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2026-03-23 14:21:55
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According to his secretary SNOWMAN
My throat is dry, a million questions run through my mind, yet there’s a fear that this isn’t real, that Asher isn’t really in my bed right now. A product of my overly active mind, nothing else. With my eyes on his shadowy figure, I slide back into bed, unable to look away.“I’m imagining this aren’t I? There’s no way you’d really be here.” I whisper in the dark, afraid that he’d suddenly vanish before my eyes. What happens next convinces me that this is truly my mind throwing up unreal images, the familiarity of my mind making up things that would truly never happen… The heat rolling off his body presses against me, close enough that I feel the warmth of his skin. A hand settles on my waist. Firm. Grounding.Sending my mind into a spiral.I can’t control my breathing. The hand wraps around my waist, pulling me into him. Claiming.Like this was a routine, normal.It’s not.My heart is jack hammering against my chest, heavy, too fast, giving me vertigo. Then again, nothing about
According to his secretary SILHOUETTE IN THE DARK
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 and plopping into it. He gives an eye roll. “You’re not my fan.” he says with finality.I give a single brow raise in response.Then I remember, he didn’t have a large crowd, and he’s on his good days, there’s a slight chance my face doesn’t ring any bells. “You’re right. I’m not.”He eyes me suspiciously, I may not be his fan, but there’s no one else claiming to be on their way, and so I have his attention. “I don’t look like a fan?”He peers at me through squinted eyes, like my true motive would be glued to my forehead or something. “A real fan would have called me Prof. Disappearo,” he gives me a once over again, with a sigh, he sinks further into his bed. I snort, it’s even a more fi
According to his secretary NUTS MAGIC
“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 underneath my finger tips. He has a frown on his face.“I have zero qualms if you do want to touch them.”He exhales through his mouth, and my smile only grows. Getting him worked up is such a perfect investment, all I can see is his brows tugged together like this above me, a thin sheet of sweat lining his brows– “You opened the envelope.”My smile falters for a second. Why is he so darn perceptive?? And what gave me away? I thought I was handling it fine. “Because I want to go to the nuthouse?”With a short laugh and a quick shake of my head, I refute his very correct statement. “I guess knowing Crawford takes a toll on one’s mental health,” I say, then with another shake of my head, I mar
According to his secretary A FATHER'S GIFT
It’s been two hours since Warden Hall threatened to keep me prisoner. He’s made good on his threat.I haven’t moved an inch without him noticing. “I just need to make a deal with him. He goes to jail, we make it quiet.”The thought of someone rotting in a cell, screaming he’s innocent and no one believing him makes the walls of my stomach twist violently. “I read the files, it’s airtight, no one is going to question it.”“They will,” I push. “Because something’s missing. There’s no reason the victim and him should even know each other. If he’s on board, we can make something–” Asher nods in acknowledgement, bringing his eyes to mine.“If he isn’t on board? What then?”I scoff, “He won’t be refusing the amount of money Burns would pay to him.” “We don’t know that for sure, you don’t work with ‘maybe’ or ‘what if’, you work with evidence, and that’s what we have.” He’s right.This isn’t the first case we’ve made go away, guilt is almost always a constant companion, the feeling in
According to his secretary LOCK ME UP
“Ah, that’s why I’m not getting any more of you, because you think of us as some form of siblings.” Asher looks thoroughly disturbed as he goes, “That’s not it, I’ve never thought of him as my fath–” he pauses when he sees me laughing and gives me the stink eye. “You’re hilarious.”“So I’ve heard.” I say with a dismissive wave of hand.Asher has a small smile lining his mouth as he shakes his head, and I can’t help but get lost in that hint of a something, it never grows, and I’m content watching it. I have no idea what comforts him, he never fails to know what I need, and I sense that’s how he always lived, giving, never receiving. “If we had a vacation, where would you go?”Asher looks like he’s about to laugh in my face at the notion of a vacation, that earns an aggressive eye roll from me. “Use your imagination. Plus, we’re almost through with the Burns case, who knows, Crawfish could give us a vacation, Lord knows we’ve earned it.” I shrug,He draws in a breath, preparing h
According to his secretary THE PLANT
“First, let’s eat. I’m starving.” I breathe out, looking away from his eyes. A glance at his plate, and the greens sitting in it tells me I’ve played the wrong card. “I want some sausages.” I say, rubbing my hands together.“I wanted to eat some earlier, but Warden Hall wouldn’t let me.”Even without turning around, I can predict Asher’s reaction. He’ll hide it well from Crawford, I wish he were in front of me. What a waste of reaction. Without a word from Crawford, Thomas leaves the room, returning with another plate of grass food. I make a face. “What a weird looking sausage,”Crawford gives a small smile, adjusting his alumni ring on his left hand. That thing is heavy, there’s a reason I don’t parade mine around, or even look at it. Because I know how it feels when it strikes you. “Eat your food, Carson.”“I’ll pass.”He gives a quick nod as if seeing reasons why I wouldn’t want to eat his grass food. “Suit yourself.” He pauses, going back to his food.I almost retch just loo
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