Endless Obsession – Episode 37
Episode 37
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⚘Poppy ⚘
I laugh at something Tony says, the muscles in my cheeks hurting from not laughing in so long. Me, Liv, and Tony are sitting at the table having dinner. Liv made a delicious homemade fettucine Alfredo dish. Both the noodles and sauce were made from scratch. Her cooking skills make me sick. It’s not that I can’t cook, but most of my meals come from a box, or already prepared. My mom tried teaching me her skills in the kitchen, but no matter how hard I tried, it always ended up burnt or it just didn’t taste right. I’ve learned to not even attempt it anymore, unless it’s something simple.
“I swear I thought I was going to die of embarrassment,” Liv says, fanning her red cheeks with her hand. “And then when the cop shined his flashlight on us, I accidently clamped down instead of pulling away.”
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My mouth drops open while Liv winces and a look of pain crosses Tony’s face.
“I was so scared I did permanent damage,” she continues, grabbing Tony’s hand from the table. She looks at him with sympathy, but there’s mirth in her eyes that she can’t hide. “The poor cop didn’t know what to do. Tony screamed in pain and dropped to his knees. I scrambled over to him, my tits still hanging out of my shirt. The cop rushed over and tried examining Tony’s dick, but Tony kept growling at him to keep his hands off him.”
I’m laughing so hard, tears stream down my face. These tears I don’t mind. I’m actually grateful for them. I needed this laugh.
“I’m sorry,” I wheeze out when Tony glowers at me. Liv’s lips twitch as she tries to hold in her own laughter. Her face goes bright red, right before she doubles over, unable to keep it in, which makes my laugh become stronger.
“Anyway,” she says, drying her eyes, but still giggling. “I was so iworried, I made him go to the hospital to get it checked out. All the nurses in the ward were trying to come in and get a peek. Of course, that’s where I stepped in and blocked the door. Wasn’t no horny nurses getting a peek at my man’s junk. Come to find out, no damage was done, but he did have a nasty bruise and bite marks on his dick for days afterward.”
Another round of laughs come from both me and Liv.
“Ha! Laugh it up,” Tony grumbles. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest, pouting in the typical man fashion. “You’re lucky I let you anywhere near my dick now.”
“Aw, babe.” She pokes out her bottom lip once she gets control of herself. “You know you can’t keep it away from me. He would miss me too much.”
Tony quickly reaches up, snags Liv by the waist and drags her across to him, where she straddles his lap. “Damn straight,” he growls.
I turn away when they start devouring each other’s mouths. Jealousy is a bitch,and I hate that I feel it right now. Tony and Liv deserve to be as happy as they are. I’m happy for them, I just wish I could have the same thing.
You could if you’d get over your spat, my mind screams loudly at me.
I mentally zip and lock the lips on my inner voice.
A flash of a few nights ago comes to mind. I knew I missed Asher, but I didn’t realize how much until I saw him. My eyes ate him up as he came into view. I so badly wanted to open the window and drag him inside. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, breathe in his intoxicating scent, feel his warmth wrap around me, and have him draw me into his arms and tell me everything is going to be okay. But I didn’t. I stood strong against my wants because I still haven’t gotten over what he did.
My heart broke even more at how he looked. He was haggard and so very tired. His eyes looked sad with bags, the bristle on his face showed he hadn’t shaved in days, and his cheeks looked gaunt. The devastating appearance didn’t match the strong and confident man I knew. I wanted the old Asher back.
When he walked away after telling me he loved me the way he did, I again almost crumbled. My hand was reaching for the latch when he disappeared. When he left, he took every piece of my heart with him. I want my heart back, but I fear it’ll never be mine to have again. He’s claimed it for himself and has no intention of giving it back.
“Hello? Earth to Poppy?” Liv says, waving a hand in front of my face and breaking me from my thoughts.
I glance over to see she’s back in her chair with a flushed look. Her breathing
seems to be rapid as well. Looking over at Tony, he doesn’t seem to be in much better condition. He’s no longer reclining back in his chair, but bent over with his elbows resting on his knees. I blush when I realize he has to be hiding his body’s reaction.
I jump up from my chair. “I uh… I’ll just go to my room.” I rush out and go to walk by the table.
“Wait,” Liv says, grabbing my arm. “Are you sure you won’t reconsider coming with us tonight? You don’t need to be stuck in this house, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone.” Her brows pinch down into a frown.
“No, you two go ahead. You’ve both been stuck here with me. Go have fun. I’ll be fine. Both Asher and Sam have men out there. Nothing will happen.”
She bites her lip and thinks for several seconds, before giving a hesitant nod. “Only if you’re sure…”
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“I’m definitely sure.”
“Okay, but if you need anything, we’ll both have our phones on us.”
“Stop worrying. I’ll call if anything happens, but I don’t see how it can with so many people watching the house.” I lean down and kiss her cheek, then do the same to Tony. “Thank you for everything you both are doing. I hate that I’m burdening—”
I don’t get a chance to finish before Liv is standing and pulling me into her arms.
“Don’t ever think you’re a burden. You may not be my blood, but you’re still my sister.”
“Love you, Liv,” I tell her through a thick throat.
She pulls back and cups my face. “Love you, too.”
She releases me and Tony steps up,grabbing my shoulders. “We’re not doing this because it’s the right thing to do. We’re doing it because we love you, and you’re family.” He smiles and places a kiss on my forehead before stepping back.
Still amazed at my good fortune at finding these two, I walk back to the room I’ve been using. I’m glad that Liv and Tony are going out tonight. It’s a business function Tony’s known about for a while. They told me earlier they were going to cancel, but I told them if they did I’d kick them out of the house and lock all the doors. They need the time out. They went from having the house to themselves to having a roommate. It’ll do them good to get out and away from the unstable woman that’s taken over their home. Not to mention, I see the worry their faces have been carrying lately since I’ve been here. They need the opportunity to let go of their worries and relax.
I quietly close the door behind me and go straight to the bed. I’m tired. It’s already late afternoon, and I know I probably shouldn’t take a nap because it might keep me up tonight, but I don’t think my eyes will continue to stay open. Sleeping has become a rare occurrence for me.
Before setting my phone down on the nightstand, I check the display to see if I missed any calls or texts. My heart sinks when I don’t see any missed notifications. I haven’t heard from Asher since the night he came to see me. He has a single rose delivered to me every day, but there hasn’t been any other communication than that. At first I wasn’t sure how I would take him sending me the same rose as I got
from the creep, but I found I still enjoy them. I’m glad he didn’t take that away from me.
I snuggle down into my pillow and close my eyes.
What feels like minutes later, someone shakes my shoulder. Groggily, I force my eyes open and look up into Liv’s. I sit up and rub my eyes and look around. I was asleep longer than I thought. Out the window, the sun has already set, putting the room into darkness, except for the little bit of light coming through the open door.
“What time is it?” I ask sleepily.
“Fifteen minutes till nine. Tony and I are heading out. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
Liv steps back as I swing my legs to the side of the bed and get to my feet.
“I’m sure. Now go. I don’t want to see your face again until any time after midnight.”
I take her shoulder and give her a shove toward the door. She looks stunning in her shimmering midnight blue knee-length dress. The material is loose and hanging
over one shoulder. The other shoulder is bare, except for a thin strap. Her feet are in a pair of sparkly dark blue strappy heels.
“You look beautiful, Liv! I told you that dress would look amazing on you.”
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She looks down and smooths out nonexistent wrinkles. Looking up, she smiles brightly.
“I do look pretty good, don’t I?”
“So much so, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t locked you in your room.”
She laughs and turns on her heel. I follow behind her into the living room. “He’s already tried. I told him I’ll give him something special tonight if he let me out.”
“And I expect to collect.” Tony comes up and wraps an arm around her waist, kissing her lips briefly. He turns to me. “Don’t wait up,” he says to me with a wink.
I smile. He’s in a black tuxedo with his black hair smoothed back. He looks just as stunning as Liv. They make the perfect pair.
Liv grabs her small matching clutch, and I walk them to the door. After saying good-bye with a promise to call if something happens, I close and lock the door, then set the alarm. I go to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. I lean back against the counter as I take several sips. The house is eerily quiet and it sends a shiver down my spine. I’ve gotten used to always having someone near. Maybe not in the same room, but there’s always someone in the house. I feel like a child again as I look around, checking for the boogeyman. Every little sound has me jumping.
Feeling stupid, I set my glass down in the sink and go back to my room. There’s no one here. No one can get in the house. I’m being stupid. I pull out some night clothes and go to the bathroom. I’m still extremely tired, so I decide on a shower and then back to bed for an early night. I could certainly use it.
Turning the dials until it reaches the right temperature, I pull off my clothes and slip my hair up into a high bun. The water feels good against my skin, so I stand under the spray and just let it wash over me. After several minutes, I soap up the loofa and scrub my body. Shaving comes next. Ten minutes later, I step from the shower, dry off, dress, and then go back to the room. I miss sleeping na.ked. My clothes always get tangled during the night. My body also tends to run hot, so I’m often waking up sweaty. But there’s no way I can sleep na.ked in someone else’s house. Not to mention I’m self-conscious about sleeping na.ked now anyway. I look over to the window to make sure the curtains are pulled closed. Although the thought of him watching me unawares is still creepy, a small fu.cked up part of me wishes he was. That would mean he was close by. I don’t know why, but I know I would feel safer if he were, because right now, I don’t feel safe.
I sit on the side of the bed and apply lotion to my legs and arms, before slipping underneath the cool sheets. The shower rejuvenated my energy, so I decide to read for a bit before calling it a night. I pull the kindle app up on my phone and find the book I started earlier today. Since I’ve stopped working at Silver Technologies and have nothing to do, I’ve picked up reading more. I know I need to start looking for another job, but I just haven’t had any motivation lately. I hate that I’m no longer at Asher’s company. I really liked the people I worked with and the work itself, but I know I can’t go back. I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him every day. Liv tells me Asher’s been in a perpetual bad mood lately. She’s been assisting him in my place. Jokingly, she’s begged me to come back to take him off her hands. She plays it off like she’s not serious, but I can tell she is. She hasn’t outright told me she thinks I should forgive him, but I know she wants me to. I can see it in her eyes every time his name is brought up, which isn’t often, because I always put a stop to it. It’s only a matter of time before she puts her foot down and makes me talk about it. I have no idea what I’m going to say when that time comes. I’m still so confused with my feelings for him.
A noise at my window has my head snapping up and ripping me from my thoughts. I stiffen as I strain my ears for the noise again, wondering if I’m going mad and just imagined it. I stay still for several minutes and hear nothing. I grit my teeth as I realize my mind must be playing tricks on me. This guy has my nerves on edge. I can’t even be in a house alone without freaking out.
I shake my head and bring my phone back to life, just as it pings an incoming message. My stomach tightens, hoping it’s from Asher. I desperately need it to be Asher.
Disappoint hits when it’s not his number, then fear takes over when I see it’s from a private number. It’s him. My tormentor. I can barely get my hands to work, they’re shaking so bad as I pull open the message.
It’s a picture. It’s so small I have to make it bigger to see it. Once I do, distress has my entire body quivering. It’s still hard to see, but I can tell it’s of Asher standing at my window at home, watching me.
Another picture pops up of me outside, sitting on my back porch. Then another comes through of me sitting outside underneath the tree at the park, feeding the ducks. I go lightheaded when another appears of me sitting on my bed with my phone to my ear. From the look on my face, I know I’m on the phone with Asher. My heart slams in my chest, and I feel bile rise in my throat as another shows me and Asher walking hand in hand down the strip in Dallas. This crazy person followed us all the way to Dallas? Another is of Asher at my window. It’s a side view with me standing in front of Asher with my fingers in my mouth. I’m na.ked.
I jump up from the bed and rush to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet to throw up. I’m covered in sweat by the time I’m done, and I’m shaking so bad that my teeth are chattering. I realize my phone is still stuck in my hand when I feel it vibrate. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to look, but knowing I have to. I fall to my butt and lean against the wall as I bring my phone up to see what else the sick fu.cker sent me.
It’s another picture. This one is of me sitting on my bed here at Liv’s. I have one leg bent on the bed, rubbing lotion on it. My heart stops in my chest and all the breath leaves my lungs as I look down at the clothes I’m currently wearing. It’s the
same clothes I’m wearing in the picture. I try my hardest to make myself remember wearing this outfit before tonight, but no matter how hard I try, the memory won’t come.
Another picture appears. This one is of me lying in bed, holding my phone with a look of fear all over my face. But what has my vision blurring, my heart racing so fast in my chest it hurts, and complete and utter terror taking hold of my entire body is the man that’s standing in the background. It’s a reflection of him from the mirror that’s on the wall by the dresser. He took it just right so it shows him standing in my closet, shrouded in shadows. His clothes are dark; black pants and hoodie. He has the phone up, hiding his face as he snaps the picture.
There’s a message attached.
Unknown: Did you really think you were safe? You’ll never be safe from me.
Fright like I’ve never felt before slams into me. He’s in the house right now… he’s in my room! My heart feels like it’s about to pound out of my chest as I frantically scramble to my feet. I throw open the bathroom door and run toward the front of the house, looking behind me as I go and seeing nothing. My hands tremble as I search for the one number in my phone I need as I fumble with the lock on the door. I run from the house and out to the street, unsure of where to go from there.
It seems like ten minutes pass before I hear his voice, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple seconds.
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“Beautiful,” Asher says, sounding tired, but excited.
“He’s here,” I whisper, my voice coming
out in croak.
“What?” he growls. “Where are you?”
“I-I’m outside. He s-sent me pictures, Asher. H-he was in my room.”
I try to get my breathing under control. I feel panic setting in. The last thing I need to do is pass out from lack of oxygen.
I hear his huffs and a loud bang on his end as I race across the street. I have no idea where I’m going, but there’s no way I’m staying in that house.
“There’s a big black truck across the street at the empty house. It’s Rex and another of his men. Go to them and tell them what’s going on. Stay on the phone with me. I’m on my way.”
I feel like I’m going to be sick again, but I force the bile back down my throat. I spy the truck Asher’s talking about and run toward it. The door opens before I’m all the way across the street. I stumble to a stop in front of a huge man. His face is hard as he takes in my frantic expression. He’s huge. Like, really huge. His white shirt, a contrast against his deeply tanned skin, stretches across a massive chest. His long hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail. His face is covered in a full beard and mustache.
“What happened?” he grunts.
The passenger side door opens and out steps another man. This one is black and no less big. His head is shaved bald. They both look scary as hell, but Asher trusts them with my safety, so that means I do too.
“Poppy, talk to me.” Asher’s frantic voice comes over the line. “Did you make it to Rex and Dante?”
“Yes,” I tell him breathlessly. I don’t know if I’m out of breath from running or if it’s my fear that’s making it impossible to breathe.
“Put the speaker on and tell us what happened,” he says in my ear.
I do as he says and turn the speaker on.
My voice quivers as I relay what happened.
“I was lying in bed when I received a text from him. It was pictures of you standing at my window.” Even though I’m looking at who I assume is Rex, I’m talking to Asher. “I think it was before I knew who you were. There were others of me sitting outside on my back porch, and one of me sitting at the park. Even some of us in Dallas.” I don’t tell him of the one of him at my window with me na.ked. I shiver in revulsion, knowing this guy saw me bare. “Then he sent more of me rubbing lotion on my legs and me lying in bed. I was wearing the same outfit as tonight.
“Fuck,” Rex growls, and starts to storm off toward the house.
“Rex!” Asher calls, confirming my suspicions. “She isn’t to be left alone. I’m five minutes out.”
Rex turns to Dante. “Stay with her,” he commands and turns without waiting for a reply. He pulls something from the back of his pants as he jogs away into the darkness.
Icy fear holds me captive as I stand there with my phone gripped tightly in my hand. I hear Asher’s rapid breathing in my ear and it thaws some of the coldness from my bones. A hand grabs my elbow, and I jump. Dante’s expression is fierce, but underneath the hard edges is a gentleness I wouldn’t have expected from someone in his position.
“Let’s get you in the truck.” His voice comes out rough.
I nod and follow him. He holds the door open for me, and I climb inside.
“Poppy, you okay?” Asher asks, worry and anger coating his voice.
“Yes. I’m in the truck,” I assure him, my voice coming stronger now that I feel somewhat safer.
“I’m only a couple minutes away, baby,” he soothes, calming me down further.
My eyes stay glued to the dark house across the street. I don’t remember all the lights being off. My room is on the back side, but I could have sworn the living room light was on. It’s not now. My knees bounce with nerves.
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Headlights appear out of nowhere, the owner of the car swerving to a stop in front of the truck. I jump out of my side when the door of the car jerks open.
“Poppy!” Asher yells, running to meet me halfway between the two vehicles. His arms go around me and I take my first full breath since I realized someone was in the house. His warmth seeps into my bones,and I sag against him, his arms the only thing holding me up. Tears soak his shirt as I sob against his chest. His hands rub up and down my back while he murmurs in my ear.
“I’m here. Everything is going to be okay.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I grip him tighter. He picks me up underneath my knees, pulling me to his chest and carries me back to the truck. Dante is standing close by.
“Where in the fu.ck is Brice?” Asher asks him over my head. Brice is the man that Sam put on the house. I’m not surprised that Asher knows about him.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Dante answers darkly.
“Rex?” Asher grunts.
“Still inside.”
“Go see if he needs help.”
I peek my head up when Asher sets me down in the truck. He bends down so we’re face to face. The light from the truck shows his face a hard mask. He smooths out his features when he reaches up with his hands and places them on my cheeks.
“You okay?” he asks, his brows dipped down into a frown.
“I am now. Thank you for coming.”
There’s pain in his eyes as he bends and kisses my forehead. He pulls back but rests his forehead against mine.
“Oh, Beautiful. I told you I would always be here when you needed me. I’m just so damn sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I should have never left you.”
I grab his forearms. I don’t like that he’s apologizing. This is something he should not be apologizing for.
“We all thought I was safe here. You had no way of knowing he could get into the house,” I tell him earnestly.
He pulls back, but moves his hips forward so he’s wedged between my legs. His body doesn’t meet my center, but I still shiver at the closeness.
“Where’s Olivia and Tony? They’re supposed to be here with you,” he says, anger making his words come out harsh.
I scowl at him, not liking his attitude. Tony and Olivia have done nothing to garner his ire. They’ve changed their routine for me. Hell, Tony is working at
home to help keep me safe.
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“They went out,” I snap. “Tony had a business function. I can’t expect them to babysit me all the time. They wanted to stay home, but I made them go.”
“You should have called me then. Until this guy is caught, you can’t be left alone.” He grips my thighs and puts his face closer to mine.
“Asher, I can’t ask them to completely change their lives for me. I’m already imposing on them enough.”
“Doesn’t matter now,” he mutters. “You’re coming home with me.”
My jaw drops open at his audacity. There is no way I’m going home with him.
He’s totally lost it. I may have called him in a dire situation, but that doesn’t mean
I’ve forgiven him.
“Asher, I’m not coming home with you.”
I keep my voice strong, even as my treacherous heart begs me to agree to his demand. I shove at his chest to get him to move, my anger taking over the fear I felt only moments ago.
He grabs my hands and holds them to his chest. He scowls at me, the look making his green eyes stand out even more. “Like hell you—”
Footsteps behind us has Asher stopping before he can finish. His glower stays in place as he steps back and turns to face Rex and Dante walking up. My hands twist in my lap as I look at the men around Asher’s back.
“Well?” Asher asks.
“Nothing. He came in the back door and was gone by the time I got inside,” Rex answers grimly.
“Fuck!” Asher shouts, roughly swiping his hair in frustration. “Where in the hell is Brice?”
“Dead,” Rex says bluntly. “Found him out back with a blade in his neck.”
“Oh my God!” My hand flies to my mouth, but the sob still escapes. Asher turns back to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. I bury my face in his neck. Racking sobs has my body sagging against his.
Rex takes a step closer to Asher.
“The fu.cker managed to slice himself on the fence in his haste to leave. He left blood behind.” He stops and looks at me, before settling his eyes back on Asher. “Want my guys to run it or hand it over to the cops?”
Asher thinks for a minute, running his hand over the back of his head, before coming to a decision.
“Give it to the police. Have your guys at the station make it a priority.”
Rex nods, before announcing, “Cops are on the way. They better hope they find him before I do.”
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“Remember what I told you,” Asher says quietly.
I lift my head, about to ask him what he’s talking about, when flashing lights appear around the corner. The lights are blinding, making the headache that started a few minutes ago worse. Three cop cars pull to a stop in front of Liv’s house. Rex turns and walks over to the first one that steps out of his car. A couple more walk up as he speaks with him for several seconds, then turns to point our way. My hands fist Asher’s shirt when one breaks away from the group and walks over to us.
Asher senses my distress and tightens his arms around my shoulders.
For the next thirty minutes, I talk with the cops and tell them what happened. I
have to go over my story two more times. My stress increases each time I have to recount the events, and Asher’s irritation grows with each time I’m asked to repeat myself. The fourth time, he snaps, “She’s already fu.cking told you what happened. Why don’t you stop interrogating her and go out and do your job and find the guy?”
“I’m sorry, sir. We’re just trying to make sure we have all the details,” the cop says, not looking sorry at all.
“No, you’re not. You’re trying to see if her story changes. A guy killed someone, sent her pictures that terrified her, then broke into her house and you’re treating her like she’s the criminal. You don’t care about your job that much, do you?”
“Excuse me?” the cop asks, raising his brow.
“You heard me. You don’t start doing your job right, you won’t have one.” Asher turns his back to the cop and faces me when he feels me shiver. He wraps the blanket one of the paramedic’s brought me tighter around my shoulders.
“Poppy!” a voice screeches, and I look up to see Liv rushing toward us. Her eyes are wide with worry and her hair is a mess, like she’s been tugging on it. Tony is behind her walking at a fast gait.
I worm my way down from the truck, just as she makes it to us. She pulls me into her arms and starts sobbing.
“I knew I shouldn’t have left you!” she cries against my shoulder. I cling to her just as much as she is to me.
Tony walks up behind his fiancé. “Asher?” he asks gruffly.
I pull back from Liv. She keeps hold of my hand as Tony puts his arm around her waist. Asher steps forward and lays his hand on my lower back, and reaches out to Tony with the other. “Yes and you’re Tony.” It’s not a question. Of course Asher would know who Tony is.
Tony looks at it for several seconds before he takes it.
“What in the hell happened?” Tony asks, his body stiff.
Asher’s jaw tenses as he slips his arm further around my back. His body shakes as he tells Tony of tonight’s events. I’m grateful he spoke up. I’m not sure how many more times I can speak about what happened. My body shakes at how close I was to being hurt. Tears gather in my eyes as I remember Brice. He wasn’t so lucky. He died protecting me. A man’s life was taken because of some sick person’s need to hurt me. It should be me that’s dead right now, not the courageous man that put his life on the line for my safety. I only met Brice once, the first day he started watching over me,but the impression I got was he was a good man. I never even asked if he had a family. Lord, please don’t let him have a family. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get over him losing his life and leaving a family behind because he was protecting me.
“There was no sign of him?” Tony asks, bringing me back to the moment.
Asher’s body goes rock solid and he growls out, “No. He was already gone by the time Rex made it into the house.”
“Oh, Poppy,” Liv says tearfully. “To think how close you were to something happening to you. I would never forgive myself if you were hurt. We left—”
“Stop!” I say firmly, squeezing her hand. “Don’t you dare take blame for this. Not one of us here knew something like this would happen. We all thought it impossible for him to get into the house. We had three guys watching it, for goodness’ sake.”
She nods, but I still see the doubt in her eyes.
“No offense to either of you, but Poppy will be coming home with me.” I stiffen, but either Asher doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care, because he continues like he didn’t feel it. “I know neither of you would let anything happen to her, but I’d feel safer if she were with me.”
When I pull away, Asher snags my waist to pull me back, and I glare up at him.
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“Not tonight,” he says quietly. “Tonight you need to rest. We’ll talk about it later.”
I keep my glare on him, but give him a curt nod. We’ll definitely be talking about it later. He’s dictated my life for long enough without my knowledge. He certainly isn’t going to start doing it again with my knowledge.
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TBC
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