Asher’s POVThis was it, the height of the avoidance I could do, really, but I was trying to prove a point to May, that she needed me as much as I needed her.She was the other half of me I didn’t know before, or maybe I did, but didn’t want to accept it then. Back then, she would have been the one trying to get me to see her, now I was the one, and I thought avoiding her would make her see me.But it was killing me, really. I just want her to come to me already, and it was what I had been waiting for.Brent shook his head at me as he sat in front of me with his glare on me. “Just what the hell are you doing to yourself, Asher.” He asked.“What I think would work!” I said, but was it really working. "Look, Brent, I know it seems crazy, sounds so, even, but I need her to realize how much she means to me and I can’t do that if she doesn’t want me," I replied, frustration evident in my voice.I didn’t care right now, as long as I put it out there. I was tired of having to explain myself
Asher’s POVI stood by the kitchen door with my bag in my hand, listening to what they were saying; my mother and my wife.As soon as I got back from the office, my butler had told me my mother was around and that she was in the kitchen with May, and now I was here to meet them.But then I got here and I heard May said she was leaving. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I even clenched my hands in fists, it was all I could do to not storm in there, grabbed her hands and drag her upstairs to show her why she wasn’t going to leave.“Again, thank you, but I can’t stay. I just wanted to speak with Asher before I left.” I heard her say. “And it’s taking too long for him to come home. I don’t know if you please tell him I said good-bye?” She said.Okay, that was the height of what I could stay here and listen to, because I was already boiling. But then again, I knew I couldn’t show anger because I knew she was also hurting.I grabbed the doorknob and pushed it downward to open the door,
May’s POVAs soon as I opened the door of my room later that evening after Ellen left to go downstairs to get an apple before going to bed, I saw Asher standing there.“I can’t give you any more time, May.” That was the first thing he said to me as I looked at him. What the hell was he talking about?I frowned, biting my bottom lip. “Stop doing that, May. If you seriously don’t want me to ravish you right now, stop doing that.” He said.I was utterly confused, not sure I knew what he was referring to. I just frowned and looked at him. “What are you talking about?” I asked after a few more seconds of silenced from him. I had been expecting him to clarify without me having to ask, but he just stared at me.“Biting your lip, that’s what.” He said casually.“Oh! I see. Sorry, I’m not doing it on purpose.” I said and he nodded.“Where are you going to?” He asked me.“I’m going to the kitchen.” I said.“That’s good. Maybe we can talk there.” He said.I shook my head. “Or maybe we can talk h
May’s POVToday was our two-year anniversary. He said he had something for me, and my own surprise for him was a full table of his favorites.The timer chimed, signaling that the pecan pie I had been baking was ready. I grabbed the mitts behind me and carefully pulled it out, setting it on the counter to cool, the sweet aroma filling the kitchen. Even though Asher might take a while to return from the office, I couldn’t help but hurry because I was eager to be washed and dressed before his arrival. I didn’t think getting him a gift would be okay because, to be honest, I had no idea what to get for someone who owns everything. I just knew cooking a romantic dinner, with flower petals scattered and candlelight lit around us, seemed like the best way to make today memorable.Our marriage wasn’t the natural bond between two people in love. He needed a wife back then, and my father needed money. Well, my step-father. This was the base of my marriage, a trade. I didn’t want it, I didn’t ha
May’s POV Not particularly caring about how I looked, I dragged myself to my best friend’s house. I wasn’t in the best mood anyway, all I felt was the sadness of being misunderstood. The fact was, I couldn’t believe that was the way Asher saw me; a mere gold digger with no standard but just the love of money. I knew he didn’t love me when this happened, but I just thought maybe he had grown some feelings for me, like I did. I guess I was just being naive. “What’s going on, May?” Emily asked me, and after I told her everything, she looked at me like I was stupid. “He wants to divorce you?” Her voice came out strained, mirroring how I feel. I nodded. “What do you think I should do to let him see that that’s not who I am?” That was the question I was about to ask, but Emily beat me to it, asking me when I would get rid of the jerk, and handing me a glass of scotch. Alcohol was exactly what I needed right now. I raised it to my mouth and gulped half the content, causing Emily
May’s POV I think with my heart first, before my head, and that’s why I’m here right now, running the errand Asher sent his butler. This morning, when Asher had called the house and asked the butler to bring him some files he had left at home, I had thought it was better to use the opportunity. As soon as the taxi dropped me in front of Asher’s building, I walked to the executive elevator that would take me to his floor, not getting stopped because the security guys knew who I was. Although, I wasn’t too sure I might be welcomed like this with all the bows if they knew their boss was trying to divorce me. Stepping off the elevator, I made my way to Asher’s office at the far end of the floor, with the file I had brought in my hand. Asher shared this floor with three executives and some employees that worked for each of them, so it was a filled floor as opposed to the normal secluded floors CEOs used. Swallowing my nerves as I walked down the hall to his office, I thought of how
May’s POVIIt seemed like a dream, because I didn’t think Asher would agree to going to dinner with me, not when he had made a big deal out of coming to his office to ask him for lunch.I got to the restaurant lobby, and I looked at the woman standing behind the counter with a readied smile on her face. “Good evening. I have a reserved table under Campbell.” I said to her, smiling back.The woman nodded. “Good evening, Mrs. Campbell. I’ll check right away.” She said, the smile that seemed more like it was worn permanently was still there.I couldn’t believe Asher had agreed to dinner, but I was more surprised that he had chosen this restaurant. It was a restaurant on the top floor of the building with the sky right above, shown through the glass ceiling. It was known for being a romantic spot for couples, and when he had texted me to meet him here, I was just so glad.“Right this way, Mrs. Campbell. I’ll show you to the table. Mr. Campbell is already waiting.” She said. At down, I gl
May’s POVThe first thing I did as I walked out of the interview room on the third floor of Keith Industries, was grab my phone from my bag to turn it on. I had to turn it off the moment I walked into the building.Mom has been calling me these days, because my stepfather needed some money. I shook my head as I remembered it, making me grimace. I realized she wasn’t in on what was going on, and my stepfather had probably complained to her and asked her to ask me for help. What a twisted way of asking me to give in to what he and my husband wanted. But it was what prompted me to come for this interview. If he needed help, then maybe if I got a job to help him myself, he wouldn’t be so bent on trying to force my hand. Using my mother to ask me for money was really low, even for him. He knew I would do anything for her, for my sister, their daughter. Aside from that, I knew I had to get a job sooner than later. I’ve realized Asher didn’t respect me because I wasn’t financially indepe