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
CLAIRE I released a moan as I bit into the chicken sandwich. My taste buds exploded with delight instantly as I chewed. The only thing that I couldn't regret about this was the good taste. Asher seemed to have good taste when it came to food. Not that I was ever going to admit it out loud. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt an odd sense of satisfaction. I couldn't exactly put it into words. I closed my eyes and sighed, and when I opened them, my shoulders flinched slightly when I opened them to find Asher intently staring at me. My cheeks flushed almost immediately. It was too late to regain any sort of composure. He already knew that I was flustered. “I can see you're enjoying your meal. Do you want more?” His lips tilted up into its usual signature smirk. Something about it was beginning to become oddly interesting now. “Don't get too cocky." I scoffed, but the tone of my voice held less spite than I intended. Was his ego beginning to grow on me? Definitely not. Don't be ridicul
CLAIRE I was back here, back to feeling like my whole world was shattering before my eyes. I would have done anything and everything to escape the pain that I felt in the confines of my chest. I didn't want to be back here. Maybe inviting Liah to stay here was a big mistake. A mistake that I was already regretting. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I raised my gaze to look at the clock. It was already five in the morning and I had barely gotten any sleep. I turned my head towards the side. I was taunted by Asher's empty bedside. There was nobody to warm me up. I couldn't smell him. My eyes watered with tears. The ache in my chest intensified. Maybe I should have believed him. He had done everything to prove that he loved me. And even when I thought he wouldn't stay. He did. So why wasn't I open enough to listen to his explanation? I got down from my bed. I considered looking for him in the guest room. I would tell how sorry I was. How I couldn't sleep alone. My hands were su
CLAIRE I noticed how tense Asher was when he returned. I wanted to say it was because he had no choice to be in the company of Liah but my guts kept telling me that something was wrong. “Are you okay?” I murmured as he approached me. I noticed how Liah walked closely behind him. He held my hand, I couldn't help but notice that he looked a little pale. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was utterly exhausted. I don't think that I had the stomach for more drama.“Thanks for letting your husband drive me around. How generous of you?” Liah smirked at me. I felt a slight tug in my chest coupled with the suspicion that was nibbling within me from the inside out. I remained silent. I had no idea what to reply to what she had just said.“I guess it's time for dinner?” She looked at me expectantly and I nodded in response. I waited until she disappeared into the house before I directed my gaze back at Asher. “I know this isn't your idea but you seem too quiet. Did something happen?” I looked
ASHERI watched as Liah pushed another bite of her croissant into her mouth, a smug smile spreading across her face. She was trying to get under my skin, to take me down memory lane and make me remember the past. But I wasn't having it."You know, Asher," she said, her voice husky, "I'll never forget that night we spent together at the beach. Do you remember it?"I raised an eyebrow, my expression neutral. "I'm married now, Liah. I don't dwell on the past."Liah's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. "Oh, I'm sure Claire wouldn't mind if you reminisced about old times," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving hers. "Actually, Liah, Claire is the reason I'm not interested in revisiting the past. She's the one I'm committed to, and I don't have time for games like this."Liah's eyes narrowed, a flash of anger sparking in their depths. But she kept her cool, her smile never wavering. "You're really devote
ASHERAs soon as Liah left the room, Claire turned to me with a strange look on her face. "You should drive her," she said, her voice calm.I stared at her in confusion, wondering if she had finally lost her mind. "What? Why would I do that?" I asked, incredulous.Claire's expression didn't change, but I could sense a hint of something beneath the surface. "Just do it," she said, her voice firm.I shook my head, feeling a surge of frustration. "No way," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not going to drive her around just because you're saying it. I refuse to be in the same space with her for that long. Her presence irritates me, freaks me out. I hate being around her, and I'm not going to do it just because you’re asking me to."I couldn't believe Claire was even suggesting this. Didn't she know how much I despised Liah? Didn't she know how much Liah's presence affected me? I thought Claire knew better than that."Liah is toxic, Claire," I said, trying to reason with her. "She's poisonous,
CLAIREI woke up to the warmth of Asher's gaze on me. I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Good morning," I said, my voice husky from sleep.Asher's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back at me. "You're beautiful in the mornings," he said, his voice low and husky. "Your hair is a mess, and your eyes are still sleepy, but you're still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as Asher's words washed over me. I loved moments like these, just the two of us, basking in the warmth of our love.Just as we were having our own little moment, the door to our room burst open, and Liah strode in, a look of determination on her face."Oh..." she said, her voice trailing off as she took in the sight of Asher and me in bed together.I sat up, startled, pulling the covers up to my chest as Liah's sudden entrance caught me off guard. Asher and I were both naked under the sheets, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I tried to cover myself.Asher's face
CLAIRE Liah's smile faltered for a moment, and I saw a flash of surprise in her eyes. But then, she pretended to be surprised. "Oh, Asher, I had no idea that Claire allowing me to stay was the only reason you were tolerating my presence," she said, her voice dripping with innocence.Asher's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "Don't play dumb, Liah. You know exactly why I'm letting you stay. And it's not because I want to revisit the past with you."Liah smiled sweetly, her eyes locked on Asher's. "Oh, Asher, there's no harm in bringing up the past," she said, her voice light and airy. "After all, it's just conversation. And I'm sure Claire doesn't mind. Do you, Claire?" She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with challenge.I met Liah's gaze, my expression cold and unyielding. "No, I don't mind at all," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I love hearing about your past with Asher. It's not like it's making me feel uncomfortable at all."“Oh, Claire,” she chuckled. “You’re ab
CLAIRE Sitting there listening to Liah's suggestive comments, I could feel my emotions simmering just below the surface. It was like a pot of water, slowly coming to a boil, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost my cool.Inside, I was a mess of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I knew that Asher had made it clear that he wanted me, that I was the one he was interested in. But on the other hand, Liah's comments were like a constant drumbeat, eroding my confidence and making me feel like I was just a temporary distraction for Asher.I felt a pang of jealousy, sharp and stabbing, like a knife to the heart. I knew it was irrational, that I had no reason to feel like this because Asher had made his intentions towards me extremely clear. But I couldn't help it. I tried to push the thoughts away, to tell myself that I was being ridiculous, to remind myself that Asher had chosen me, not Liah. But the doubts lingered, refusing to be silenced. And as I sat there, watching Lia
CLAIRE Sitting there listening to Liah's suggestive comments, I could feel my emotions simmering just below the surface. It was like a pot of water, slowly coming to a boil, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost my cool.Inside, I was a mess of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I knew that Asher had made it clear that he wanted me, that I was the one he was interested in. But on the other hand, Liah's comments were like a constant drumbeat, eroding my confidence and making me feel like I was just a temporary distraction for Asher.I felt a pang of jealousy, sharp and stabbing, like a knife to the heart. I knew it was irrational, that I had no reason to feel like this because Asher had made his intentions towards me extremely clear. But I couldn't help it. I tried to push the thoughts away, to tell myself that I was being ridiculous, to remind myself that Asher had chosen me, not Liah. But the doubts lingered, refusing to be silenced. And as I sat there, watching Li
CLAIRE“Stop staring at me like that, princess. I told you not to test me. Asher growled slightly as I splashed him some water from the people. I could see the smile that he was trying so desperately to hide. I don't know how long we were here. I only knew that my chest felt lighter and lighter. It's been up to an hour since we had been emotional. I closed my eyes and sighed. And now here we were, playing around in the pool like we weren't vulnerable with each other a couple of minutes ago. There was a slight flutter in the pit of my stomach when I remembered Asher telling me how much he needed me and he wanted me to stay. If only he knew that it was the other way round. If only he knew that he was the one obviously doing me a favor by staying. I watched as he swam towards the end of the pool. I inhaled deeply as he disappeared under the water. I was settled at the end of the pool, watching. With only the tip of my legs buried inside the pool. A breath of relief escaped me when he r