Zara Howard I stood outside Asher’s door, my knuckles poised to knock, clutching a small bag of essentials in my hand. My heart thudded against my chest, anticipation and nervousness intertwining within me. The prospect of sharing a bed with Asher ignited a mixture of excitement and apprehension, making my cheeks flush with a warm blush.As I approached his door, a dim light spilled out from his office, indicating that he might be occupied with work. I hesitated, contemplating whether I should interrupt him or wait for a more opportune moment. However, the weariness tugged at my eyelids, reminding me of the long day that had preceded this moment. Deciding that rest was a priority, I let go of my initial reservations and stepped into the familiar room that held memories of our first physical encounter, causing a mixture of emotions to surge through me.My eyes were immediately drawn to a file sitting on the desk, prominently labeled “Zara Howard.” My curiosity piqued instantly. It was
Zara HowardI was restless as sleep had eluded me as I tossed and turned in Asher’s bed, the lingering closeness from last night haunting my thoughts. It frustrated me to no end how Asher had such a profound effect on me, how I couldn’t simply push him away. It was as if his presence had become a drug, addicting me and leaving me craving more.The desire to have him by my side consumed me, a relentless longing that gnawed at my heart. I couldn’t shake the yearning for his presence, for his touch, and for the connection we shared. It was a maddening realizationThe impending knowledge that we would be sharing the same bed for the next seven days only intensified my inner turmoil. The thought of our bodies intertwined in such close proximity stirred a mix of desire and unease within me. It was a complicated dance of attraction and trepidation, making the situation all the more challenging.However, what perplexed me further was the fact that Asher didn’t join me in bed last night. A su
Zara Howard The next day arrived, and as we stepped into the kitchen, Sienna was already there, preparing breakfast with her usual flair. She looked up at us with a knowing smile, making it clear that she was well aware of our little act.“Good morning, lovebirds! How did you sleep last night?” she chimed, winking playfully at us. I exchanged a nervous glance with Asher, feeling the awkwardness creeping in.“Oh, you know, just like any other night,” Asher replied, his cheeks slightly flushed, trying to hide his discomfort behind a calm facade. I couldn’t help but fidget, feeling the tension in the air.Sienna raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Really? Because I could swear you both look like you didn’t get much sleep at all,” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.“We’re just tired from all the wedding preparations, right, Zara?” Asher chimed in, nervously laughing and trying to lighten the mood. I forced a smile, feeling my face heat up from the awkwardness.“Oh, absol
Emily WarnerI was depressed.I haven't gotten out of my bed for two days now. Going to sleep knowing that no man is attracted to me and that I am unlovable is now calming to me.I was ashamed, all my friends were in a happy relationship.I was happy for all of them but I hated how jealous I was. I just found out that Elizabeth and Victoria were pregnant, there is something going on with Danika and Jake, lastly Landon was also invested in a girl.And what am I doing you ask?I am sitting in front of the television every night with a bottle of wine and scrolling through happy engagement pictures of Hank Simmons.I lied to everyone, my family, friends and coworkers. I told them I am going on a trip to the Bahamas but what was I actually going to do? Sit in my bed, crying and making weird ass noises to express the pain I can't put into words.I think even my cat is worried about me now.Hank Simmons was the typical guy next door, he was my boss and I was blinded with so many love stories
Zara Howard Laughter bubbled up inside me as I savored a bite of garlic bread, adding to the hilarity of the situation. The atmosphere at the dining table was beyond awkward – Asher, Sienna, Mrs. Costanza, and I trying to navigate our way through this fabricated charade.The plan to make the dinner uncomfortable and awkward had worked like a charm. Sienna and Mrs. Costanza couldn't help but exchange puzzled glances, wondering why Asher and I weren't even making eye contact, let alone speaking to each other.Sienna finally broke the uneasy silence, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Okay, what's going on here?" she asked, her eyes darting between Asher and me as we sat there, mid-bite.Asher played his part perfectly as I could hear his annoyance with his mother's persistence. "Nothing, Mom. Just drop it," he muttered in a low voice, pointing at her plate as a signal to continue eating.Sienna's motherly intuition kicked in, and she couldn't help but probe further. "Have I push
Zara Howard I found myself venting my frustrations to Asher as we lounged in his room. “Your mother is absolutely insane and terrifying, just like you, Mr. Lancaster,” I exclaimed, my emotions bubbling over. “I swear, all Lancasters are cut from the same crazy cloth, and now I’m stuck in this madhouse with all of you!”As my words filled the room, I could see the surprise in Asher’s eyes. He continued to stare at me with wide eyes, probably taken aback by my sudden outburst. I ranted and paced around for a good five minutes before eventually collapsing on his bed, attempting to find some sense of relaxation amidst the chaos.A smirk danced on Asher’s lips as he observed my exasperation. “Well, if the dungeon master declares it, who am I to argue?” he quipped, his laughter evident in his voice. “After all, who knows more about being ‘crazy’ than you?”His remark only fueled my annoyance, and I shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. “Oh, don’t even get me started on you and your a
Zara HowardMy mind was racing as I paced nervously around the room, trying to make sense of this sudden change. How could a man who was adamantly against sharing a bed with me now decide to sleep beside me without any warning? It felt like my emotions were on a rollercoaster ride, and I couldn't help but question my ability to handle this situation.The main question haunting me was: can I survive sleeping beside the man I've had a crush on for over a decade? It's not just a simple crush; it's an intense infatuation, love, and overwhelming attraction that has been brewing inside me for so long.Was I overthinking it? Maybe he's simply tired of sleeping in his comfortable office chair, and his back is hurting. But then again, it seemed like too much of a coincidence that he would choose this moment to reclaim his spot beside me.If only I could read his thoughts, I could understand the real reason behind his decision. But alas, I'm left with my own confusion and swirling emotions.I c
Zara Howard Before I could process what was happening, Asher pulled me in, making me face him as I tried to avoid looking at his beautiful face that made me feel like a schoolgirl talking to her first crush during recess.My heart raced wildly as Asher’s sudden move caught me off guard. In an instant, he pulled me close, and our lips met in a heated kiss that left me breathless. It was as if time stood still, and my world seemed to shatter into a million pieces.I had yearned for this moment for so long, and now that it was happening, my mind was in chaos. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts or articulate my feelings. All I felt was an overwhelming mix of disbelief, desire, and uncertainty, as if I was caught in the throes of a blazing fire.His touch ignited a passionate volcano inside me, and every nerve ending burned with electric sensations. My heart pounded loudly, resonating in my head, my throat, and even in the depths of my soul.Asher’s arms wrapped around my neck, holding me