LOGINFrom 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
Tears prickle the back of my eyes when I wake up pressed firmly against Asher’s chest. This used to be a dream, an impossibility, but it’s here, it’s real. I mean, we stayed up most of the night, curled into each other, talking about nothing, no single word about work, my father, or even his ex wife. We just talked, or I talked and Asher listened intently, eyes on me the whole time, like he was genuinely interested in my theories on the disappearance of all the pen covers back in our shared office. Every pen in our office currently has no cover, no idea where they all disappeared to. My current working theory– a honorable mention, my victims pray for the inks to all our pens dry up. I mean, we all know the best curses to lay on someone are the ones that causes minor inconvenience to the bearer of the curse. He gave me a cross between a laugh and something else on his expression as he shook his head.I carried on, rambling about Skittles, and the horrendous taste of the red flavor,
I had a dream. Asher had fucked my face till I couldn’t breathe. In the dream, I begged for more. I know it was a dream because his voice– ‘behave’ still hangs over me. And I still have no idea what means. I’m awake when he walks through the front door this morning. My feet tangle as I rush out
Professor Obscuro gives me a once over, smile dropping as he goes back to his bed like my very presence is annoying.Now, my self esteem would have taken a hit if I wasn’t already already lugging a massive ego around. “You’re not my type as well.” I sigh, turning the only visitor’s chair around an
“To the nuthouse!” Asher’s eyes roam my face, then my body, bringing his eyes back to my face, brows curled in concern, but for my mental health. “I didn’t ask that you touch my nuts,” Then I wiggle my brows.“Although…” I start, running a finger up the length of his arm, feeling the muscles unde
“I want sausage for breakfast.” I announce. Asher, who had gone to sleep in the guest room last night after my question– looking so distracting-ly good by the way, this would be the first time in five months I’ve ever seen him look ‘just rolled out of bed’ and by god, he makes it so fucking sexy.







