Chapter 32

Asher's POV

I 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