Zara Howard"Xena, I am telling you nothing goes my way. I am starting to think someone has put some demonic spell on me. Whatever I want, the complete opposite of it happens. I had an elaborate plan of making Asher jealous but what happened instead? Without even trying, I ended up being the petty jealous one." I whine as I speak to Xena on call the next morning. "You were so confident that your stupid plan was going to work. You told me I would get to see Asher all frustrated and riled up. You told me I will see the green-eyed jealousy consuming his entire existence. You are a fraud. I want my money back." I angrily rant, without even waiting for Xena to respond. "What money?" Xena asked, confusion evident in her voice."Don't try to change the subject. I practically went against my natural instincts to ignore him. But he just seemed so unphased by everything. Even when I practically pushed him off me when that dumb bitch called his name." I practically growled just at the thought

Zara HowardAs we reached Asher's car, I stand there awkwardly, contemplating where to sit. Asher probably caught up on it and opened the passenger door for me. I muttered a small thank you as I settled in my seat. UGH. Sometimes I wish he wasn't such a gentleman. I know I'd be less miserable if he had a little bit of 'shitty jerkface' side to him.I look up as if I were talking to God and tell him or her, whoever it is, that they very generous while blessing Asher. Power, Beauty, Virtues. Now that I think of it, God might be a woman. Only a woman would create something like Asher. I mean come on, have you seen him? "Is everything alright? You have been staring at the car roof for a questionable amount of time." Asher asked as I snapped out of my thoughts."Yeah no, it's all good," I stuttered awkwardly and for some bizarre reason show him the peace sign.He just scoffs as he shakes his head. As he pulls out of the parking lot, I make a very wise decision. To shut the fuck up for

Zara HowardCaleb decided to take me to a Chinese restaurant. A Man of his word indeed. After the last few hectic days that I have had, Chinese food sounds like absolute heaven. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of food is Asher's favourite. That man probably chews on bullets for all I care. Maybe I will ask Mrs. Costanza about his favourites. There is no better way to know about Asher's tastes and preferences. As I get ready for the date, I couldn't help but feel a nervous ball in my stomach, not knowing what to feel about the date.This is what happens when your life has been rather man-less. I am not a virgin but let's just say there has been a drought downtown for quite some time. Ever since I joined the Lancaster Enterprises it has been a little too hard to focus on anything else except Asher.People around me seem to have at least some sort of action going on for them. Xena has been in a relationship with Jerold for what feels like ages. Not too thrilled about that one.And

Zara Howard"Xander, this is the last time I am going to ask you. What are your intentions with my sister?" I ask in my tough voice as I cross my arms over my chest. It is kind of hard to boss around and intimidate an armed bodyguard, who is almost a foot taller than you. "Miss Howard, is this why you dragged me in here? I was more than happy to wait outside." Xander rubs his forehead as he conveniently ignores my grave interrogation. "It is productive utilisation of our time. Mister Lancaster takes forever to come down whenever I come for the update. Plus, if you just gave me the answers when I was pestering you during the car ride here, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." I stated in a duh tone. "Don't you think it would be much easier if you just asked these apparently crucial questions directly to your sister?" He asked as he shifted in his place awkwardly. "No, I don't trust her. She treats me like I am some little kid and doesn't tell me everything thoroughly

Asher Lancaster"To what do I owe the displeasure?" I ask as Axel walks into my room without knocking."Oh, I am so sorry. Did I catch you in the middle of doing nothing?" Axel retorts with his classic dry sarcasm."That’s it. I am going to tell mom you are bullying me." I chuck the files I was going through on my desk and face Axel properly.“Sure, go ahead. I’ll happily tell her the number of people you slaughtered to death.” Axel raised his eyebrow as a challenge. “It was not on purpose. I swear that man fell on my knife”“What about Paul?”“I had a faulty gun.” I stated matter-of-factly.“And Jack?”“That was in self-defence. His attack was ruthless-”“And somehow you came out without a scratch and his face was beaten beyond recognition.” Axel says without letting me finish my sentence. “No scratches? My knuckles were bleeding!” I exasperate, almost offended.“Because you punched a man to death.” Axel deadpanned.“This is what is wrong with you. You a glass-half-empty kinda guy.