One Hundred and Thirty Eight

May’s POV

A knock sounded on the door of my room, and I knew it was Asher before I asked who it was. That was the way he usually knocked. If it was the butler, I would know as well, but I asked all the same.

“Who’s that?” I asked, and as expected, Asher answered.

“It’s me, May.” He said and I sighed, pushing up from the chair in front of my dresser I was sitting to walk to the door.

I had locked it earlier when I walked in after lunch to get a bit of a shut eye. I had just woken up about a couple of minutes ago, and I had washed my face, and sat down to apply some facial cream on my face.

I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open. “Hey, Ash. What do you want?” I asked as soon as I saw him standing there.

Okay, I didn’t mean to sound like this, at all, so I would blame it on the fact that I had just woken up from sleep.

He gave me a surprised look, like he didn’t expect me to ask him that, but then again, I wasn't in the mood to explain that this was because I had just woken up from s