Asher’s POVI stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, then I decided to pretend I heard him just to hear how he intended on doing that, so I said. “Fine, let's hear your genius idea.”Gary straightened in his seat, his smirk slipping and turning serious. “Remember the Henderson account?” he asked me and I clapped my hands together mentally.Of course, that was what this was about. I should have known he wouldn’t be offering friendship if there wasn’t something behind the offer. He had seen an opportunity and he had seized it, using the fact that I had just hit him not long ago, and the fact that my wife worked for him as a chance.“Yes, Gary. What about the Henderson account?” I asked, feigning ignorance. Ignorance they say was bliss even though I knew it was for a short while in this case. I was sure Gary would explain what he meant, let me see where he was going.“Good! Remember my proposal on working on the account together? How I said we should…”I interrupted him, hating
May’s POV“Are you serious?” Emily asked and I nodded. Well, I understood that she was surprised, but she couldn’t be as surprised about this as I was.I was telling her about what Gary told me to do, and she was looking at me with a surprised look on her face, but then, the look soon changed from being fazed to being amused, and she was smiling.“What’s so funny?” I asked, a small frown marring my face.“The fact that it’s something you’ve been avoiding, but you can’t avoid anymore,” she said, lifting her shoulder in a shrug.The fact that she was laughing at me right now showed how worked up I was about this whole “work with Asher” thing, and she was supposed to be laughing with me on this, or I was. Either way, this shouldn’t bother me at all, I should see it as more opportunity to make him sweat.But really, he was the one that would in reality. I’ve always been so cautious of my dealings with him because it could at any point, turn so ugly, in a very unplanned manner.“But it’s n
Asher’s POVStaring at the woman that walked to me, I gave her a cold look, asking with my eyes without saying a word, what she wanted. I wasn’t interested, I was just here to talk to Brent, because he was already here when I called him.The bar downtown was always packed at this time of the evening, but I didn’t expect it to be this full.For some reason, it was, and half the bar were drinking.“What’s going on?” I asked as I looked at her pressed against my shoulder. I would have nudged her off, but I didn’t want to be disrespectful, so I just thought to act civilized instead.“I just like your eyes,” she said, smiling, and I wanted to shove her. I glanced at Brent and Brent gave me the “don’t do anything, I’ll handle it” look.“Huh, if you would be interested in looking at my eyes, maybe that would be better, because if you can’t see, the man is wearing a ring, which mean he’s married.” Brent said.I frowned down at my own finger to see it was bare and before I could frown at Brent
Asher’s POVI was settled into the high-backed leather chair in my office, the cityscape sprawling beyond the panoramic window behind me. Normally, I would be up and in front of the window, looking down at the city before me and probably thinking about things, but I had a meeting, so here I was.I glanced at the array of screens on my desk, the largest of which displayed the faces of my clients. I leaned into the microphone, trying to sound focused and present despite the array of distractions that come with running a company.I would rather be someplace else though, or even be working on the files I had my secretary bring to me."So, as I was saying," I began, directing my attention to the screen, "the projections for next quarter are looking strong, and we're on track to exceed the targets we set last month. I'm confident that with the new marketing strategy in place, we'll see a significant return on investment." I said, looking over at my door before concentrating back on the scre
Asher’s POVStaring at May, the woman I had managed to push away through my own foolishness, was like looking at a life I had almost let slip through my fingers. We were technically still married, but only because I hadn't found the courage… or perhaps the right moment… to sign the divorce papers.Thank God I didn’t, because now, I was able to claim that we were still married. Although, her presence in my office was both a reminder of my failures and the past we shared together I wasn't sure how to steer."What do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.May sighed, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "I'm here because for some reason, Gary told me I had to work with you on the Henderson project. I'll be working closely with you for some time," she explained, her tone suggesting that this arrangement was less than ideal for her.I feigned surprise, even though I was aware of this, actually, it was something I had planned with Ga
May’s POVI couldn’t believe I would come back to this house anymore, at least, not to come work. Asher and I had been working on his home office since I arrived about a couple of hours ago, and he had been the perfect gentleman since then.We were supposed to get together at his office together to iron out some of the work, but he had called and insisted I had to come to the house, because he couldn’t make it to the office.When I arrived, he had been waiting out front for me with a huge smile on his face. The cold Asher that I knew now seemed to be a distant memory, replaced with the warm one, the one that had feelings that I was now seeing nowadays.I sighed and rubbed my neck as I was bent over the files on the desk Asher and I had been sharing. “Are you all right?” I heard Asher’s voice and I snapped my head up to look at him.Slightly, I nodded, but said nothing after that.“You look like you’re in pain. Maybe your neck is killing you.” He said and I shrugged.“Do you want a mas
May’s POVI glanced at my phone as it buzzed on the dresser, half expecting another message from Asher. As I picked it up, I wasn't surprised to see his name flash on the screen, signaling another message asking me to come to his house for our meet-up.It was the third time he had done this; the first had ended in a tense conversation about our divorce, and after I had flatly refused the second invitation, I was even more hesitant now.What was his problem by the way? And why did he keep changing the venue of our meeting as if the work we were to do wasn’t important, or it was something she could play with.I looked down at my phone again to see if I should leave it unread or not, and I was still deciding that when another message appeared.“This is the butler, I'm using Mr. Campbell’s phone. He said you had to come home because he was feeling weak, but I've been trying to force him to go to the hospital, and he's refusing. He's been running a temperature since."I read it out loud, w
Asher’s POVAs I sat behind the mahogany desk that anchored my office, the last person I expected to waltz through the door was Gary. This man was just always showing up where he was not wanted.Although, my secretary had called to let me know he was coming, but still…I eyed him warily, my guard up, wondering what he was doing here again this time. “What do you want, Gary,” I said, my voice sounding bored.“I came here to talk, and it’s important,” he said, shrugging.What the hell? Was he here to talk about what he and I had agreed to do, and back out? Was he here to say he couldn’t put May on the account anymore, because if he thought for once that I wouldn’t pull him out entirely, then he had another thing going.I was not going to let him do that without a fight. He had probably thought that there was nothing I could do about him being on the account now."Relax, Asher," Gary said with that sly grin of his, casually taking a seat opposite me. "I'm not here to stir up trouble. In