Hearts Bound Together

"You fought?" it was more like a statement than a question. Asher's eyes widened a fraction before he broke their eye contact and returned his focus to the laptop's screen.

"Why do you care?" he asked in a dismissive tone and leaned over the desk by putting his hands on either side of it. Eyes on the screen. Serena was distracted by the cord of veins trailing down his strong muscular arms. He didn't know she was weak for his veiny arms. They indescribably hot for her.

"You had promised that you would not fight again," there was a hint of annoyance in her voice as she reminded him. She didn't want him to fight no matter what the circumstances were. She didn't want him to lose his focus and slip back into the vicious trap. She was here for this. She was here to make sure they had a roof over their head and food on their plate while he was supposed to concentrate only on his aim.

"I did. But I needed money," he shrugged as though it wasn't a big deal. But for Serena, it was a big