Asher’s POVIve been banging on her door but she wasn’t answering but I knew she was there, behind the damn door and she wasn’t opening the door.“I swear to God. I will break down your door if you don’t open the damn door. I just want to talk goddamnit.” I said. I was frustrated, and I couldn’t help myself.If May didn’t open the damn door in the next… she pulled the door open a notch, looking innocently at me. “What’s this about, Asher? Why are you trying to break my door?” she asked me.“I want to talk to you about what happened in Love Castle, May,” I said, raking my hand through my hair in desperation, hoping she gave me the time of the day.She furrowed her brows and her expression clearly stated she was confused about what I could want to talk to her about, and what happened.So it was going to be like this, huh? I asked myself, almost laughing at the look on her face.Feigning ignorance, are we?“Can you let me in at least, or would you rather we have this conversation out her

May’s POVThe weight of the day pressed down on me like a lead blanket as I sprawled across the couch, a sigh escaping my lips. Damn, I was tired.I had been working extra hard today, working as if I wanted to erase what Asher had done to Gary. I wanted to show my boss that I was sorry about what happened, and that he had only done that from a place of anger.Now, my body ached because of it, the running around, the extra work of making sure everything was in order, and nothing was out of place.As I lay done here, my mind buzzed with the near-miss of today; Gary's stern face flashed in my mind's eye, the way his mouth had tightened just because I went to his office to apologize, and he decided not to let me go. I had been on the edge so much I was almost shaking from everything.The more I thought about it, the more I was unable to concentrate, so things took me even longer time just to make sure it was all right. And when he shook his head and told me it wasn’t something I should wo

Asher’s POVMy secretary knocked on the door of my office and poked her head in. “Mr. Campbell, there’s someone here to see you.” She said, scrunching her face when I looked up to look at her. “He doesn’t have any appointment though!”“And who might that be?” I asked and she put a smile on her face.“Mr. Klein.” She said and I grunted.I narrowed my eyes at her, the name 'Klein' sending a slight shiver down my spine. "Gary Klein? Here?" I asked, a frown creasing my forehead. My secretary nodded, her expression apologetic.What was he doing here? Was he here to gloat about May having his side for something he had done wrongly? He had done something wrong by putting his damn hands on my wife, but I had done even worse though.If I was being honest though, I kind of liked the way I was able to punch the hell out of him deep down in my head. I loved the feeling I got for letting him know that I could take him down if I wanted to, physically and otherwise.“Did you already told him I was i

May’s POV“Are you serious?” Emily asked and I nodded. Well, I understood that she was surprised, but she couldn’t be as surprised about this as I was.I was telling her about what Gary told me to do, and she was looking at me with a surprised look on her face, but then, the look soon changed from being fazed to being amused, and she was smiling.“What’s so funny?” I asked, a small frown marring my face.“The fact that it’s something you’ve been avoiding, but you can’t avoid anymore,” she said, lifting her shoulder in a shrug.The fact that she was laughing at me right now showed how worked up I was about this whole “work with Asher” thing, and she was supposed to be laughing with me on this, or I was. Either way, this shouldn’t bother me at all, I should see it as more opportunity to make him sweat.But really, he was the one that would in reality. I’ve always been so cautious of my dealings with him because it could at any point, turn so ugly, in a very unplanned manner.“But it’s n

Asher’s POVI was settled into the high-backed leather chair in my office, the cityscape sprawling beyond the panoramic window behind me. Normally, I would be up and in front of the window, looking down at the city before me and probably thinking about things, but I had a meeting, so here I was.I glanced at the array of screens on my desk, the largest of which displayed the faces of my clients. I leaned into the microphone, trying to sound focused and present despite the array of distractions that come with running a company.I would rather be someplace else though, or even be working on the files I had my secretary bring to me."So, as I was saying," I began, directing my attention to the screen, "the projections for next quarter are looking strong, and we're on track to exceed the targets we set last month. I'm confident that with the new marketing strategy in place, we'll see a significant return on investment." I said, looking over at my door before concentrating back on the scre