Asher’s POV“I left you for just some few minutes, and you left to go cause some chaos.” Brent said, sitting across from me at the club and I rolled my eyes. He didn't get to talk about that at all. This was about my wife so I was in the right.“And you don’t think I've been beating myself up for that?” I asked him but he grunted. Grunting didn't answer me, so if he wouldn't say anything, he should just keep quiet altogether.Then he spoke. “Oh please, we both know the reason you’re beating yourself up for it is because May is angry with you.” He said.Okay, that was accurate, but it wasn’t the only reason, no, not at all. There was something else behind my actions, because I wasn't a tout or anything, just going around and doing things that didn't make sense, or just because I liked it. I leaned back in my chair, the weight of Brent's words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. The dim lighting of the club cast shadows across his face, but I could still see the concern in his
May’s POVThe weight of the day pressed down on me like a lead blanket as I sprawled across the couch, a sigh escaping my lips. Damn, I was tired.I had been working extra hard today, working as if I wanted to erase what Asher had done to Gary. I wanted to show my boss that I was sorry about what happened, and that he had only done that from a place of anger.Now, my body ached because of it, the running around, the extra work of making sure everything was in order, and nothing was out of place.As I lay done here, my mind buzzed with the near-miss of today; Gary's stern face flashed in my mind's eye, the way his mouth had tightened just because I went to his office to apologize, and he decided not to let me go. I had been on the edge so much I was almost shaking from everything.The more I thought about it, the more I was unable to concentrate, so things took me even longer time just to make sure it was all right. And when he shook his head and told me it wasn’t something I should wo
May’s POV The ride was a blur, my mind preoccupied with what Ellen wanted to discuss. We hadn't spoken much about things since Asher and I separated, only for a day and not for long. She had been supportive, yes, but there was always a sense of unspoken concern, a mother's worry for her child's future. She was probably getting worried with how frantic Asher was, and wanted to talk about it. Just last week though, she had told me in her invitation letter to the auction to make him sweat. I sighed, and stopped thinking about that, looking out the window of the cab I was riding to the restaurant Ellen had told me. The city lights streaked by as we made our way to the restaurant, and I felt a twinge of nervousness at the thought of delving into the topic of Asher and I, and what lay ahead for us… or what didn't. To be honest, I was only like this to him about the whole issue because I was still very scared about things, because I didn’t really think Asher wanted me back because ther
Asher’s POVMy secretary knocked on the door of my office and poked her head in. “Mr. Campbell, there’s someone here to see you.” She said, scrunching her face when I looked up to look at her. “He doesn’t have any appointment though!”“And who might that be?” I asked and she put a smile on her face.“Mr. Klein.” She said and I grunted.I narrowed my eyes at her, the name 'Klein' sending a slight shiver down my spine. "Gary Klein? Here?" I asked, a frown creasing my forehead. My secretary nodded, her expression apologetic.What was he doing here? Was he here to gloat about May having his side for something he had done wrongly? He had done something wrong by putting his damn hands on my wife, but I had done even worse though.If I was being honest though, I kind of liked the way I was able to punch the hell out of him deep down in my head. I loved the feeling I got for letting him know that I could take him down if I wanted to, physically and otherwise.“Did you already told him I was i
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