All Chapters of Craving My Brother's Rival: Sins of Asher: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

ELYSSIA I stood at the door, taking a deep breath before letting it out carelessly. In my left hand, a cake stayed there, the words, ‘happy anniversary, cupcake’ written boldly on it. My fist hung midair deciding if knocking was the best option. After all, I wanted this to be a surprise for Justin. The boyfriend whom I was very much obsessed with. I checked my dress for the last time before looking back at the wooden door. A coral blue gown that stopped right above my thighs. The sleeveless dress outlined my smallish features, while two strings held it from the back, exposing the entire area. I tapped on the door, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling up inside me. I knocked again, rocking back and forth waiting for him to respond. Nothing. “Maybe he's out of earshot,” I mumbled, resting my hand on the knob. Twist. Turn. The door sprang open. I peered into the house, curiosity taking the better part of me. That was new. I took a step into the dimly lit room, glancing

ELYSSIA The bar bustled, people clinking their glasses and bantering. Their voices drowned out the jazz music playing in the background, while I stayed in my station pouring drinks, glass after glass. Friday nights at Fitzy bar were always so vibrant, especially after a game. I watched over the counter as a group of football players waltzed into the bar, shouting at the top of their lungs. This was my life every Friday night. At least for the past few weeks. I picked up a bottle and shook it, before pulling the cork free. Swiftly, I poured it into the glasses, as foam gushed out of it. “This is my specialty,” I said, wearing a broad smile. One of the members winked, sliding the bill across the table. Yes, my shift was the absolute best. I was always left with larger tips, even if that meant I had to suck up to them, or smile so sweetly, they thought I was flirting. The guy stayed back while the others took their seat at the corner. His dirty blonde hair dazzled in the mu

ASHERI had always known Liam Dominik had a sister. Beautiful brown eyes that caught the sunlight, chestnut hair that fell over her shoulders. I'd seen her countless times with him, and Christ knew, I hadn't cared one bit. She'd walk across the street, her head held high in pride, while the confidence exuding around her held such grace. Still, I didn't bother to glance at her — not even for once. Not until that night at the party. The night she'd so boldly laid claim to my body. “Fuck,” I hissed, turning on the shower. Water rushed over my hair, sliding down my body to my toes. The warmth eased some of the tension in my muscles.She wasn't my type. Too serious. Too uptight. And what again? She was Liam's sister. That alone was reason enough to stay away from her. A chuckle escaped my lips at the thought of Liam's face when he found out about my not-so-romantic encounter with his sister. In our fragile relationship, there was a line I couldn't cross — a boundary I couldn't a

ASHER “If you keep flunking your classes, you'll have to sit back on hockey.” Those words were enough to send me into a spiral. It sounded more like a threat than a statement, especially coming from this man's mouth. And when I said this man, I meant my father. He was tall, with a frame that made him look huge even when he sat behind his office desk. His hair was slicked back with gel, and his eyes bored into me with the kind of disgust reserved for a creature he regretted bringing into the world. I met his gaze, already so pissed that he suddenly cared about my well-being. Since when did he start the perfect father persona? Unless one of his many connections at school called him, he had no business sticking his cock into my life. But I didn't say that — I couldn't. Instead, I muttered. “I'm not even interested in business, and you know it.”Why don't you let your perfect son handle the family business, and leave me the fuck alone?! I still didn't say that. Father sighed