Esme Kelly Octavia Knight- An angel with a dark side. She protects her loved ones, even by sacrificing her dreams. Her dreams of finding 'true love' died the minute she signed the contract. She expects a life without love, the unexpected awaits her...
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Esme's POV
It's been a week since the engagement, and Asher and I have been texting a lot.
Yesterday he texted me saying he needed my help in a mission. So, I'm about to go to his house in another thirty minutes.
They needed my help with a shipment they were getting.
I was on assassin duty today. That means that I get to play.
After informing my siblings, I set out to Asher's house.
I gave my name to the guard at the gate, and Asher was waiting for me in the driveway and opened my door as soon as I stopped.
"Esme, it's so good to see you," he said, hugging me as soon as I stepped out.
"Bitch please, it's just been a week," I said, hugging him back nevertheless.
After shutting the car door, he followed me inside, with his hand around my waist.
"This feels weird," I said, taking his hand away and putting it around my shoulder.
"Well, get used to it sunshine. We've got pretenses to keep up, right?" he whispered, bending down to my ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it.
I sucked in a breath at his boldness.
"Sure," I drawled and followed his lead.
When we crossed the threshold, I kept spinning around in an attempt to take in the beauty of the house.
Ancient, but modern. Old but new. Cold, but filled with so much warmth. Big but filled with immense love.
In short, everything my house wasn't.
This was a home. Mine was a house.
Shrugging off the thoughts, we stepped inside the living room, where his parents and brother were waiting.
"My my my, aren't you a sight to behold," Valeria said, walking over to envelop me in a hug. "You're so beautiful sweetheart," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind my hair. "Asher's gonna have a hard time trying to keep other men away from you," she laughed.
"Esme, you've met my mama. This is my father Alaric Ezekiel Raymond, and this is my shithead of a brother, Aaron Malachai Raymond," he introduced.
"Esme, it's great to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you from Asher," his father said, walking forward. "Pleasure to meet you too Mr. Raymond. I've heard stories of your legacy sir," I said, forwarding my hand.
He looked at my hand and then pulled me into a hug. "You're family sweetheart. We don't do handshakes. Also, it's Alaric to you. Mr. Raymond makes me feel old," he said. "Okay," I mumbled, still not used to the huge amount of niceness that this family held.
