Todos los capítulos de The Boy Behind The Jersey : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Aria POV Why hadn't I questioned the fact that a hundred dollars an hour was almost unbelievably generous?And getting hired in less than twenty minutes? Me, of all people? I should have realized something was wrong because nothing in my life ever falls into place that quickly unless there's a catch waiting somewhere around the corner.Asher's expression remains perfectly serious and he doesn't look amused or give me any indication that he's playing some kind of joke.I hadn't questioned how readily he'd allowed me into his apartment because getting inside had been my biggest concern at the time then he'd offered me the position before I'd even recovered from my nervousness, and now, out of nowhere, he expected me to move in with him. Wasn't everything happening a little too quickly?"Are you actually asking me to live here?" I finally manage to ask, my disbelief impossible to conceal. "Yes."I glance around the apartment before looking back at him. "I..." The words get stuck somewhe

Aria POV The Next Day "I'll be waiting in the car."I lift my head from the suitcase I'm struggling to close and find Asher placing two cardboard boxes on top of each other, seemingly intending to carry them both. "You can leave one behind," I tell him, getting to my feet. "I'll take care of it."He gives me a brief glance. "I'm perfectly capable of carrying two boxes, tutor. Just make sure you've packed everything else."Before I can protest, he picks them both up and heads out of my bedroom and I watch him disappear around the corner, still amazed by how effortlessly he's managing something Harper and I nearly exhausted ourselves trying to accomplish earlier.Does everything come naturally to him, or does he simply enjoy reminding everyone else how much stronger he is?The moment the bedroom door begins closing behind him, Harper lets out an excited squeal and I shut my eyes. "Please, not again," I mumble.She's been hanging around my wardrobe ever since Asher arrived, supposedly

Aria’s POVThere must be a limit to how much nerve one person can have, and Vanessa expecting me to drop everything just to give her my full attention is definitely testing my patience.What does she want me to do? Pull up a chair, make myself comfortable, and patiently listen to whatever rubbish she has to say?I tighten my hold on my suitcase and continue toward the entrance. “Oh, so you're pretending to be a tough girl now?” she calls behind me.“How long do you think you can keep that up?”Shit, her question hits a little too close to home and It's practically the same thing I've been wondering ever since I stepped out of the elevator.Still, I refuse to stop walking. Giving myself a motivational speech about standing up for myself doesn't suddenly make me brave enough to start a fight.There's a difference between defending yourself and deliberately putting yourself in a position to get beaten up. Given my history with Vanessa, I'm perfectly aware of where that line lies.I take

Asher’s POV“I know this might not be the best moment to mention this, but...” Aria places her suitcase on the bed before turning to face me. “I assume you already know that Kieran and I used to be together.”We haven't even spent five fucking minutes in my apartment, and she's already bringing up my brother. She could've at least unpacked something before making this conversation uncomfortable. I rest my shoulder against the wall, wondering what kind of response she's expecting from me. Am I supposed to apologize on his behalf? Tell her he's an asshole? Congratulate her on finally discovering what the rest of us already know?“Women appreciate a little sympathy,” Onyx remarks inside my head. “Not that you'd know much about giving it.”“I don't care about your relationship,” I tell her. That's probably the closest thing to sympathy she's going to get from me. “Oh.”Her shoulders relax slightly as she runs a hand along her arm. She's not particularly good at hiding her feelings.Yester

Asher’s POVRavenshade University is located in Chestnut Hill, close enough to Milan that people casually claim we attend school in the city, but far enough away that the statement isn't entirely accurate not that the distance makes much difference to me.Most of my time is spent moving between the university, the hockey rink, and my apartment. Those three places pretty much make up my entire world.Our training sessions take place at San Siro Stadium, and once the season begins, I'm there practically every day.By the time October rolls around, I probably spend more hours inside the rink than I do in my own bedroom.At least the apartment Jaxon, Ezra, and I share is less than ten minutes away when the roads aren't crowded.All three of us own cars, but that has never prevented those two from borrowing mine or involving themselves in matters that have absolutely nothing to do with them. “I still can't wrap my head around the fact that she doesn't remember you.”Jaxon's voice cuts thro