LOGINAsher's pov.The club was a blur of neon lights, heavy bass vibrating through the floor, and a packed crowd swaying on the dance floor. The air was hot, filled with the sharp smell of alcohol and the thumping music.Brady and I sat at a small, sticky high-top table near the edge of the floor, taking slow sips from our glasses of beer. Out on the floor, Trevor was completely wrapped up in Emma, his arms around her waist as they danced beneath the flashing lights.I kept my phone on the table, opening the screen every few seconds to check my messages. Half an hour ago, I'd texted Leonard, inviting him to join us. I knew there was a 90% chance a guy like him would ignore a club invitation, but a small part of me still hoped he'd reply.Brady took a long drink from his glass, leaning closer so I could hear him over the music."Is Trevor drinking a little too much tonight? Shouldn't we stop him?"I glanced at Trevor, who was already reaching for another drink. "Just let him be. It's not li
Asher's pov.I sat on the edge of my bed, my thumb tapping away at my phone as the group chat buzzed between Trevor, Brady, and me.Trevor: I am out-of-my-mind bored today. We are hanging out tonight. It’s the weekend, so no one try giving me some lame excuse about being busy.Brady: I'm down.I typed back with a smirk: What if I say no?Trevor: Then I’m pulling up to your driveway and physically dragging your ass out of the house.I sent a sticker of a cartoon cat dramatically rolling its eyes.Brady: By the way, Ash... what’s actually going on with you and Mr. Billionaire?Trevor: Right. Are you guys official now or what?My face warmed instantly, and I pressed my fingers against my forehead. I typed: If we were dating, I would have told you guys already.Brady: Does he even feel the same way about you?I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard: I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell what’s going on inside his head.Trevor: Look, Ash, just be careful. The guy has a whole
Leonard's pov."What is going on?" I asked, my voice cutting through the silence. "Why are you firing Marcus?"Liam didn't move from his seat. He took a sip from the glass on the side table before looking up at me."Marcus neglected his duty. He left you completely on your own today. He even had to return to this house and report that he couldn't find you. What kind of personal bodyguard does that?""That's not what happened." I stepped closer to the couch. "Marcus had a reason for being separated from me."Liam tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And what was that reason?"I hesitated. I couldn't tell him the truth. If Liam found out I'd sent Marcus away just to spend time with Asher, it would only lead to more problems."I wanted to be alone for a few minutes," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Nothing happened to me, Liam. I'm standing right here, aren't I?""Marcus's job is to protect you, Leo," Liam replied. "Not to assume you'll be fine on your own simply because you
Leonard's pov.Asher unlocked the front door and pushed it open. I stepped inside behind him as he switched on the light, filling the entrance with a warm yellow glow.My eyes wandered around the living room. It was nothing like the cold, marble halls of my family's estate. A beige sofa sat around a wooden coffee table, with a television against the far wall. Family photographs in simple wooden frames lined the mantelpiece.It was a small, comfortable home."Make yourself at home," Asher said, kicking off his sneakers by the door. "Luckily, nobody's home right now." He gestured toward the hallway. "Come on upstairs."I followed him up the carpeted staircase and into his bedroom.The room was neat, with a double bed pushed against one wall and a wooden desk near the window. A desk lamp sat beside a stack of books, and a small bookshelf stood next to his closet. Most of the books seemed to be engineering textbooks, mixed with a few paperbacks.Asher opened his closet and rummaged throug
Asher's pov.Before I ran into Leonard at the hospital, I was in my bedroom getting ready for morning lectures. I'd already put on my jeans and a clean shirt and packed my laptop and notebook into my backpack. My first class wasn't for another hour, and I planned to stop by Trevor's place so we could head to campus together.My door suddenly swung open without a knock.I looked up to find Ava leaning against the doorframe, grinning at me. I gave her a quick glance before returning to my bag."Hey, you need to come to the hospital with me."I paused and looked at her. "Why?""I have to get a genotype test done." She walked over to my desk and leaned against it. "Collins and I are starting to talk about marriage, so we need to make sure our genotypes are compatible."I scoffed and tossed my bag onto the bed. "What does that have to do with me? Why should I come? Wait for Collins to pick you up, and go together.""Collins is getting his test done at his own clinic." Ava rolled her eyes.
Leonard's pov.I stood on the balcony outside my bedroom, resting my hands on the stone railing as I looked down at the garden.I had been thinking about Asher again.Ever since our conversation near the university library, I'd found it difficult to get him out of my head. I could still remember the way he'd looked at me when he spoke about love, so certain of what he believed. He'd made it sound so simple, as though loving someone meant staying even when things got difficult.Footsteps approached from behind.I didn't turn around. "What is it, Marcus?""Are you still upset with me, Young Master?""Of course I am." I turned to face him, leaning back against the railing. "You knew how important that was to me, and you still kept it from me."Marcus lowered his head. "I'm sorry. But you know how your brother is. When he called me into his office and asked where you'd been spending your afternoons, I couldn't lie to him. You know what would have happened if I had."I looked at him for a
Asher's pov.I stepped out of the cab right in front of my house, paying the driver before rushing through the front door. Leonard's heavy suit jacket was clutched tightly in my hands, still smelling faintly of his cologne. I let out a quiet breath of relief when I saw the living room was empty.
Asher's POVThe gallery was a cathedral of hushed whispers and polished concrete. Cool, sterile air brushed against my skin, carrying the faint, sharp scent of floor wax and expensive perfume. People moved in slow, deliberate patterns, their gazes glued to the canvases as if searching for a secret
Asher's POVI should’ve walked back home. It wasn’t far. But my legs wouldn’t cooperate, they were heavy, weakened by the adrenaline crash. I ended up in a cab instead, frozen in the backseat as the city passed in blurred streaks of light. Even now, the weight of the stranger’s wrist felt like a br
CONTENT WARNINGThis story contains themes of mental health struggles, suicidal ideation, emotional abuse, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.Asher's pov.I slammed my door shut and twisted the lock, the metallic click echoing in the silence of my room. My hands were shaking so hard I could







