May’s POVI went to the balcony trying to find the rescue I needed, and it wasn’t until I was there that I realized a young woman had followed me out.She was young, maybe in her early twenties, more like twenty one, and had blonde hair like I do, with a nice dress on a skinny body. She was tall, but I couldn’t really tell with her heels on.She was really pretty as well, but I didn’t recognize her at all. She must be a part of the family’s friend or something. I wasn’t sure. I waited for her to say something, because I didn’t even know why she had followed me out."Damn! That man is so hot! You're such a lucky girl," she teased me, "and I can tell he loves you so much.” She said.For a moment, I stared at her like she had lost her head. “What man are you talking about?” I asked her with a frown on my face, not sure what she was talking about.The young woman smiled with a shake of her head, then she asked. “Are you serious? How many guys do you have?” then she shook her head with a s
Asher’s POVIt was much later in the evening when I caught sight of May talking to my mother. She was smiling about something that I didn’t know of, but her smiling face took my breath away.Damn, she was so beautiful. I could stand here and stare at her all night long.Behind me, I heard Brent said something to my father about coming to see him later, but I was too fixated on May to hear anything really. I didn’t even care what that was about. It was a conversation between father and son.Brent had always been close to my father and they saw eye to eye on most things than he and I.The house was still thrumming with the energy of the party, but I felt detached from it all, my focus sharpened on the woman who still managed to stir something deep within me, only after I had successfully been a fool and let her leave anyway.If I wasn't such a dummy, I wouldn’t have not seen what was right there in my face. Speaking about seeing things, I focused back on May. I could see the determinati
Asher’s POVOkay, maybe we needed to put a stop to this line of talks, so I raised my hands up in surrender."Look, I... I'm sorry," I said, running a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of her stare as she looked at me. "I just... I needed to talk to you, away from all those people.” I said, hoping that would change things a little and we would stop barking at each other.But there was no such thing. “Needed to talk or needed to control the situation?" May's words were like ice, and they cut through me sharper than any knife could.I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts. This was not how I had envisioned this night going, not in the slightest. But here we were, standing in the dim light of my bedroom, a place I had never thought would serve as our fighting space."Control? No, that's not what this is about, May," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I just... we never really got to finish our conversation that day you came to the house. There's so much
Asher’s POVAs I stepped into my father's study that morning, the air felt heavier than usual, and I knew he was going to say something serious.When I woke up this morning to his message and he wanted me to come see him, I had thought of what this might be about, but then, seeing him right now, I knew that he was was going to talk about something serious than what I had thought.He would normally call me like this even when he wanted to say a few things, like how he wanted to go on a vacation away from Mom, backpacking through Europe, or go skiing or hiking and the likes, but this was different.This man was probably going to be the death of me. With the way he called me to talk these days, I might have an hypertension before I was even his age. This was certainly how he had called me those two years ago, and told me what was going to happen if I didn’t get married fast.“Hello Dad,” I started and he raised his head to look at me from behind his desk where he was reading the day’s ne
Asher's POVI met Alex Dunn at a quiet diner downtown, where they served the best grilled chicken and fries with coffee that was strong enough to peel paint, and I chose a booth that was shrouded in shadows. I didn’t want anyone recognizing me or anything, so this was a good spot for us to talk.He slid into the seat opposite me, his face unreadable as always. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all, and I felt like it was what made him excel at what he does."Alex, I need an address," I started without any preamble as soon as he was settled in front of me. At that, he raised an eyebrow, and I could tell he had a question for me. I leaned in, keeping my voice low, because I couldn’t tell who was who.If there were to be a reporter in the room, he would not only recognize me but know me as well, and then he would hear me as about my own wife’s address and would probably put things together to get the picture, even if it won’t be as accurate.That was the last thing he wanted."It's
May's POVI was stirring the sauce for the pasta, letting the aroma fill the small kitchen, as Emily perched on the counter, swinging her legs and chatting about everything and nothing at all.That was just the thing about this best friend of mine. She was always in the kitchen with you talking and talking but never helping with anything. The only situation she ever helped in was when it was something she could take from, like help cleaning the house so that she took things she wanted.With food, well she loved good food, but not much anyway."So, how's the new job treating you?" she asked, taking a sip from the glass of wine I had poured for her when she arrived with Nick.They had both came to visit because Emily wanted to hear about the birthday I had gone to and came with Nick because she wouldn’t want to leave alone.After that episode with me on the cold floor of the alley and ended up with several stitches, she had either left my house early, or came with Nick.It was the first
May’s POVHe looked at me and then he looked at Nick, and I knew what was running through his mind. Maybe he wouldn’t have to think that if I didn’t call Nick honey when I asked who was at the door.I pushed aside to let him in before I closed the door and walked away. I could feel the weight of Asher's gaze as I led him down the short hallway to my room, away from the curious ears of Emily and Nick.As soon as we were inside, I turned to face him, my arms crossed across my chest defensively. The room felt smaller with him in it, the walls closing in on me, and I wanted the room to get bigger if it could."So, why are you here, Asher?" I asked, my tone less welcoming than I intended. I didn’t mean to sound like a disgruntled bitch, because that would mean I was angry at him, only I wasn’t, because that would be a waste of emotion.He glanced around the room briefly before his eyes met mine again. "Who was that guy who opened the door, May?” he asked me, looking at me intently. “I mean
Asher’s POVThis was a major fuck up, really, and I could tell that it was going to take more time to convince May to come back home. I shouldn't have told her about the board and the situation with them, because now it seem like I was only back to get her because of that.“Can you just leave now?” she asked me, “I’m sure you’re done saying what you came for.” She said.I wasn’t anywhere near done, not at all, so I shook my head. “Not in the least, May. We’re still talking.” I said, looking at her to the door behind her, my mind going back to the man I saw out there, the one that had opened the door for me and the one May had referred to as honey.Not once since we were married did she refer to me as anything but my name, “Ash!” and that was it.“I need you to come back home, May. We are still married anyway, so it wouldn’t make any difference whether or not you live here.” I said, my voice coming out as a plea, one that sounded the way I was feeling.I wanted to drag her into me, sta