Fifteen

Asher’s POV

Something had been burning in my heart ever since I saw May with that man, Gary Keith, or whatever his name was, but I didn’t understand what that burning meant.

Maybe it was anger, the one I didn't even think I could explain why I was feeling.

Clearing my throat, I rubbed at my temple, and then I focused on the paper that was in front of me. I was trying to make sure everything on the deal I was trying to make was handled was there wasn’t any last-minute surprise.

When I heard a knock on my door, I grumbled because I already told my secretary that I didn’t want any distractions. This better be good or she was going to be getting fired. I wasn’t even in the mood to entertain just anyone right now, and even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I couldn’t stop thinking about Gary’s hand on May’s waist, the way he had held her as if she was his, she wasn’t remotely his.

That picture had been popping up in my mind since and even though I had tried as much as I could to