Asher rolls his eyes and then turns back to me. "One more." He leans back in and kisses me for a second, biting my lip and then pulling away. He leans his forehead against mine and breathes deeply.
"I don't think I can fucking contain myself tonigh...
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Woah.
This place is huge. Huge, and really nice. Everything in here practically screams rich.
What have I gotten myself into?
It's so open in here, so airy. Tons of windows all over the place. Right when you walk in, there's a big living room to your left, with a big black sectional couch, chairs to match it, a glass table in the middle, and a giant flat screen on the wall. Past that are rooms and hallways.
To the right is a huge kitchen with a big black marble island in the middle and white barstools. Everything in the kitchen looks new. Like it has never even been used before.
And through a big doorway is a beautifully elegant dining room with a long table in the middle and a fancy light fixture above it. In front of me is an incredible staircase.
A crystal chandelier hangs over us and there's a big black rug lying over the hardwood floors. I have never felt more out of place in my life. I feel like I can't even breathe in here.
"Pick your jaw off the floor, love, you look like you're having an orgasm and I haven't even touched you," Asher's hot breath hits my neck as he whispers into my ear.
"I hate you," I say back, still distracted by his house. He lets out a low chuckle from behind me.
Out of nowhere, a man talking into a phone walks out of one of the long hallways in this place. He's tall, with short brown hair, and he's wearing purple slacks and a white button-up shirt tucked into it.
"I don't care just do i-" he stops as he sees us. "Whatever, listen I'm going to have to call you back. Just get it done," he growls into the phone.
Asher takes a step forward and slightly in front of me as the man hangs up his phone.
"Where have you been? And who's this?" He looks me up and down and I instinctively step a little further behind Asher.
"This is her," Asher grits his teeth. Asher looks really tense, angry even.
"This is her?" The man says in a shocked tone as his finger points at me. Asher nods.
The man's eyes meet mine. They look to be a dark and menacing shade of blue. A shiver shoots down my spine.
"Let's talk in my office." He turns and starts walking. I look up at Asher but he doesn't look back, he just follows. So, I do too.
We pass a couple of rooms until we're led into one in particular. It's a large room, like everything else in this house. It has a color scheme of dark green.
There are two bookshelves lining the walls and a brown desk in the middle of the room, one chair behind it and two chairs in front of it.
I slowly walk in, nerves lining my stomach, as the man closes the door behind me.
