LOGINCARSON BITTERS POV The soup for some reason doesn’t come back up. Maybe because Asher is right here, or my body got tired of fighting food. Either way, I’m grateful. I can’t stop staring at Asher, making up for lost time, all the time I spent running away. I can’t even remember the reason I did all of that. I’m sure I convinced myself there was a reason, but I can’t seem to recall any single one now.He dabs the corner of my mouth, and when he catches me staring, he smiles back.“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”“You’re beautiful.” I say.His grey eyes widen with surprise, and they slowly crawl back down, beaming at me, he cocks his head to the side.“You’re gorgeous.”I roll my eyes because I know I look like a mess. My red rimmed eyes, and Robin’s pyjamas I haven’t changed out of, and I don’t remember the last time I washed my face or hair.“Carson Bitters, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”The heat on my cheeks is not from the soup or from th
ASHER HALL Seeing Carson so broken, watching his friends pick him up, knowing the kind of man he is, the kind that hated being a burden, knowing that he’d hate being like that. It broke me. Watching him look so utterly defeated and being unable to take him in my arms, to protect him from the monster in his life.I’d felt sick.But I also knew I didn’t want his efforts to go to waste.So I’d fisted my hands, blinked away the tears, forced myself to look unaffected, like my heart wasn’t thrashing about in my chest.I pretended he didn’t matter.Crawford had swung into action immediately Carson’s friends took him away. Because contrary to what he says, he’s afraid of his son. He knows Carson will be his undoing, it was only a matter of when. He amped up his security, made sure his extracurricular affairs didn’t make it back to the news.I watched him in contained rage, the way he barked orders, paced, face white. He was different from all
Everything passes slowly and in a blur at the same time.My mother had exchanged herself for Fiona, who threw herself at me immediately she saw me. Crawford’s men had pulled her off me, and I couldn’t have felt any less disgusted with myself if I tried. He was dragging her off to heaven knows where, where anything could happen to her. But she was screaming for me the whole time. I’ll hear her threats to my father for the rest of my life. And the way he was taken aback by her screams of murder.I wish I could say I helped her. I put her there, I’m the reason her child will grow up in a cage.The thought of that made me feel less than human. Even more than I felt before. “Your own mother didn’t want you. I told you, but you wouldn’t listen. This is what happens when you don’t follow your destiny.” he had said. He was a monster, through and through. However, there’s a vast difference between guessing that he’d be able to do something and watching him do it.The only shred of humanity
The memories come flooding back. All the times I saw him hang by her statue, all the times I caught him lingering with an expression full of longing… all the times I ran here, I walked by, I was walking past my mother. If I had looked closer, I would have known, I could have saved her… if I lived here instead of demanding my own place. Maybe she wouldn’t have spent the last few years underground.I thought he couldn’t possibly fuck with me any more than he already did.But he’s Crawford, I should have expected something of this magnitude from him.Separating mother and child but keeping them together at the same time. Only Crawford could manage that.A terrible cry falls from my mother’s lips, snapping my attention to her. She’s awfully pale, almost translucent from the lack of sunlight. My heart constricts at the sight of her. There’s not much I remember about the woman that birthed me, not her smell, nor her smile, nothing about her screamed familiar, but I knew deep down in my bone
I’m full of self loathing and guilt as the address comes in. It’s the main house, where I grew up. Where all my demons are. I can’t help but notice the irony, it’ll end where it started, at least for me.Fiona suggests we tie her up, or cuff her to make it believable, but she takes one look at my expression and quickly changes her mind, I wonder what she sees, guilt, shame? The fact that I can’t call myself human after this is over?Tim drives us there, the whole time my neck is stiff, and spine is arrow straight.My friends already made celebratory plans for when all of it is over, but I know what they’ll find after. I’ve been working on it. They’ll hate me, but they’ll understand that there’s nothing for me here anymore.They’d understand.As the car inched closer to the main house, images of being jerked around by Crawford floods my mind. The time I ended up running down this driveway in nothing but boxers and a busted lip.No one was down here, no one came to save me.At the end, I
My lungs refuse to work as Fiona speaks with Crawford. It feels sticky inside, blood frozen in my veins. She must sense my guilt, so as she speaks in a shaky voice, she doesn’t look up at me. Still, it doesn’t ease the boulder that lodges itself in my chest. Crawford asks to speak with me and she finally turns to me, eyes full of regret, she shoots me a small, watery smile before handing me the phone. My hands are stiff. Tim walks to me, standing right next to me so I know he’s here, brows drawn, glare as hot as the sun directed at the phone. I find it’s easier to breathe with the realization that I’m not alone. Crawford doesn’t say anything, but his too steady breathing over the phone lets me know exactly what is going on, he’s angry in ways that he’s just inventing himself. Plus, the silence is to rattle me. I square my shoulders.This is war. We’ve been going at it since I was born, he’s always had the upper hand, this time though, I managed to one up him, and with that hand and
“Oh. Right. I hadn’t told anyone yet. I’m staying over at Asher’s place for the night.” I explain with a proud chuckle when Robin gives me a perplexed look about taking us to the address on the navigation system instead of taking me home.Robin’s expression clouds over, his eyes meeting Asher’s in
“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 t
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 doe
“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







