Summer's POV
Summer returned home to find the mansion she shared with Michael devoid of all light. For the first time that evening she felt a sense of relief, even if it was only for a moment she could relax.
If she was lucky Michael was already asleep and would be much easier to deal with the following morning after having time to cool down.
Holding her breath she headed inside braced for the worst but hoping for the best.
Heart plummeting she found Michael standing in front of their bay window staring out into the night. He was shirtless allowing Summer a glimpse of the intricate dragon tattoo on his back, the same tattoo that she herself had received after being forced into marrying Michael.
A cup dangled from his fingers at his side, that was when Summer finally noticed the intense smell of alcohol permeating throughout the entire living room. Not only was Michael not asleep, but he was also most l
Asher's POV Half past Eleven Asher sat back in his desk chair and gave a mighty yawn. He hadn't been able to sleep very much after the events of the night before. No matter how much he tried to think nothing of it, Summer had looked much too shaken after speaking with whoever was behind their club room door. Michael had also looked pretty angry despite his blatant effort to hide it. Knowing whatever had happened was not his business it had still taken all of Asher's energy to not follow behind demanding to know what was going on. It had also drained him having to keep Gustavo and Stefen company until they too left in a flurry. By the time he and David had left that evening Asher had felt like he had run a marathon, his exhaustion was bone deep. The icing on the cake for the night had been how drunk David had gotten before they finally left. Being the good friend he was Asher had esc
Summer's POV "Where have you been?" Michael's cold voice was the first thing Summer heard when returning home. The man stood in the middle of the entryway arms crossed over his chest glaring at her as if she was a disobedient child. "Mr. Andrews asked to meet up to fine tune the contract we will be signing tomorrow." Summer responded while taking off her shoes. The last thing Summer wanted to do at the moment was deal with Michael's interrogation. Her heart was hurting and it was taking everything she had to remain calm and composed. The look on Asher's face when she told him that they were strangers had damn near killed her. Now all she wanted to do was shower and lay down, not deal with the very jealous man sitting before her. Still glaring Michael searched her face trying to find any sign of deceit. "Why didn't you mention it to me?" Sighing Summer walked up and wrapped her arms around Mic
Summer's POV The sun had long gone down and the moon had already risen when Summer and Michael arrived at Golden Ridges' head quarters. Using the cover of the night they had easily infiltrated the premises and were now staking out the front of a simple brick building with only one way in and out waiting for Gregory Noble, Golden Ridges' leader, to exit for the evening. Michael had made it clear prior to their arrival that they were to be as discreet as possible when it came time to take Gregory hostage. He wanted this mission to go quickly and smoothly. If anyone so much as made a sound to alert him they would be punished no questions asked. Although his men had been disappointed that violence wasn't their first option, they dared not disobey Michael's command and obediently remained nearby incase Summer and Michael needed back up, but far enough away that they wouldn't tip anyone off. Now, Summer sat watching as the me
Asher's POVMonday morning came much too slowly for Asher. Filled with anxiety and excitement he had spent the night tossing and turning. It was only when the sun began to rise that he gave up on sleep altogether and went for a run before showering and getting ready for the day.Unable to sit still for long he headed to work much earlier than usual, shocking the overnight guard, who looked about ready to fall over from exhaustion with his sudden appearance.Taking a mental note to speak with the man's supervisor later in regards to his lax disposition, Asher headed into the building.As Asher now paced in his office like a caged animal he anxiously waited for Michael and Summer's arrival to sign their finalized cooporation agreement.Initially he had been thrilled to see Summer, but as the time grew closer that excitement turned sour as he remembered what she had said to him the day before. He wasn't sure if he could calmly
Asher's POV For the next few days Asher busied himself in work to keep from thinking about the crazy woman Sarah's words. Anytime he would be idle they would replay again and again in his mind threatening to drive him mad. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't the slightest bit interested in what exactly it was she wanted from him. However, due to her manic behavior during their meet he knew getting involved with her would do nothing but bring him trouble. It was due to that realization each time temptation would start rearing its ugly head, a small voice in the back of his mind would remind him to forget it and find something else to keep himself occupied. However, as each day passed and the day of Summer's wedding grew closer, Asher found himself thinking of Sarah's words almost constantly and wondering if what she had to say involved being able to get Summer to leave Michael. The prospect of it was so ver
Asher's POVSarah had remained silent as they ate, insisting that it was best that they had their discussion afterwards over a few drinks. Due to her insistence Asher ate quickly paying no mind to the taste or look of whatever was on the plate in front of him."Slow down Asher, it won't run away." Sarah joked as she watched him eat as if this was his last meal.Swallowing Asher pushed his now empty plate away from him before lifting his gaze to meet Sarah's amused eyes."I was just famished." He argued even though his reasoning sounded weak even to him.Raising an eyebrow Sarah chuckled, "of course you were."As she spoke she wiped her mouth with a napkin and pushed her plate away as well indicating that she too was finished with her meal.Finally, Asher couldn't help feel anticipation begin to buzz through his body."You like Summer don't you?" Sarah asked suddenly, her words catching Asher
Summer's POV Summer stared up at the large white building Michael had just pulled up to with the glowing red word 'Emergency' illuminated on it. It was early Thursday morning and her father had insisted that he be picked up upon discharge by his daughter and future Son-in-law. Of course, there was no way that they could deny this request. "You ready" Michael asked cutting the engine of his vehicle and beginning to unbunkle. Summer gave a slight nod, "Yeah, I'm ready." Watching Michael exit Summer took a deepbreath to try to calm her rattled nerves. Her relationship with her biological father could be considered anything but great. He treated herlike a tool rather than a beloved daughter. After all, that was the only reason he even decided to acknowledge her and bring her to his side in the first place. If he hadn't found her useful who knew where she would be right now.
Asher's POV Friday evening and the day of Michael and Summer's celebration banquet came in a flash, and Asher found himself once again staring at the entrance of Bon Temps. Despite his best efforts to convince himself that he wouldn't have any part of Sarah's plan to sabotage Michael and Summer's banquet, he found himself here now waiting for the woman to arrive so that he could be her plus one for the nights big event. Up ahead a line had already formed at the entrance of the building as two men busied themselves checking invitations, followed by doing body checks before allowing guests entrance. Asher found it odd given the fact this was simply a celebration for family and friends. Why would they even need to check those who were invited for weapons? "Asher!" A voice called from behind as he stood pondering this. Turning Asher watched as Sarah clad in a too tight gold dress with a dipping v-neck, that accentua