The Party That Couldn’t Heal

Asher’s POV

I was tired of Luca’s grueling questions. I had hoped he’d do what I asked and leave me alone. When he finally did, I let out a long sigh of relief.

My eyes widened in excitement as the girls sauntered in, all clad in bikinis and heels. Their hair and makeup were done to perfection. Every single one of them was beautiful. I even recognized a few from the many nights I’d spent here. I winked at a couple of familiar faces, and a few of them waved back.

Luca gave me a quizzical look. “This is what you want, right?”

I gulped down my drink and shrugged. “I’ll manage.”

The VIP room was dimly lit, soft music playing in the background. The girls started dancing, their hips swaying slowly to the rhythm.

I watched them intently, sipping my drink. But no matter how hard I tried, thoughts of Ivy flooded my mind. I fought them back, unwilling to let her ruin my night. The image of her in her ex’s arms stirred the fury inside me.

“Crank up the music!” I shouted, wanting to drown out my