were a piece of steak he wanted to devour!”“He’s my photographer, Asher!” I shot bac
Dexter’s POVThe makeshift studio in the Sterling mansion was every photographer’s dream. Under the bright lights, I hardly noticed anything but Ivy.She stood in the center, her bikini and shawl combo clinging to her perfect figure like it was designed to torment me, because it was. Despite the perfect air conditioning, I was hot and sweating. I kept stealing glances at her.She was radiant, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid gold, her blue eyes catching the light in a way that made my heart race.I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I didn’t want to. She was everything I wanted, everything I needed. I just needed her to see it as I did.“You’re doing great,” I said, my voice low and smooth as I adjusted the camera.She laughed softly, sipping her cocktail between shots. “Thank you, Dex. You’re making this easy.”Her smile lit up the room, and I couldn’t help but stare. God, she was beautiful. She didn’t just look like a goddess, she was one. And for some reason
Ivy’s POVThe conversation around the room was muted to me as I stood near the corner, playing my part as the perfect wife.Asher was by my side, a perfect smile plastered on his face, while my parents laughed loudly and gestured animatedly with their hands.Across the room, Asher’s parents stood like statues, barely speaking. Their awkwardness next to each other was a sharp contrast to my parents’ lovey-dovey act.Marcus leaned against the wall with his companion, a beautiful brunette, murmuring something that made the girl smile widely, while Luca and Janine sat close, their heads together in quiet conversation.Everyone seemed to be in their own bubble, and I couldn’t help but feel like a stranger at my own birthday celebration. It was a small gathering of only close family members, yet I felt like an outsider, as though I didn’t belong.Asher leaned toward me, his voice low. “Are you okay?” His hand brushed my lower back, but I stepped slightly away, pretending to adjust the hem o