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
Ivy’s POV“Hello, Babe.”I swallowed. “What are you doing here, Max?”When I rushed to my apartment that morning to get some alone time, I didn’t think Max and I would meet that day. Heck, I didn’t think we’d ever meet again. That day, outside on the beach, when Asher told me he didn’t want me to have anything to do with Max, I had taken him seriously. Even though I wanted to argue then, I didn’t. The way he said it left no room for questioning, so I did as he said.“What are you doing here?” I asked again, folding my arms across my chest.He dangled the key card in front of me, and I cursed under my breath. I remembered giving it to him after a night of lovemaking. I was so lovesick that I handed him a key to my private apartment. A place even my parents didn’t have a key to. And now, it had come back to haunt me.“I got in with my card,” he replied.I exhaled, already feeling frustrated. I made a mental note to have the key card to my apartment changed, or maybe move apartments. “Yo
Asher’s POVIvy had run away from home again. We were still riding the highs of our honeymoon, and I had been laying it on thick. I didn’t give her any breathing space, so when I got back home to find out she had run off to her apartment, I wasn’t surprised. The apartment was her getaway, her place to hide from me. But I’d be darned if I let her out of my sight for even a moment, so I drove down to her apartment as fast as I could.I knocked on the door with a big smile on my face. There was no answer, so I tried the knob, and luckily, it was unlocked.“Hello, wife,” I called out cheerfully. But the sight in front of me knocked the smile right off my face.There she was, my wife, locked in a tight embrace with her ex-boyfriend, his tongue halfway down her throat. My mouth turned sour instantly. They pulled apart, and Ivy stared at me with wide eyes, looking exactly like a deer caught in headlights.“Asher, how did you...?” She hurried toward me. “It’s not what you think, Asher, it’s—”
Asher’s POVI 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
Ivy’s POVI saw the emotions flicker across his face. A flash of anger, disappointment, and then sadness. The sadness lingered in those honey-brown eyes, eyes that had only ever looked at me with happiness swirling in their depths. They looked awfully sad now, and then he went numb. A blank stare settled on his face, as if all the emotions that crossed his features had happened in my head. Like it was only a figment of my imagination. That was the last look I saw before he walked out of my apartment.I rushed after him. “Asher! Asher! It’s not what you think, I promise!” Tears welled up in my eyes. “Hear me out, please!”But he was gone. He disappeared around the corner. I should have rushed after him, but something stopped me. I didn’t know what it was, but I already regretted it. The tears I had held back trickled down my cheeks. I didn’t even know exactly why I was crying, but I couldn’t shake off how sad he looked when he stared at me.I walked back into the apartment, and Max was
Asher’s POVI blinked my eyes repeatedly, struggling to adjust to the bright rays of sunshine seeping through the windows. I had a pounding headache that made me dizzy for a moment. I let out a grunt of exhaustion. Flashes of last night flooded my memory as I grabbed my alarm clock from my bedside and peered at it. It was a few minutes after 12 in the afternoon, and I had slept for most of the day. I reached for the landline by my bedside and sat up in alarm when I saw a couple of messages from Marcus. I had an important meeting with him and my dad at Sterling Industries.I reluctantly got out of bed. There were also a few missed calls from Luca. He was probably calling to check up on me; I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it until I gave him a detailed explanation of my attitude the night before. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. I acted out of character last night. I remembered calling the girl I was with last night, Ivy. I sighed in exasperation; I was drunk to the point
Marcus’s POVI was annoyed when my assistant informed me that Asher was in the building. There was nothing like a quiet arrival when it concerned my brother. I never understood why, but whenever he walked into the office, he always seemed to attract a long line of people trying to fawn over him. Ladies clutching their pearls and fan-girling so hard. Grown men with round-rimmed glasses grinning from ear to ear at the sight of him always made me want to puke. I reasoned that it was because he had been involved with a good percentage of people on my employee list. He was always debauched like that.I was even more annoyed when I walked into the reception area and saw him in Ava’s arms, the company’s receptionist. I could swear that he had already been involved with her, despite my warnings. My brother was, to put it kindly, a degenerate. I was hoping he wouldn’t show up at all today; maybe that would convince my father that he was about to make the most stupid decision of his entire life