Twenty

May’s POV

It’s been fifty two calls,

Twenty eight emails,

And over a hundred texts to Asher.

Guess how many replies I’ve gotten? None!

Even right now, as I pressed the phone to my left ear and waited as the ringing continued, I knew there wasn’t going to be any response from him, but I was still hoping.

Just what the hell was his problem? What the hell had he been doing that was taking so much of his time he couldn’t pick any of my calls, or be bothered to call me back. I wondered why he hated me so much, leaving me here all alone without even bothering to talk to me, or see if I was doing okay. I was here all alone, well, alone in the house with the butler who I haven’t even seen since last night after he dropped the envelopes from the mailbox on the kitchen counter.

Maybe I should have just listened to Emily and gone with her to the club like she had suggested when I called her this afternoon. Damn, I wasn’t even sure of what to do with myself anymore.

The only compensation was t