Arabella’s POVAs soon as the nurse entered, Asher raced out of my bed and went to his, as he immediately pretended to sleep, I was too flustered and shocked by the kiss that I didn't care less about the nurse coming in, I held my lips, trying to process the thoughts that I have been kissed by Asher, Asher kissed me. The Asher that I know. I touched my lips, still tingling, my heart racing with excitement, but as I took stare of the nurse, with the way the nurse stared at me as if something was wrong, I looked at myself and I was half naked, she was suspicious but she was silent, about it.“ Your dad is having another seizure and your mother is going ruckus, can you please calm her down” she said, as she left in a hurry.Asher who had been pretending to be asleep, immediately flung out of the bed as he heard, he looked at me to see if I was okay, but I was.I immediately tried to zip my clothes, as I proceeded to leave the room. But I took a look at Asher, he was sitting at the edge
Asher’s POVStaring at the hospital bed, I couldn't help but feel excited"I'm done, at last, I am free from this hell". Who gets admitted to a hospital because of a panic attack? Me and me alone, because of my father's meddlings and the fact he is a billionaire. I knew that he wanted me around Arabella, after the stunt I had made but what was his motive for this? One thing was clear - money was in the mix. The man had never cared about me and the only reason he started caring was because I made him richer and I was too important to his company. Anything I did could affect his image, his precious image mattered too much to him.I glanced at Arabella, who was packing her bag with the things Miss Thompson had brought for her. We hadn't spoken much since... everything. I didn't know what to say to her. My mind was blank. I just packed my things, trying to avoid eye contact. As I headed out, I turned her and said“'I'll be sitting outside waiting for you. The driver is already there. So
Arabella. POVAfter what felt like forever, of staring out the car window and occasionally drifting into restless sleep, we had finally reached the place. While in the car my mind had been racing the whole trip, filled with worries about what might happen. Would this trip be okay? Going on a field trip with Asher was it going to work out?As we pulled up, the first thing that caught my attention was the beach view. I had never been to the beach before because of my parents. They had this odd belief that beaches were for crazy people, a place where you were just asking to be drowned. Ever since childhood, it has been my dream to go to a beach.As I stepped out of the car, my heart raced with excitement and a bit of nervousness. Without thinking or even looking at Asher, I ran straight toward the beach, arms spread wide, feeling the wind rush past me. I closed my eyes as I inhaled very deeply, savoring the salty, fresh scent of the sea. It was like a moment of connection between me and
Asher POVI couldn't help but stare at her as we ate. She was a good distraction from Scarlet, and she had my full attention.“Asher, Asher,” she called my name, tapping my hand.“Are you okay? Your hands are hot,” she asked, her voice full of concern.“Oh, yes, I am,” I replied, feeling my hands. They were warm, but it had been like this ever since I left the hospital. Maybe it was the time I spent there.“You’ve barely eaten,” she noted, her eyes flicking to my untouched plate.“I’m not hungry,” I said, still staring at her. She hardly looked at me, and I doubted if she was comfortable around me.“Since you're done eating, let's head somewhere more fun—the painting room. I love to paint. It takes me away from the world. Maybe painting could help you come out of your shell,” I suggested as I got up. The painting room in the suite was one thing that made me love this place.Maybe painting will distract me from these thoughts. I remembered the long time I stayed away from this suite, a
Arabella's POVAs Asher lifted me into his arms, my initial reaction was to protest. I could feel the heat reach my cheek as I whispered softly "Asher, put me down" Everyone around us was looking at us. The smile was playful, but his hand squeezed against my fingers.“Fuck, let's give the media something to talk about!” he breathed, a teasing smile played on his lips. His words were soft and low, meant for my ears alone even though they held a promise that had goosebumps breaking out across my skin.I could not even help but smile at my own embarrassment. The way he smiled, he smiled in a way that made everything seem fun and exciting moments. People turned as we walked through the lobby, muttering after us. My face was buried in his shoulder, embarrassed and thrilled at the same time.Once we reached the suite, Asher set me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "You okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face."Yeah, " I breathed out over a racing heart.He grabbed m
Asher's POVI walked up to the sight of Arabellas, face facing me and her soft breathing. I couldn't help but wonder if I truly loved her, if I couldn't let her into my heart, or if was I just using her to get over Scarlet. Speaking of Scarlet, I remembered she had called me. The urge to know why she called was so strong that I couldn't ignore it any longer. I wanted to know why she had called, I picked up my phone and l I dialed her number, and as the phone rang, my palms grew sweaty with fear of the unknown. Why did she call me and why the hell was I calling her early hours of the morning after having sex a few moments ago with my wife? I thought as I called her again.On the second ring, my mind flashed back to the memories of the last time we saw each other and how she screamed at me to get out. Then the memories of the sharp sting of her slap after our last kiss, her words echoing, "I hate you," as she hit my chest hard, tears flowing down her face, all this replayed vividly
Arabella's POVThe sound of thunder rumbling through the suite woke me up. The storm seemed to have come in full force, rain beating against the windows very relentlessly. I immediately turned to the side of the bed, to see if the sound of the thunder had woken Asher up just like he did or if he was still asleep. But rather than seeing Asher, I met no one on the bed but me, I couldn't help but be worried and wonder where he was."Asher?" I called out, my voice barely audible over the storm. No answer. I called his name louder, and the unease grew, tightening around my heart. Why the hell, wasn't he on the bad and what if something had happened to him? I thought, different things about what might have happened to him came running to my mind, I couldn't shake the possibility of it being true so I got out of bed to satisfy my curiosity as I headed to the restroom, hoping that he was there but he wasn't there, I decided to head out to look for him, I grabbed the umbrella by the door.
Asher's POVI woke up to a cold wet towel on my head. my eyes were blurry with sleep, I tried trying to grasp what had happened, I blinked repeatedly trying to clear the sleep. As I shifted my head it was greeted with Arabella kneeling on the bedside next to me. The thought of what had happened came to my mind. Had she been here taking care of me this whole time?I tried to sit up, admiring her pretty face, as I touched her cheeks, I noticed her body was hot and trembling. Immediately I couldn't help but panic. Why was she burning up like this? Her body was so hot. I gently lifted her, as I laid her down on the bed, in a more comfortable position. Her skin felt like it was on fire."Arabella, what happened to you?" I whispered, more to myself than to her, as I knew she was unconscious. She couldn't respond, to whatever I say.I needed to do something. I needed to help her. But as I tried to leave the bed to get a clean towel and some hot water, so I could clean her up and reduce the
Ashers POVI took a deep breath as I opened the door of the study room door. I knew he was already inside, waiting for me. As soon as I opened the door, a bottle came flying in my direction. I barely managed to dodge the bottle. Typical. It would be a lie if I said I hadn't expected it.I dust my suit, as I walk closer to him, with my eyes on him as he stands by the desk, he actually couldn't wait to pounce on me but not this time. He took a step forward, his hand raised. He was going to slap me, but I caught his wrist before he could land on my cheeks.“Not this time,” I said firmly, as you stared at him squarely. “I’ve let you do this before, but not anymore,” I said as I pushed his hands away.For a moment, he just stood there, shocked that I had stopped him. I could see it in his eyes, he wasn't just shocked but he was terrified. He tried saying something but he didn't, he just glared at me, as he went back to the desk. I couldn't hide the smirk on my face, I love seeing this sid
Arabella's POVIt had been ten minutes since we entered the car and he hadn't said a word to me, it was clear that his mind wasn't there. He looked nervous, he was worried. I didn't know what to do or say and I did not want to sit down in silence. I adjusted my seat, as I moved my seat close to him and I placed his hands on my stomach.“Can you feel the baby kick?” I asked as I put my head on his shoulder “Our little one’s restless today.”For a moment, he paused, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, I saw it—the moment when he felt the baby’s tiny movement. His eyes widened in surprise.“Wow,” he breathed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “The baby kicked.”I laughed, the way he reacted was funny. He looked at me and turned away then he looked again, and I knew he saw the tears in my eyes. I tried to brush them away quickly, but it was too late. He had noticed.“ Are you okay?” He asked I turned my face away, suddenly feeling exposed, I was trying to comfort him and not make
Asher's POVIt’s been over thirty minutes since Asher left without saying a word or even any phone call from him yet, I honestly was tired of all this. His unnecessary silent or frequent anger over little things was starting to annoy me, the worst was that he wouldn’t open up to me, he wouldn’t just simply talk about what was bothering him despite how I tried to make him talk and in the end, he caused enough trouble to get us disqualified from the competition and still wouldn't talk about what happened. And this was just so tiring and frustrating for me, I really didn't know what to do about it. The idea of just going home felt a relief to me, I just couldn’t wait to go home. Because everything had been going downhill since the competition began. Asher had changed, and I couldn’t quite figure out why. He was distant and unpredictable, and his mood swings were wearing me down. I needed a break, some space to clear my head, but that didn’t seem likely to happen here anytime soon.I lo
Asher's POVI stuffed my clothes into the suitcase, not bothering to even fold it. I just needed to get out of here. Every item I tossed felt like throwing away the last few weeks, all the hard work, the efforts, everything. Arabella was packing too, she didn't bother to say anything since all of this happened. I was glad she didn't ask questions. I couldn’t deal with her right now, couldn’t handle trying to explain what had happened. I glanced over at her. She was folding a dress, her hands were steady as she carefully folded the dress without any care of the word, as if we had not been thrown out. “Damnit!” I yelled as I couldn't hold it anymore. “ Damn that bloody Willams” I screamed as the sound echoed around the room. Arabella didn’t flinch, didn’t look up. Maybe she knew better than to try and calm me down right now. I needed to get away from this room, from the suitcase, from everything. I needed air. I stomped out, slamming the door behind me. I barely noticed where I was
Asher's POV I strolled down the garden heading to my room. I barely could contain my anger. I kicked at loose stones and scattered leaves, not caring where they landed. I hated losing. I hated looking like a fool, especially in front of everyone and worst still Willams was the cause of it all. He found a way to pull me down every single time, no matter how much effort I put into it, I get the fact I was the one who started this, but his actions are affecting the suite.I clenched my fists so tightly if only I could get my hands on him. I imagined the smirk on his face, his smirk irritated me the most. I wanted to wipe that smirk right off. I couldn't go back into the room. Not yet. Arabella would come there, I didn't want to face any more of her questions and curious stares. She would never understand me, Scarlet understood me better. At that moment I missed having Scarlet around.I decided to walk around the garden, just to clear my anger and then I saw him. Williams. He was standin
Arabella POVAs soon as I walked out of the room trying to keep up with Asher's pace. The cool breeze outside should feel refreshing, but it doesn’t. My mind is stuck replaying the last half hour, Williams’ questions, the exchange between him and Asher, and also the bad energy they have, ever since the competition began. Asher hasn't said anything but him and Williams, but I knew something might have happened between them. I glance at him, but his face is set in that calm mask he wears when he’s trying not to let anything show. But I can see through it—his clenched jaw, the way his hands curl into fists when he thinks I’m not looking. Something’s bothering him.“Asher,” I start, my voice soft, testing the waters. “What’s going on with you and Williams? I know there’s more to it than just him being a judge and doing his duty.”He keeps walking, his eyes fixed straight ahead. For a second, I think he was ignoring me, but then he let out a long sigh and slowed his pace.“It’s nothing fo
Asher's POVThe room is buzzing with energy, but all I can feel is the weight of Williams’ eyes on me. He hasn’t let up since this competition started. Every look, every word, it’s like he’s daring me to crack. I won’t give him that satisfaction. Not today.I glance at Arabella. She’s sitting beside me, her hands resting in her lap, looking more relaxed than she has been, I know the competition has taken a toll on her. Today’s challenge is different—a relationship-based task. It’s meant to test how well we know each other. Simple enough. But with Williams lurking in the background, I know it won’t stay that way.The first few questions come easily. What’s Arabella’s favorite color? Easy, blue. How does she like her coffee? Black with a dash of sugar, just like she always orders when we’re out. I can feel her starting to relax even more as we move through the questions. She’s smiling now, at least this challenge was nothing too serious compared to the last ones. And for a moment, I let
Arabella's POVI want to believe him, but something in his tone makes me doubt it. He’s not fully here. His mind is somewhere else, probably on Williams. I can see it in the way his fists keep clenching and unclenching at his sides. He’s angry, though he’s trying to hide it from me. But it was too obvious. “ I am still scared Asher” I admitted.He stops walking, turning to face me, and for a moment, I see the frustration flash in his eyes. Not at me, but at everything else. “You don't have to be.”His words should have reassured me, but he didn't, maybe it was because of how he said it.“ You look angry,” I said, finally mustering the courage to ask. “ Is it because of…Williams.”He doesn’t answer immediately, but he mutters a curse under his breath. “Maybe a bit, I just can't get my mind off what he did, after long hours of prepping for this, he just has to show off and act petty.”“Asher,” I say gently, stepping closer to him. “We’ll get through this. Don't let him get to you. Yo
Arabella's POVThe day after the introduction party, I woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach. Yesterday was really a stressful day, I doubt if I have the energy to prepare l for today's challenge. Today's challenge is a team strategy exercise, and couples have to solve a business problem together. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this. Asher and I haven't worked together in this way. I don’t even know how much I can contribute. He’s the business genius, not me.When we arrive at the room where the challenge will take place, I scan the other couples. They didn't look out of place like me. My breath catches when I see one couple already discussing potential strategies before the challenge has even started. I wish I had that kind of confidence. But I don’t.Asher places a reassuring hand on the small of my back. "We’ve got this," he says softly, but his eyes were focused on something else, his jaw tightens and the way his fingers tighten as he sees Willams. He appears calm, bu