Chapter 12: Asher

Asher had slept like a damned baby. So much so that when Xavier came barreling into his room at nine-f*ucking-thirty in the morning, he barely flinched when the covers were yanked off him.

"Come on man!" Xavier groaned as he unknowingly flashed himself. "Who sleeps naked anymore?" Asher groaned as Xavier threw open his curtains, the sunlight filling the room with overwhelming light.

"A grown a*ss man, that's who," Asher muttered, flipping Xavier a finger. All he heard was a chuckle from his best friend.

"Yeah, well, that grown a*ss man missed two meetings this morning already. Aaron is pissed, she didn't want to deal with pissy coworkers of yours calling about where her boss was when he was supposed to be in a room with them talking about new trading agreements." Asher groaned and pushed himself out of bed, walking toward his closet.

"She should've just told them I was sick or something. Believe it or not, I'm not at the beck and call of every one of my fathers