8: Crazy For You

Asher could do anything, for Isabella to talk to him, even if it's just to insult him. It had been over two weeks since she said a word to him. At about the same time he called a slut indirectly. Strangely, she hadn't been engaging in her usual ways, but she had been having the same boy over for some time. And, though Asher won't admit it out loud, hates it. Because it means that Isabella might be serious about him. 

He was standing on his usual spot outside her bedroom when she sauntered out in a short skirt that was barely covering her ass.  Of course, he was left scurrying after her, since he froze after seeing her flawless thighs, he couldn't move for a minute. 

“Where to?” He asked once he neared her, but she didn't answer. She kept walking, directly to the kitchen, and after a quick inaudible word with Marcia, she headed to the garage and stood beside her Lamborghini Reventón. Isabella waited patiently as he retrieved the key from the various collection, of car keys on the wall holder. After he pressed the fob, a chirp conveying that the car had unlocked went up and without waiting for him, she opened the passenger door and buckled up. She quickly input her destination in the navigation system GPS, before grabbing her ear pods, put them on, and leaned back on the comfy carbon-fiber seat with a deep exhale.  

Asher sighed in defeat, watching her ignore him. It was her way of cutting him off. He stepped on the gas with one thought in mind. He had to talk to her. And settle whatever indifference she may be having towards him because he couldn't take the silent treatment anymore. Her directions were supposed to lead them to the mall, but Asher took a detour. It took a few minutes for Isabella, who had initially closed her eyes, to realize. 

“Where the hell are going?” She bellowed, removing one ear pod and turned to face her. Asher smiled subtly. He had missed that voice. “I asked you a question!” She rasped, impatient when he kept silent. Asher peeked at her briefly and stuck his eyes on the road. 

“Somewhere,” he shrugged, making her fume. 

“I demand you turn around now!” She raved.

“Only after we talk.” He growled right back, making her gulp nervously. She should have known. That was his way of trying to make her talk to him after his numerous failed attempts over the two weeks. 

“Screw you.” She placed the ear pod back in place and went on listening to her music, unfazed. But she didn't know just how determined Asher was. If she thought ignoring him would make him relent, she had another thing coming. She hadn't encountered a bullheaded Asher yet. He drove to an abandoned park and suddenly cut the ignition, getting out of the car. He moved to her side fast and grabbed her elbow, pulling her out of the car. 

“What?” She shouted, trying to pry from his hold, but he wasn't having it. He pinned her to the car and leaned against her so that their fronts rubbed against each other. 

“Isabella,” he grunted like he was in pain. And to some extent he was. From missing her, though, she was there. “Why have you been avoiding me?” He rasped lowly.

“Get off me,” she wiggled, making him step closer, leaving no real distance between them. She could feel his bulge pressing tightly on her lower belly. Unexpectedly, she was aware of him. All of him. 

"Please look at me,” he begged, clasping her chin with his fingers, when she jerked her head to the side, averting his gaze.  She breathed out shakily, raising her clouded eyes to gaze into his heated ones. “Forgive me, little one.” He breathed. 

“For what?” She whispered with a trembling voice. Asher moved his hand to her cheek and caressed his gently. 

“You drive me insane, do you know that?” He murmured throatily instead, eyeing her tempting lips. “I lose all my good judgment when I am near you.” Isabella's breath began coming out in short pants as she watched him lower his face slowly. 

“Marlowe,” she whimpered.

“Call me by my name.” He begged earnestly. She hesitated at first.  “Please,” She knew what saying his name would mean for them at that instant, and she didn't care. 

“Asher…” The name had barely fallen from her lips when he captured them in his firm ones. They both moaned breathlessly, as shivers ran through their bodies. Isabella lifted her hands and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down. She wanted more of him. He tasted so good, she couldn't remember ever enjoying a kiss that much. Unfortunately, Asher tore his lips away, to her dismay. 

 

“You see what I am talking about?” He groaned, taking a step back. His eyes darted around to see if they had unwanted eyes on them, and luckily none. “We are out on open, and Lord knows I want nothing more than to bend you over this car and fuck you until we both can't walk. Isabella released a needy sob. Her bodyguard was infuriating, for sure, but she, too, wanted what he had just painted. 

“We can go back home,” she suggested enthusiastically. Asher shook his head with a slight chuckle. “As tempting as that is, we are heading to the mall, remember?”

“The mall can wait.” She argued.

“Do you have any idea how irresistible you are, Isabella?” 

She scoffed. “You have been able to resist me successfully.” Asher snorted. “Is it because I'm a slut?" She spat, baffling anger surging through her being.