chapter fourteen

Pov Eleanor.

My lips moistened automatically, and a sensation of breathlessness hit me upon seeing him again after so long.

"Eleanor..." He pronounced my name with unsettling seriousness, his eyes scanning my body from top to bottom. "Eleanor Parker, what are you doing here?" he asked, confused, fixing his gaze on the neckline of my dress. Asher ran his tongue over his lower lip, as if drawn to what he saw. He approached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and whispering in my ear, "You still smell as lovely as before..." My body shivered with his proximity, feeling his breath against my face.

"Jerk! How dare you?" I pushed him away angrily, causing him to step back, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

"What's the matter, darling? Missed me?" He smirked sarcastically, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Missed you? I'd rather be dead and buried six feet under than have to look at your face again!" I retorted, my voice laden with anger.

"What's the matter, love? Angry about the little jok