One Hundred and Eighteen

Asher’s POV

The gala was in full swing, and all I could do was wait by the damn door and stare at May as she moved from one place to the other, with a smile on her face, doing her job as a host, just right.

I stared at her, watching her, bidding my time, waiting to pounce like I knew I would. I needed a way in, but I haven’t seen one yet.

I could see her best friend, Emily, also walking around and smiling with a champagne glass in hand. She was with that man I first saw May with and I got jealous. I had later learned that he was Emily’s cousin, not someone May had interest in.

I was back to staring at May, as she walked from my client, to another, to one board member to the other, to my parents, and I could tell I was drooling. How was I so blind to let what I knew about her stepfather blindsided me into thinking she was a gold digger.

Behind me, I felt someone there standing, but I didn’t say anything because I was too focused on May. “You should go to her, standing here won’t do any