Asher’s POV“We are so delighted to have you at our home,” Mr. Whitfield said cheerfully. “It’s our pleasure...”The waiters served the food. The main course was grilled filet mignon with roasted vegetables and truffle sauce.“It was a rather unlikely situation that brought us together,” my dad responded.“A beautiful one, nonetheless,” Mrs. Whitfield chimed in, smiling warmly at me.I leaned closer to Ivy, who was sitting beside me. “Why is your mom staring at me?” I asked quietly.She glanced at her mother for a moment before replying, “I think they’re starting to like you…”My eyes widened in alarm. “What? They hated me before?” My voice was louder than expected, and everyone’s eyes turned towards me at the table.Ivy’s mother reached for my hand. “Are you okay, son? Is the food to your liking? Do you need anything else?”Now everyone’s attention was on her. My mom gave her a quizzical look.Son? I was too shocked by the term of endearment to respond properly. It was so affectionat
Ivy’s POVHis request for Sterling Winery. Responsible... Choice to be married. The words hung in the air between us. My body grew rigid. Thankfully, my parents were too preoccupied with whatever they were whispering to themselves. In that moment, I was glad for their obsession.“Thank you, father,” Asher answered. His voice lacked all the excitement it had before.Maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me; it was clear as day. He had made it obvious in his words and actions that our marriage was just a joke. It meant nothing. Yet, there was some delusional part of me that kept holding on, hoping for something more. He didn’t make it any easier when he walked in and kissed me with so much passion, like we were actually lovers. It didn’t help that, in barely an hour, he had managed to convince my parents that we had somehow found love, which was absurd. I hadn’t spoken to him in weeks.I stole a glance at him, and when I did, he was looking right back at me with an apologetic ex
Ivy’s POVI sat upright, scrolling through the news feed. “What did it say, Marsha?” I asked, biting my fingernails anxiously.Marsha, my personal assistant for years, replied, “It’s been generally positive. I think fans are truly fascinated with the idea of you two being a couple…”I looked up from my phone to her. Marsha was a fiery redhead with striking green eyes.“I can’t tell if you’re serious right now or just pulling my leg…” I said skeptically.She smiled at me. “I am serious…”We had announced our marriage. Well, technically Asher had—without my input. I knew it was bound to happen at some point, but I was still unprepared. Not him, though. He showed up at an event wearing his ring, making sure to flash it for the cameras. It didn’t take long for the media to piece it all together, with pictures of us in public flying around.“You and Asher are loved by the fans. They think it’s beautiful that you’re married, though some also think it’s kind of crazy…”“Finally! You’ve spoke
Asher’s POVI was standing at the airport just beside the jet when I saw her car come to a halt. She was accompanied by two other vehicles, one in front and one behind. Men in black suits and shades stepped out.One of them opened her door and helped her out, while the other man rushed to bring out her luggage.I sucked in a deep breath when she stepped out of the car. I’d always been captivated by her beauty. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She was wearing a pretty white sundress that stopped mid-thigh, paired with heels that accentuated her long legs. Her blue eyes lit up when she saw me, and although she looked away, I had already caught a glimpse of it.I turned to see Miles, my assistant, blushing profusely beside me. “She’s gorgeous...” he muttered.I frowned, then turned to her and back at him in confusion. He seemed to notice and straightened up.As she approached where we were standing, I pulled her into a warm hug and whispered in her ear, “You’re gorgeo
Asher’s POVShe walked into the beach house, her eyes staring admiringly at the breathtaking view of the beach. She turned her gaze to me; I was standing by the doorway, watching her adoringly.“Wow, this is stunning,” she commented. As she spun around, I took out my camera and snapped a few pictures of her. She didn’t seem bothered by it and even posed for a few.I smiled at her and extended a hand. “Come on.” She slipped her hand into mine. The beach house was cozy and private, a one-bedroom apartment with a small living room and a kitchen. It was the only house within the large area of the beach, so aside from the workers on the property, we had it all to ourselves.As I led her into the room, her eyes widened in surprise. She turned around to peer at me. “There’s only one bed,” she noted. “No couch?”I shrugged nonchalantly. “Ivy, I didn’t come on vacation to sleep on a couch.”She sighed in defeat and walked past me. “You’re exhausting, Asher,” she said as she crashed on the bed.
Ivy’s POVMy eyelids fluttered open, and the first sight that greeted me was Asher’s sleeping face. A small smile crept onto my lips as I watched him. His hair fell over his face, and he looked peaceful in his sleep and handsome, too.I reached forward and gently pushed his hair away from his face. My mind wandered to the night before when I had to change in front of him. A blush crept onto my cheeks as I thought about it. I wanted to act unbothered, so I had changed in front of him, even though I could have easily walked away. I was acutely aware of his eyes on me as I did.I sighed in exasperation. It would be so easy to just let go. He already made it so hard to resist him. Every day, I felt my resolve weaken further. I could barely fight against his charm. If only it were that easy. If only it were easy to believe Asher was truly down for me.I shook the thought away. I couldn’t weigh myself down with thoughts like that. I rushed into the bathroom with a change of clothes, remembe
Ivy’s POVThe message from Max read: “I could hear the bastard’s voice in the background.” I ignored his message. I couldn’t deal with him right now. I tried to fight back the tears; I didn’t want Asher to see me crying. He had gone out, not too far away. What reason would I give him? That I stalked his social media and saw numerous loved-up pictures of him with other girls in different cities, and it suddenly made me feel insecure and inadequate?I had a tiny crush on Asher the first time I saw him. I mean, who wouldn’t? He was such a smooth talker, and he had the looks to match. I masked my crush for him underneath hatred. It was much easier that way. I couldn’t stand seeing him with other girls, and maybe I should be happier. I was married to him. I finally had him, but it would never be enough if he wasn’t all mine. I was hurt already, and I couldn’t let myself be hurt again.The tears trickled down my cheeks. I wiped them away and exhaled. I needed to take my mind off Asher and h
Asher’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I fought to rein in my raging desires. I had told myself I wasn’t going to touch Ivy— not yet, at least. I didn’t want to rush things; I wanted everything to happen at her own pace. I wanted her to need me as much as I needed her. Yet, she had forced my hand. She pulled on my last thread of restraint when she was on the phone with her ex, that bastard. I barely knew the guy, but I already wanted to punch his face in. He was infuriating, to say the least. I felt the rage course through me when he talked about fucking...I couldn’t even finish the thought. So here I was, worshipping her body with kisses, telling her she was mine, which was completely bonkers because she wasn’t. But I wanted it to be true so badly. I figured if I said it enough, I’d start believing it myself.My gaze darkened as blood rushed south. “Never ever forget that you’re mine and mine alone.” There was no denying the seriousness in my voice. I said it, I believed it, an