Asher “Damn paperwork,” I cursed as I signed yet another document. It had been a tiring day with little to look forward to. I eyed the bottle that sat in the bar just opposite my work table. It was tempting, but my damned heart could only take so much. “Fuck the doctors,” I muttered as I stood and walked over to the bar. I picked up the bottle and looked at its label, Domaine De La Romanee Conti. I sighed and dropped the bottle back in the bar. It should be a crime to have this at home when I couldn't even drink to my satisfaction.My phone buzzed, and I walked back to my table. The caller ID read: Jenny. It was the red hair I was with a couple of months ago. For some reason, she wouldn't stop calling. Something about not being able to get me out of her mind. I scoffed. It was always about the money—I gave up on love when I made my first billion. It had become clear that I was never going to find anyone who really loved me. Not that I was interested in love or any woman; at least, un
ASHER I was certain that my gaze lingered on her for a minute longer than necessary. I didn't bother being conscious about it. I didn't care that it was obvious I had been staring. How could I not? The red dress that I had licked up for her looked absolutely amazing. I couldn't help but notice that the color of her lips matched her dress, and it brought out the edge in her eyes. My gaze lingered on her lips for a little bit longer. What the hell are you even doing? I blinked in surprise.The plan was to entertain myself by getting under her nerves, not to imagine devouring her on this very table. My heart instantly picked up pace at the thought. I was more surprised than disgusted that I was even considering the idea in the first place.I observed as she tipped her head back, taking a big gulp of wine from her glass. Even though her hand was sloppy, there was some sort of elegance and grace in her movement. “Really? You'd rather be drunk than have a conversation with me?” I raised
AsherI looked at the beauty seated opposite me. The ambience in the restaurant accentuated the look in her eyes. It appeared like her eyes might snap shut at any moment. If it did... I didn't want to think of what would happen then. I cleared my throat and clapped, signaling to the waiter who stood at the entrance to the kitchen. The fine lines etched in his face were now a little rough. His eyes had turned red—probably because of the sleep I had deprived him of. He fought the urge to let out a yawn as he walked over to me.He leaned in and asked, “How can I help you, Mr. Asher?" Although his words suggested that he wanted to be of service to me, his demeanor and the slight lilt in his voice suggested a repressed annoyance. But he knew better than to voice his discontent; it could as well cost him his richest customer. “The bills,” I said in a snarky manner. “Just a moment, sir.”I turned away from him and looked at the only person who had ever managed to capture my attention for m
Claire.I drifted in and out of consciousness, as I found it difficult to keep my eyes open. I let out a slight moan as I shifted in the lush leather of the car seat. For some reason, I cling onto Asher's hand like my life depended on it. His scent wafted into my nose and rivaled the intoxicating alcohol coursing through my blood. I snuggled closer to him—his warmth and tender touches were something I hadn't experienced in a long while—I didn't even experience it with my ex-husband. I tried to think about a time when Grant ever loved me or showed me affection. Did he ever love me? It always seemed like he wanted me for other reasons, none of which was love. I remember the dead look in his eyes while I labored and fought for my life. “He just stood there.” I whispered as tears poured down my face and dripped onto Asher's shirt. He stiffened at first, then wrapped his hand around me. “He watched me while I drew closer to death,” I sobbed.“Who's he?” Asher whispered, tightening his gri
Claire I looked around the room in a state of frenzy. There was no one, nothing but the vast expanse of space across the luxurious bedroom. My heart pounded frantically within the confines of my chest. I looked down at the shirt that I had on my body. It smelled..like him. My face paled instantly at the sight. I could almost hear the blood rushing in my ears. Without thinking, I shifted the duvet away from my bare thighs. The moment I heard the door opening, I swung around almost immediately. Asher stood by the door, shirtless, with a tray in his hand.I tried not to let my gaze travel down the length of his magnificent body in awe. What the hell are you even doing? You were upset just a few seconds ago. Our eyes lingered on each other for a moment, and all I could do was stare blankly.I could feel the words gathering on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason I was unable to utter them. I hate the way my skin went up aflame in heat. I closed my eyes for a brief second in an atte
ASTOR My eyes lingered on the serene expression of my sleeping wife. I knew the Advil that I had given her was going to knock her out clean and give her effective relief from her hangover the next time she woke up. For some reason, I wasn't fascinated by the idea of seeing her in pain. I didn't like the idea of her going through any sort of discomfort. I closed my eyes for a brief second and cringed because the last thing that I wanted to do was admit it to myself. It's been how long, and you're already beginning to care for her. How ironic. The icy sarcasm of my subconscious hit me. This was the last thing that I was willing to admit to myself. Sure. Everything about her fascinated me, downright to her feistiness, but I wasn't entirely sure that I was in the mental headspace to classify it as caring. I had some sort of pride in not allowing myself to rely on feelings and sentiments. It was weak. Except now I had absolutely no answer for this strange tug in my chest whenever I gla
ClaireI fell back into bed, wrapping the soft duvet around my body. I sunk my hands into the soft mattress and let out a soft moan. Maybe going out last night was a good idea after all. Maybe getting drunk was a good idea too. I hadn't been able to sleep in a while; my mind was always distraught. I couldn't stop thinking of ways to save the company, even after Astor had offered me help. A part of me was always scared. What if Astor suddenly turned against me like Grant did? What if he raised my hope and crashed it, leaving me for dead?I brought the duvet to my nose, filling my nose with Astor's scent. Something about its masculinity intoxicated me. It made me want to trust him and lean on him. But who was I kidding? This was all a game to him. He didn't love me. To him, I was just someone to be conquered. I didn't love him either. I sank further into the confines of the duvet, inhaling more of his scent. But what if he wasn't so bad after all? Maybe Grant has broken me so much that
ASHER I stared at her a little longer than necessary, but I couldn't help myself. What could I say? I was kind of in a daze. I didn't know if astonishment would have been the right word to describe whatever it was that I was feeling.I don't think I've ever seen Claire dress so casually. Who would have thought that she would look good in the most basic clothes? I noticed the way the dark washed jeans clung to the curves of her hips in a flattering way. Her long-sleeve fitted top added to the whole combo. Her face was bare aside from the minimal touches, and I didn't notice the long length of her hair and the highlights in them until now. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was almost impossible to ignore the way that my skin ignited in heat. It was almost impossible to focus.It was impossible to concentrate. I watched intently as she headed towards me from across the room. Get it together, Asher. Her face showed no sort of emotion whatsoever, and I wanted to imagine what she'd look li