Asher’s POV“You know what? Why don’t we stay one more day here?” I suggested. “We barely got to enjoy ourselves because of the fever. A day won’t hurt, and I have nothing pressing to do. Neither do you.”I tried to sound cheerful, but inside, I was desperate to avoid going back to the city. The city meant memories of Scarlet, and I wasn’t ready to face them. Spending more time with Arabella might be a good distraction.“Oh, sure. I also don't want to leave now, one more day won't hurt,” she said, her eyes lighting up a little. “ That is great, so why don’t we head out to the game section?” I asked. I remember Scarlet loved games, she was a game freak. Maybe Arabella would too.“That sounds nice,” she said, the word nice seemed to hang in the air “But I don’t know how to play games. My parents always said games are for lazy people, so I never really played one. But it sounds interesting.”“No problem. You’ll love it, I assure you,” I said, trying to keep my excitement in check. As I
Arabella's POVAsher had acted strangely throughout today, and I couldn’t understand why. He felt so distant, like he was here but not present. He had barely been around the suite, always leaving without saying where he was going. As I stood there, sitting on the edge of the bed while my gaze was at the clock. He had been gone for more than two hours and the very room seemed to be suffocating me. I had to keep myself busy doing anything that would bring a new train of thought, anything that would make me stop thinking about him. I couldn’t look at the clock any longer because just one more sound of the ticking of the clock could set me up in knots. Perhaps the beach would help me think a bit clearer, so I thought it could be a good idea to go swimming, as I hadn't swam on a beach beforeI wore my swimsuit and headed to the beach. I swam for a while thereafter just to get a feeling of the water calming my nerves. However, even when I was inside the water, I couldn't stop thinking ab
Asher's POVI had been sitting in the car for over five hours, my mind a chaotic mess. Should I leave the suite? Should I go back to Arabella? My phone lay in my lap, Scarlet’s number dialed on the screen again. She didn’t pick up. She never did. Was it really over?I sighed and leaned back in the seat, sending another voicemail. "Scarlet, please, just pick up. I just want to hear your voice. If really I ever meant something or any…thing to you, please pick up, let's talk, I just want to hear your voice and nothing more." I said, as I stared at the voicemail hoping she would reply soon, I felt really drained and exhausted, I didn't know what was happening to me, why it felt like my world revolved around Scarlet, and why I was such a jerk. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, thirty minutes had passed, and nothing had changed."Drive me to a pub," I told the driver. I couldn't stay in the car any longer and didn't want to return home now, I had four missed calls from my fa
Arabella’s POV I watched Asher load the last of our bags into the trunk. As I looked around the suite, I really didn't want to leave . I wanted to spend another day in the suite. Maybe starting life in the suite would be better but our honeymoon was over, and we were heading back to Birmingham, back to our real lives. I had a meeting with my family lawyer, and Asher had decided to come along. When he opted to follow me, I couldn't help grin from ear to ear, I felt like the luckiest person on earth right now. As we settled into the car, Asher's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and put it on speaker. "It's my father," he said, trying to sound casual. "Probably just checking on us after the honeymoon, he has been asking of you non stop, it’s better he hears your voice" Asher answered the call, and a furious voice exploded from the phone. "Get the hell here right now, you bastard!" his father screamed. Asher ended the call quickly, his face tight with worry. "What’s wrong?" I as
Asher's POVAs the car headed towards home, my gut twisted into knots. I played around with my seatbelt trying to calm myself down as my mind raced with worst-case scenarios of what could be possible be wrong. "Oh no, oh no, oh no... Did he find out about the investment? I knew I shouldn't have touched his slush funds!" I thought, my inner voice trembling.I attempted to rehearse what I could probably say to him, but I had no clue of what to say. My palms grew slick with sweat, and my legs couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't remember the last time I was this terrified to face my father. I hesitated to get down from the car, my hand hovering over the door handle. "Okay, Asher, get a grip. You can do this. Just apologize, make excuses, and... Ugh, who am I kidding? I'm doomed."My father never joked around with his money. I should have been more careful with my spending. But I was already at a loss in the suite business, I needed a way to clear the loss I had made. “Oh shit,” I cursed u
Arabella’s POVAs I stepped out of the car, I saw Mr. Robinson, he seemed to be heading out. "Good day sir," I greeted him with a smile."Good day, Arabella," he replied warmly, but then I noticed a small trickle of blood that went down his fingers."You're bleeding," I gasped, my eyes widening in shock and concern."Oh, this?" He said, as he pointed to his hands and waved it off dismissively."It's nothing.""Are you sure? It looks bad.""Really, it's nothing to worry about, my secretary would treat it for me," he said. "How was the honeymoon? I hope Asher treated you well?" He asked, trying to change the conversation.I nodded, still worried about the wound "Yeah he did, it was so wonderful and we had a great time.""Good to hear," he said with a nod. "I knew you two would definitely enjoy it.""We did. Thanks a lot for that, I appreciate it, as the honeymoon was filled with so much.""Well, I'm glad you had fun, how is your health? I heard from Asher that you were down with a fev
Asher's POVI drove round and round the road, how I managed to survive was a miracle. As I drove recklessly, I was in pain—not from the bruises from my father's beating. I was a fool, a very big fool. “I wish I could turn back the hands of time”, I thought, maybe I might not have made the risky investment I did with IAS. Maybe I might not have carried out projects that were not fruitful, or not have carried any projects at all.I couldn't bear Arabella seeing me like this. It would hurt my ego, looking like a mess in front of her. My father was furious, and he had every reason to be. The suite I had been managing was his precious baby; he had started his first suite business with that. I kept driving, the hours blending together. The city lights blurred past, a whirlwind of colors and shapes. “Why did I have to be so reckless?”, “damnit,” I said, as the car's engine roared as I pushed it to its limits, the speedometer needle climbing higher and higher. I needed to outrun my thoughts
Ashers POVDriving to my father's home made my heart pound, my fingers slick with sweat. “I'm nervous as hell. I hope this ends well. There has to be another way out besides him disowning me.” As I approached the house, I felt a wave of nostalgia all over me. I hadn't been here in about ten years due to the memories of the house and the memories were ones I wished I could forget as I still had traumas about my childhood. “Damnit, I don't want to be here.”I stepped into the parlor, and the past rushed back. I vividly remember that seven years old me. I was seven years old, hiding behind the worn-out couch, my breath shallow. Mrs. Blackwood's voice echoed through the house. "Come out, you bastard!" Her footsteps grew louder. My hands were sweaty, my heart raced. I felt the sting of the first spanking, sharp and humiliating. Later, she dragged me to the little room downstairs, locking me inside. The darkness was suffocating. _Why is she being mean to me?” I had always asked as I crie