I’d survived so much already. I’d survive this too. “It’s time,” Chase said from behind us, breaking our moment. Asher lowered his arms and I moved back a step. “You got this,” Chase said. I heard him both in front of me, and in my ear. Asher stared at me with his ocean eyes. He nodd
I would never accept an offer like this, even if the vile club hadn’t been part of it. I intended to get by on the strength of my own abilities and merits. I had no interest in accepting handouts, no matter how generous. But this offer was not an act of charity. The Vice President wanted me to p
“Wait.” The Vice President openly glared at me and the marks on my neck. “This was a misunderstanding. Let them go.” “Sir?” said the secretary. “I said, let them go,” he said again, more forcefully. The secretary wilted in on herself. The security guards stood still, confused. Chase
His mouth returned to mine and he kissed me again. His touches were tender and his kisses soft, like he had no intention of pushing it further. It confused me. Usually when we’d kissed, it lead to more. If we kissed and it wasn’t sexual, did that mean he wanted to pursue a romantic relationship,
“If I’m still willing…” Asher said, eyes soft. “Cynthia. Of course I’m willing.” “Then you’ll be the baby’s godfather?” “Very few things would make me happier.” Cradling my face, he kissed me softly on the lips. “My family. Finally.” Before I could feel bad for not accepting sooner, he k
He kissed my cheek, then my chin, then my nose. “We are alike, you and I.” He kissed my mouth. He lingered, his lips coaxing mine open. He pressed his tongue to the dip in my bottom lip. But then his phone rang. Pulling apart, he grunted and I groaned. “Just pretend you can’t hear it,” I
“I’m not a cheater,” I said adamantly. I was annoyed at her for having even suggested it. I did not work so hard just to have someone try to take that away from me by accusing me of something so low. “I know what I saw,” the cheerleader said, eyes narrowing. “You definitely had a cheat sheet.”
Asher, holding me, quickly noticed my change of mood. “What’s wrong?” “I have to go back to my room.” I meant only temporarily, to get more clothes, but when the words came out, I realized how they sounded and I couldn’t take them back. We hadn’t really talked about how I basically moved in