Semua Bab According to his secretary : Bab 11 - Bab 20

My head spins. I can’t see. I can’t breathe.What is happening…?My chest feels tight and hot.There’s a ringing somewhere.My fingers graze along the metal walls, tripping on themselves as I try to find the buttons. Shaking my head, trying to focus, squeezing my eyes…This can’t be happening.I can’t breathe–There’s no air inside this car.Where is the damn button?!Suddenly the blurry light goes off, bathing me in darkness.“Fuck,” I wheeze, still trying to find the button.The images threaten to cloud my mind, I can’t let that happen, not right now, not here, not ever. Something is pulling at my legs, dragging me down.No.It’s all in your head, Carson, you were alone–Where is the dang button?! “Maybe a night in there will teach you not to speak back at your father.” My father’s sneer trickles into my ear. Beads of sweat form on my forehead.I’m back at the house. In that smelly room. My fist banged against the door then, begging my father to let me out. I couldn’t… I can’t

I pick out a battle royale suit. Eva always said I looked intimidating with brown suit, and so I don one on, she also said my smile was an edge, “It’s so cute, it’s disarming, I’d trust you too if I didn’t know what a scheming evil genius you are.” From time to time I wonder if she did trust me now that she knows.“I have no idea what this stage director looks like,” I start, climbing down the stairs and fixing the cuffs of the suit, tie loosely slung around my shoulders for him. “Maxwell Feathers, thirty two, tall, blonde, blue eyes.” Asher informs me, hands already working on my tie.I hum in acknowledgement, he sounds like a perfect example of a prom king. Asher hands me the pad and he is exactly prom king material, well, one time, from the smug smile on his lips, I peg Maxwell as the kind of person who thinks the world ought to roll over for him. He also looks like he can hold his own against Jaxon, but he didn’t, because he wanted the fat check. Welp, it’s just his luck tha

My mouth latches unto the straw of my chocolate milk, sucking the contents, I focus on one of the numerous game posters Robin has on his walls. “Well, I’ll be damned. He actually admitted to kissing you.” Robin says with an incredulous laugh, eyes still on his game, thumb pushing at the controller aggressively. They had just finished listening to the audio recording of Asher confessing to kissing me. I’ve listened to it a few times, okay a few hundred times, obsessively. “I told you so.” I sing song, sighing, draining the last of the drink.“Color all of us surprised, Carson. We’ve all been victims of your imaginations with the guy.” Eva says staring at the phone like she thinks it’ll tell her that I held my secretary at gun point to make that statement. “And he’s refused to say anything else. Why did he do it? Is he in love with me–?”“Okay now you’re starting the stories again.” Eva says pointedly.Slapping my hands on my cheeks with a groan, fingers dragging the skin down, Eva

My head hurts.I have no idea where I am.The only thing on my mind is the kiss.Warm, soft.. Asher.He kisses better than whatever I cooked up inside my head. Asher kissed me like he was trying to prove a point. My finger tips find my lips, a giddy smile stretching them.He kissed me again. Not just a brush of lips, he pressed his hot mouth against mine, our noses lined up perfectly too. “Asher kissed me.” I say out loud, setting off a swarm of butterflies at the bottom of my stomach.I pinch my cheek, and it hurts.It wasn’t a dream, wishful thinking. “Carson?”I push myself up to a sitting position, eyes searching for the owner of the voice. I’m back in my bed. Asher must have brought me back here.When and why did I pass out?? My dream finally came through! “Good, you’re awake.”Eva says with a sigh, poking her head through the door, and my disappointment is palpable, I let myself sink back into the bed, only to get a head rush. “Here, this should help.” she says, handing me

“You heard the man, give the girl a jacket.” Asher’s voice says steely, coming up from behind me. Patricia visibly relaxes but she’s still trembling, her eyes look haunted, like she was taken abruptly and ended up here somehow. “There’s no extra jacket.” Someone says,I let my head hang behind me with a huff.“This is Asher’s jacket and I really don’t want to give it out.” I whine, then my hands drop from her shoulders, shrugging out of the jacket. “Leave it on.” Asher tells me, draping a blue jacket over her shoulders, but he’s still in his.The man he’d twisted his arm is freezing by the door, and I point at him, laughing loudly. “This is supposed to be the Bitters lawyer?”The speaker snorts condescendingly. Picking him out of the men is easy, all of them look eager now, like they have permission to whoop my ass. “The courtroom ghost, pleasure to meet you.” I meet his eyes,Harry Burns share the same shape of nose as his sister, but his has been broken so much that it’s hard t