After a long day of sitting down at the long conference table, listening to old men who happened to be the board of directors, speak about the things he already knew, for hours, Asher was more than due for a break. He knew he'd already begun to accomplish more than his father had as CEO, and the constant get togethers were just excuses to remind him of his superiors.
He'd had to stay. He couldn't bear them going back up to his father and giving the old man a reason to see him sooner than he needed to.Strangely, after the meeting, Asher did not feel like partying or seeing anyone. That was not all true, though. He felt like seeing one person, but he doubted she'd ever agree to come if she knew it was him, judging from her actions the last time.He came up with an idea. A few hours after he'd placed an order, a different one this time in order not to raise any unnecessary suspicion, he'd placed the delivery address to a different mansion of his which he rarely used.There was really nothing spectacular about her, he told himself. He'd just not had anything or anyone this challenging in a while and well, he was bored. He needed something new to get over his lately predictable life.He heard the doorbelll ring and his chest pounded in excitement. He chuckled. No one had him this excited to see them, but then again, no one had ever torn apart a check of twenty million dollars he'd drawn up for them.This girl was his challenge, exactly what he craved, what he needed to get back some semblance in his life.He sat smugly as he waited for her to come in. He wondered if she'd bolt again once she saw him or punch him this time like she'd obviously wanted to before. He even imagined she'd get on her knees and beg for the check she'd previously rejected.Her footsteps were light and unsure as she got into the living room. He saw the recognition hit her and she bit her lips slightly and swallowed."That will be forty dollars plus delivery." She said with an edge to her voice.He smirked. "You must be tired after all the deliveries you must have done today," he knew he was her only customer, "would you like a drink maybe? At least sit down."She eyed the couch for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons of accepting his hospitality."No thank you. I just need my money if you don't mind," she spat.He tried to keep himself from laughing out loud. This was even better than he'd expected. At least she hadn't bolted through the door immediately she'd seen him so they were getting somewhere."Well, I'm afraid there's a bit of a problem. I rarely have cash in the house. I'll have to call someone to get it. You have to sit. It could take a while", he said, taking his phone.She looked like she'd just swallowed a lemon. "You don't have up to forty dollars? Just forty dollars? Why didn't you call this person before I got here!""Well, you wouldn't blame me. I didn't think you'd come. I know you have a thing about delivering to people in houses like this.""I don't have a problem delivering to people in mansions." She said, getting redder. "It's you I have a problem with!"He pretended to look hurt."Oh wow, I didn't know you felt that way about me. I don't even know how to feel."She softened up. "It's not…that's not what I meant.""Maybe if you sit and accept my hospitality I wouldn't feel so bad about it anymore."She looked between him and the couch for moments before sighing and squeezing her body into the edge. He could barely keep from laughing out loud. Holding in his emotions was something he'd learned for a long time. To her, he appeared uninterested."Well, are you gonna make the call or not?" She muttered, staring staright ahead with her arms folded across her big chest. Even though the rest of her had thinned down, her breasts had grown even bigger in size and he couldn't stop staring at them, especially when she crossed her arms under them and made them appear even bigger."Oh. I almost forgot. I'll go get you something while I'm at it."He didn't give her a chance to protest as he left to the next room where he poured them both two glasses of wine. When she tried to refuse, he feigned answering the call.He gave her the drink with the phone still in his ear and she took it with a frown on her face.When he was done with the call, he sat down beside her, closer than she was before and noticed her squeeze herself even closer to the edge of the sofa.He didn't remark on it, just sipped his wine slowly, knowing she was uncomfortable. At least she was drinking his wine.Watching her try to avoid him showed him just how much she'd changed. Years ago, she'd always tried to find an excuse to be around him, make him hear her voice, notice her. Now she was the opposite, avoiding him like he had some kind of disease.He had to confess. That made him feel kinda bad."Is this what you do?" She asked, snapping him out his thoughts. "Change houses every week."He smirked, this time without hiding it. She was finally looking at him. The wine had loosened her up."I don't change houses every week. I just happened to be staying here for the moment.""Really." She didn't seem to believe him."I just happened to be here. I promise. ""So it had nothing to do with me." She said, crossing her legs and finally relaxing on the sofa.He got a good look at her face up close. She looked tired, stressed even, but that innocent beauty she'd always had remained. Those deep black eyes which had always intrigued him stared right up into his, holding him under a spell which rendered him unable to look away."I'd be lying if I said it didn't.The things a man must do to get what he wants." She glared at him. "The cupcakes, I mean."She chuckled and he did a double take at the sound. This was the first time she'd let herself be free around him again. He made a mental note to always give her wine whenever she came around.She stretched her legs on the table and yawned. His eyes remained on her long legs and followed them up, leading to the disappointing hem of her skirt. He felt the surge between his thighs.He placed a hand on the visible part of her thigh and rubbed, marveling at how soft and supple her skin was. His eyes went to her chest, imagining how those buds would feel in his arms.She didn't push him off. In fact, she stared at him with a glazed look on her face, her lips slightly parted. This reminded him of his first time, with her. She'd been so willing, so trusting, even when he hadn't really known what he was doing.His hand kept going up, under her skirt, hoping to reveal the miracle underneath when all of a sudden, he stopped. There was something weird about her expression.Those eyes were unnaturally still. She was drunk.But with only one glass? She had to have the tolerance of a baby.He quickly got his hands off of her body. He'd never been one to take a woman against her will. In fact, he only ever gave a woman pleasure when she begged for it and he wouldn't change that now.Her skin came alive under his touch, exploring every inch of her body while he kissed her neck, making waves pool beneath her stomach. She writhed underneath him, paving the way for his torturous pleasure. His lips left her neck and moved slowly downward, leaving kisses in their wake, making her go mad with anticipation. He took one tweaked nipple in his mouth, tasting then sucking on the budded flesh. His fingers trailed the center of her moist womanhood, making her cry out. A finger stretched her open, then two until she felt she couldn't take it anymore. "Are you ready for me?" He asked out of breath. She nodded, pulling him in. Anna woke up with a start, feeling hot all over. It'd been months since she'd had such a vivid dream. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced around at the room, getting confused. The room was unfamiliar. Her fingers trembled and she felt her legs give way even on the very plush bed she was on. This wasn't right. Where was she? Where were her children? What had
Oh my God. This can't be happening." Anne muttered, trembling. "Calm down, girl. It's not the end of the world." Lola said, holding her shoulders. "Although the rest of the article says you're either a crazy fan obsessed with him or just some prostitute he's paying. I didn't know they were allowed to use such words.""Yeah." Jake said, finishing up the cake and giving Lola a look."Look at it this way. If this blows up and people recognize you, then it will be good for business.""That's not the kind of reputation I want to have. Anyone who sees that would assume I'm one of those cheap girls who sleep with millionaires." "Billionaire actually." Lola said and got a sour look from Gabby. "What? If you're going to say it then say it right. The man has a whole empire, several mansions, the most successful company in this state. I wouldn't mind if someone took a photo of me sneaking out. Like hell, I'd even do it myself. " "Don't pay her much mind. We all know Lola's a whore." Gabby sai
Asher was with his father again on one of those compulsory weekly visits he'd devoted for him, wishing he was anywhere but there, yet again. The old man's condition was worsening, and with it came his incessant demand that Asher have a son. The man was nothing but a pest, Asher thought, staring at the machine that kept his father alive. "I understand the problem, Asher. You don't think any woman is worthy. I don't either." His father spoke up, each word sounding like a sickly croak. "Like your sisters. They have been nothing but leeches to me, such regrettable investments." Asher was fuming. He didn't want a woman, because he knew a lot of them only wanted him for his money, but he would be damned if his father ever thought they were alike. His father hated women, even his daughters, so much that the only reasonable jobs in his company were never given to women. It was something Asher had begun to change and he was already seeing more female investors who had avoided the company b
His touch was feathery soft, a sharp contrast to his hard features. Beneath that exterior was a tender, almost vulnerable part of him she'd never seen before. He looked bad, well as bad as someone like him could possibly look. With his roughly tousled hair and stubby chin, he still looked better than any man she'd seen. "What do you mean?" She asked, frowning a little. This man had insulted her, she reminded herself. He stared at her for a long moment, without saying anything. He looked down to where both their hands were still entangled together, neither making any moves to remove it."I'll get the menu." She said and left as fast as she could.She sifted through a few of the piles of books she'd already been packing, in search of the menu when she felt a presence."I just wanna talk." He said, his voice deeper than usual, making her stomach turn. "About?" She answered as casually as she could. She was a bundle of nerves inside and she'd be damned if he even got as much as a whif
Anne gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She'd thought they were safe when she'd pulled Asher into the store room with her, but the clear picture of both of them in the article which looked like they were making out, meant that those slimy reporters had gotten what they wanted. She couldn't let Trevor see this. He wouldn't understand. He already thought she was cheating, but with this article, it would be all the evidence he needed. Her heart pounded in her chest. It was from Times Arizona, the biggest news corporation in the city. Definitely, anyone who read that article would think she was just some clear shot golddigger who had managed to worm her way up to the richest billionaire in the state.She dialed the number Asher had used to make orders but the automated voice kept announcing he was unreachable. She was a mom for god's sake. Children in school were mean. Her kids had already been taunted in the past for not having a dad. She knew it would be worse if they believ
I didn't know he'd act that way, I wouldn't have brought him in…" Gabby trailed behind Anne, trying to apologize."Leave me the fuck alone. You were well aware of what you were doing." She knew her anger should not have been directed at her best friend, but when the tears threatened to give out, she knew she had to let out the emotions somehow, on someone. "What's happening?" Lola asked, reading the tension when they both got into the baking room. "Trevor came and…" "I don't want to talk about it." Anne cut her off. "There aren't a lot of people out there anymore. I think I can manage well on my own, you can all go home." "If there's something wrong you know you can always…" Jake began, coming closer."For god's sake I just want to be alone!" She screamed, shocking everyone within and outside the room into silence. One by one, everyone began to leave, no one wanting to get on her bad side. Everyone except Jake, who wouldn't budge. She left him, deciding it was best as long as he
When Anne had agreed to the trip to Disneyland, she probably hadn't been thinking straight. It was the middle of the day and California was hours away. She didn't know how it was going to go, but seeing Asher happily talking to her kids gave her such reassurance that she could take a break from obsessing over everything, since he was there. "Mommy, is uncle Ash our daddy?" Anne heard Danny ask and she felt her blood run cold. She'd suspected bringing the boys with their real father, with neither of them knowing it would probably be awkward, but she hadn't expected it to happen this early. Asher however did not look the least bit affected. His eyes were straight ahead, but his bulging cheeks belied the fact he was trying to hold in his laugh. "No silly!" Damien replied before she could say anything. "It's uncle Trevor." Anne mentally gave herself a facepalm. She'd assumed wrongly that Damien would somehow come to the rescue. "Could you tell me more about this uncle Trevor?" Asher
By seven in the evening, Anne had gone on just about every single ride there was to explore. Her excitement knew no bounds as she felt freer than she'd ever been in years. Asher was more than happy to see her in this position, especially as he was responsible for it. Of course he gave himself the credit. "I better go check on the boys." She announced and Asher frowned. "I'll call my bodyguard. He's still keeping watch over them." He said, bringing out his phone. Anne pouted. "If I didn't know better, I'd assume you were purposely trying to keep me away from my sons, with you." He smirked. "Well then, I guess you don't know better, because that's exactly what I've been doing." He said and groaned when she punched him in the chest. The phone call confirmed that his most trusted bodyguard still had his eyes on the boys who'd gone on to the next ride on his watch. He let him speak to Anne, who had to hear the voice of her children before she could relax. "Now can we go watch the pa