Not for the first time I wondered if he had a thing for me, staring at me like that as if he couldn't get enough of me, but I knew it was all in my mind. There was no way someone like him would actually like me. It was impossible.He got up from the couch and stalked towards…Okay, he didn't stalk towards me. It was just my deranged mind believing otherwise, despite knowing it was no use.“You look good,” he breathed, his gaze not leaving my neck as he advanced closer, practically in a slow-mo. My cheeks heated, and I averted my gaze to hide the flush on them. I liked how he sounded, almost like he was enthralled by me. “What do you like more, the choker on me or…?” I bit back those words before my desperation could make me say them out loud. I wasn't that desperate. Or am I?“I was right. It fits you perfectly,” he continued, having not heard my question. I should have been glad about that, grateful he didn't catch those remarks, but I wasn't.“Can you turn so I can see how it looks
Guel's look of awe didn't ease even when we stepped into my apartment. That it was the penthouse made him almost lose his cool. He couldn't stop admiring the place, his eyes sparkling like a kid who had been nowhere in the city but the company.“Have a seat,” I gestured to the couch, walking over to my minibar to get a drink, before I paused. “What would you like to have? I have practically any drink you want.”“Do you have a beer?”I almost did a double-take at his request. I was expecting him to request water, juice, or something. Isn't that what an innocent twenty-year-old would ask for?“Mr Asher?”Blinking, I forced a smile to hide the nerves, “Yeah, I do. I will get it for you. Just relax.” I changed my course since he didn't order for wine, and went to my fridge to get the beer for him. Returning to the parlour, I placed the can of beer on the table, my hands shaking at his stare. I stood back, the nervous smile still on my face. “Enjoy.”He flashed a smile and picked up the
ASHERDamn it, Ash, you need to stop thinking Guel has a thing for you. Just because he asked to see the damned choker on you doesn't mean he likes you. He has a lady he's madly in love with, one he wants to please. He's straight, not gay! I tried to tell myself, but it seemed like my body only knew how to react to his name, and my damned heart seemed to have fallen deeply in love with him. 'No, this isn't right.'I had lived longer than him and hadn't fallen for anyone. I loved being free, but…. Okay, I'd always dreamt of being loved, of having the perfect daddy, a Dom who would take the reins. Guel just isn't the man. He's too soft, younger than me, and knows shit about intimacy. I wouldn't be surprised if he's still a virgin. He's just as clueless as fuck, wouldn't even know what to do with his dick if a woman is naked…Right? So why do I always feel bad when he speaks to women? I shouldn't, right? Someone as clueless as Guel wouldn't be the perfect daddy for me. Even though he
GUEL Was I moving too fast? I saw the opportunity and took it. I didn't plan on requesting to see the collar on him. Hell, I thought he would reject it, throw it on my face while spewing insults at me for thinking he was a dumpsite for everything my so-called lover rejected. I had prepared for the worst, but just a look at him, and I couldn't help it. The way he stared at the choker with that poker face of his made me want to stretch this. I knew I shouldn't, but...Well, I had done it, gotten him to agree to take me to his house so I could see the choker on him. Gulping, I leaned on the wall and closed my eyes. The hallway had never smelled so good. It was the same flowery scent of the passive scent diffuser, but it smelled wonderful together. "Mr Lee?"I snapped my eyes open, the small smile on my lips turning into a frown as I stared at Rose's smiling face. Fuck. Why does she have the worst timing ever?I pushed away from the wall and folded my arms. "Yes?" "Where have you b
I froze, my heart stilling for a second before it started beating fast. I lost all coherent thoughts, my grip tightening hard on the leather. Did I say those words out loud? "I... It's just... I don't think I will get a refund from the store, and I bought it with the money I earned in my last part-time job." He peered down, his cheeks colouring. "You don't have to accept it."Why won't I when he looked like he might cry if I don't? I turned the leather in my hand, loving the feel. Though I wasn't happy he got it for someone else, I couldn't refuse it. I'd always wanted to get something like this from my dom, a sort of ownership claim. It was a dream I'd had for as long as I could remember. Now that I had gotten one, I couldn't bear to give it back. I wouldn't, even if he asked. "I will take it." I gripped it tight, afraid he might change his mind and ask it back. It was mine now. "Really?" His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Yeah." I opened my top drawer and placed
ASHERI shouldn't have given in to him, should have put my legs down and refused, but I couldn't resist those cute eyes that had no business in a body like his. He made it impossible for me to back down, to refuse him, and now, staring at the bouquet of roses on my table, I wondered if it was too late to take my words back. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a sigh for the sixth time that day. Sitting back in my chair, I rang his office. As if he knew I was looking for him, Guel picked up. "Hello?""Come to my office," I said, disconnecting before he could say anything. My gaze returned to the flowers as I recalled how much my stomach had flipped when I saw it, only for my mood to dampen when I realised he liked someone else. I wasn't the lady he had pinned over for eight years, the one he looked so in love with. Eyes don't lie. I had seen the admiration in his eyes as he spoke about her, like she put the stars up in the sky. He looked so in love, I couldn't hide my jeal