May’s POV The humid air of the Lanzarote Airport clung to my skin as we strode through the arrival gate, and I just couldn’t wait until we were in the car already. At least, I was sure the car would have an air conditioning feature, so it would cool me down a little. I should have tried to tie up my hair in a bun before stepping off the plane but I didn’t think it was going to be this uncomfortable. My hair was sticking to my neck and making it feel itchy against my skin. If only I had thought of so many things, like the clothes I was wearing right now. I was wearing thick clothes, a form-fitting black pants that were free from the knee, with a black Cropped Grain de Poudre Wool Vest, so I was uncomfortable. I should have checked what the weather was like before getting dressed this morning. It was late afternoon, and we had been sitting on that plane for approximately seven hours if I hadn’t miscalculated. The sun was just about ducking in the sky, so you should know how uncomfo

May’s POVAs we stepped through the big front door of Gary's villa, I couldn't help but gasp in amazement. Holy shit, this place as swell.The grand entrance hall was even more stunning than I had imagined it would ever be. The high ceiling was decorated with a beautifully designed chandelier that cast a warm, golden glow over the marble floors.The walls were lined with beautiful artwork, and plush furniture filled the space, creating an air of luxury and opulence that took my breath away.This looked like I might have entered a queen's quarters in some century when that was in vogue. I said a queen quarters because one could clearly see all the touch of a woman around.As if Gary could hear my thoughts, he said. “This house belonged to my mother. Her husband willed it to her after he died, and then she passed it to me after that.”Her husband! I supposed her husband wasn’t his father, and as I started to wonder what the story there was, I told myself it wasn’t any of my business. In

May’s POVStepping out of the steam-filled bathroom, I rubbed the fog off the mirror, still feeling the warmth of the hot shower on my skin.Damn, I felt so refreshed. The bathtub was just so nice and I could stay in there forever but unfortunately, we have somewhere to be soon. My reflection stared back at me, fresh-faced and refreshed. I smiled, looking at my blonde hair clinging to my head like a drenched rat. I had washed it again, so I needed to dry it. Quickly, I plugged it in and dried my hair as fast as I could before dropping it and walking to the door.I had left it half opened, I realized, and anyone could have walked in or peeped in if they wanted to.As I opened the door fully, my eyes fell on a sight that made my heart do a little flip, and I realized someone had walked in here.It was a beautiful red dress, and it was laid out neatly on the bed, its fabric rich and inviting. Beside it, a small box held what I assumed were shoes, and a tiny note rested on top of it all

Asher’s POV There was a pause, then a shuffling sound on the other end. “Mr. Campbell, I…” he started but I cut him off, knowing he was just going to give an excuse now. One of the things I hated most was someone slacking off and then giving excuses to be rid of that. I just couldn't stand it at all. "No, Alex. No excuses. How could you miss something like this?" My voice was a low growl, a thin veil over my rising panic, and anger, because boy, I was really angry. I was paying him, wasn't I? Good a ridiculous amount of money at that and he didn't think he needed to deliver? "I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea she left the country. There must have been some kind of miscommunication. I'll look into it immediately," Alex's voice was apologetic, but it did nothing to cool the heat in my veins. I could almost feel my blood boiling over, but I tried not to show it too much. I was in a public place after all, and I didn’t want to be caught unaware by some lurking paparazzi. “Just fix this.”

Asher’s POV May had walked in here looking like that part of the cake I love best when I was having it for dessert, the icing part of it. She was wearing a golden yellow beaded dress that was off her shoulders, with a ruched ruffle design. She had no makeup on, at least, none that I could see, and even at that, she looked so beautiful. The dress was hugging her body so perfectly, showing off those curves I was too angry and frustrated at her to see back then, and it ended an inch or two below her knee. Damn, she looked like my favorite food right now, but I hoped I wasn't looking at her like I wanted to devour her. I licked my lips even as she sat down in front of me looking so calm, like she doesn’t give a damn about how she was making me feel. She had this nice perfume on and I wanted to walk to her and sniff her, as I latched my nose onto her slim and elegant neck. I would even love to bury my face there while my hands roamed that perfect figure I didn't even let myself see bef