Eighteen

Asher’s POV

My cell phone beeped and I slid out of my suit's inner pocket, glancing at the number before I picked it up. It was my mother, and I grumbled.

Don't get me wrong, I was always glad to speak with my mother, any day, any time, but I knew she was calling me now to make a fuss. Dad already told me she was going to call me.

I picked the call and pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello, mother.” I greeted in a not so happy voice.

“Asher, can we meet tomorrow? I have something to discuss with you.” She said. Of course, she always had something to discuss with me. I knew that she was going to talk to me about what she told May when she came home to the house, but I wasn’t going to give her the chance to.

“No mother, I have a lot of important meetings to attend tomorrow.” I said.

I knew my mother enough to know that she wasn’t going to let it end at that. “What are you talking about? You have important meetings to attend?” she asked and I could imagine her pushing her brows up in quest