Forty Nine

Asher’s POV

“What the fuck is wrong with this woman?” I asked myself mentally, clenching my teeth with my hands beside me folded in fists. The woman that was standing in front of me seemed oblivious to my discomfort, her flirtatious facade grating on my nerves.

I was just reigning in my anger but she was making things worse. Didn’t I just tell her I was married, or did she purposefully not hear me mention that? I asked myself as I looked at her.

She had on a pathetic act of flirtation going on and I couldn’t help but wonder what she thought she was doing. Her action was like a nail against my skin to the already frayed nerves. I fought the urge to snap at her, to express my complete lack of interest in whatever she thought she had to offer.

“You don’t really have to play a hard to get man, I know I’m pretty and everyone wants me.” She said, and I wanted to scream at her that I didn’t want her. I wasn’t even in the least interested in whatever she wanted from me.

I hated the fact