MasukHey guys. It's been a bit since my last yap session. The temporary husband is completed, for real this time, you can check it out if you haven't, I'll be grateful. Reviews and gems mean a whole lot to an author, your support is everything, please show your love and support to me with your comments, gems and reviews. Also, I teased a new book in The temporary husband's last chapter. I'm excited to show you guys. No official release date yet, but it's coming. Till then, keep supporting Asher and his spoilt brat boss, thank you.
“I didn’t realize how see through your shirt was.” he murmurs, hands slowing, making me moan at the loss of his touch. “Lights make all the difference.” I explain impatiently, ready to go back to the way his hands slide against me, the feel of him behind me.Asher makes a sound at the back of his throat, and I nearly beg him to touch me again, but he takes my hand and walks to the bar, asking for another drink. “I’m thirsty.”When his drink comes out, he throws everything back.I watch him in slight amusement. “How thirsty exactly?” I signal for a drink of my own when Asher stops it, I groan a complaint.“Who’s going to drive?”“That’s okay, we’ll sober up before we leave anyway.” I say, snatching the drink quickly, his hands meet the empty shot glass.I grin at him, feeling the sticky liquid down in my throat. “The only way to get it out now is with your tongue.”Asher shakes his head at me, a small smile playing on his lips, only then do I realize his eyes are glazed over. “I
From where he sits at the bar, Asher’s eyes remain on me. Pulsing music and strobing lights seems to slow as we keep our eyes on each other.My throat tightens as I watch him, waves of feelings in the pit of my stomach. He’s supposed to be right here, dancing with me. I know he isn’t comfortable here, but we’re already out, the least he could do was be here. I’m not over reacting right?Turning away from him, I let myself sway to the music. If he isn’t going to be here, then I won’t ruin my night of fun because of him. We’re just sleeping together, and we’re supposed to be having fun right now. I mean, how often do I get to experience fun? Soon, Crawful will find a case for me, and every free time I ever had would go up in flames. And maybe I wanted to dance with him, maybe I’d be looking forward to it, maybe that’s the only thing I need right now, but who cares? The man doesn’t want it. Screw it.I will not turn into a grumpy old man like Asher.My body sways to the rhythm, enjoy
The clothes he chose lay on the bed, dark tailored pants and a sheer shirt. The tamest of them all, to the ordinary eyes. But because Asher has no idea what this would look like under the strobe lights, I smile to myself. “Good choice,”You’ll find out just how good of a choice it is later.He doesn’t do much to hide his disappointment that I’m in a bath robe, instead of tying a towel around my waist. It’s all part of my plan.I plan to drag this out for as explosive as I want my orgasm to feel.“The twins?”“They’ll be back. Aren’t you getting dressed?”I narrow my eyes, bringing my hands to my chest dramatically.“Not with you watching me like that, I’m not.”He ignores me, taking a step forward, I take one back. A crease sits between his brows, and I find this slightly amusing. He takes another step forward and I take one back, annoyance pass through his grey eyes before he takes another step forward, snatching my arm before I’m able to take another step backward. “Asher!” I hiss
“You’re his secretary, you already spend lots of alone time together.” Lynn leans against the kitchen doorway, arms folded, amusement written all over her face. “With all this alone time,” Glenn adds, his grin slow and knowing,“It must be disappointing you have nothing to show for it.”I turn to him, offended.“You have no idea how hard I’m working to give both of you a niece. Or several.”“Ew!”They say it at the same time.Lynn’s face twists as she clamps her hands over her ears. Glenn follows a second later, groaning like he’s in actual pain.I stare at them, wide eyed, a hand coming up to my chest.“Are you mocking my efforts here?” I ask, wounded. “ Are you disgusted that–”“We don’t want to know how many times our brother has sex! Seriously!” Lynn cuts in, squeezing her eyes shut.I pause.Tilt my head.Consider.“We haven’t had that much sex actually,” I say slowly.Maybe that is why it’s not working.”“Oh my god–Carson Bitters!!” Glenn drags a hand down his face. I grin. Go
The twins let out a sigh of some sort, and I couldn’t help but feel I disappointed them with my response. Blinking, not quite sure what to make of this situation. I’m saved when Asher announces that the food is ready, the twins let out celebration sounds, rushing to the kitchen immediately. His food is very good, so I understand their impatience. They sit facing him, and I sit next to him, I have a feeling they wanted it this way.“Oh heavens,” Glenn groans, eyes shut as he inhales deeply.Lynn fans the steam from the food towards herself dramatically, eyes shut as well. I watch them, amused. “You guys act like you don’t have food back home.” Asher sighs,Glenn’s eyes spring open and it’s actually wet with tears, I immediately worry about their living situation and want to ask why they’re living on their own. “You sent two kids to live alone in the woods with rusty cooking skills, aren’t you glad we survived this long?” Glenn says, wet eyes shining as he looks at his older brothe
“Relax old man.” A boy snorts, walking past the girl into the living room. I only have to look at them through squinted eyes to know exactly who they are.They have matching bleached hair with each other, but they share a similar nose and eyes, both of them obviously younger than I am.“I’m the only one permitted to call him that.” I say with narrowed eyes at Asher’s siblings.The boy’s eyes finally sees me, he eyes me suspiciously, looking from his older brother who has me caged in between his body and the counter. He doesn’t care that people can see this. I don’t know how to feel about that. “Goodie, another old man.”I blanch. Old?? I have never been accused of being old.“I’m not old.”The girl, Lynn, I’m guessing, regains her composure, walking into the house with a sly grin, eyes twinkling, her eyes are pinned on me. “I gave you the keys for an emergency only, and can you please stop kicking my door every time you come over?” From the exasperation in his voice, I know thi
Asher drops my hand, extricating himself from me.I whine from the lose of his body warmth. He couldn’t just do that and leave! Nobody does that.But he does.And just like that, the tension snaps, left hanging with nowhere to go. “It might be scary,” I start softly, “I know mine was. But yours e
Never in my wildest imagination did I think Asher would take me to my bed. Okay, that’s an obvious lie, I’ve had imagined it loads of times, wilder than just taking me by the hand, up the stairs. I pinch myself to make sure this isn’t some Carson directed movie, playing in my head, where I’m both
My phone dings in succession. I keep my eyes on Asher, throat tight. I’m afraid if I say anything I’d just end up screaming.“Not you.”What the hell does that mean?He takes advantage of the few seconds I’m left stunned, gently pushing me back and sliding out of the sofa. He’s avoiding me again.
My head hurts.I have no idea where I am.The only thing on my mind is the kiss.Warm, soft.. Asher.He kisses better than whatever I cooked up inside my head. Asher kissed me like he was trying to prove a point. My finger tips find my lips, a giddy smile stretching them.He kissed me again. Not j







