Nineteen

Asher’s POV

The game was getting boring, or maybe it was because my mind wasn’t here, but either way, I was losing my interest. I was in the the VIP section of Club 69 with Chanel and we were waiting for my best friend to join us, but that seemed like it was going to take forever, as he said he was delayed in a meeting.

That was surprising though, seeing as he was the one that called me out tonight to get things off my mind.

I blew out a breath and folded my arms, as I watched Chanel picked her drink and took a sip, but my mind was on May.

I still wasn’t picking her calls, but I’ve read every single text she had sent me, and none of them indicated she was ready to sign those papers. I hated our forced marriage so much, and she should too if she didn’t have the ulterior motive to dig as much gold as she could from me.

There was something else I hated though, the fact that it seemed like I didn’t have any control over this situation anymore. I was a powerful man, almost on top of any s