The Business Man's Son (Wattpad Version)

Getting better

Landon

I woke the next day and followed the schedule that Asher had set for me. After I drank my shake, Asher set me up with a fitness routine. You don't realize how much stamina and endurance you lose when you get hooked on drugs.

Asher started slowly with me. We ran along the beach, keeping an even pace. We ran for thirty minutes, then took a break. He handed me water, and I sat down to drink it.

"Each day will get easier," Asher told me, drinking his water.

"I know. It's difficult going from the way to another," I said as I sat on the beach.

Asher sat down next to me. "Trust me, I know. I was where you are now," he said.

I looked at Asher.

"In high school, my dad expected me to date, Lexie, because of who your father is, and I had to maintain this image. The problem was, I didn't want it. I didn't even like girls," Asher admitted.

That statement surprised me.

"Are you gay?" I questioned.

"Yeah," Asher answered.

I looked at Asher with surprise.

"When I came to work at the club, I got involved with a dancer. Rafe had me deliver drugs to people, and the dancer got me hooked on them," Asher confessed.

I looked at Asher with a knowing look.

"The dancer set me up, and I got busted. I went to jail, and the guy took off, leaving me holding the bag. The feds told me I could work for them or go to prison. They left me in jail to detox, making me decide that I prefer any place but jail," Asher told me.

"Is that why you get on the dancer's asses?" I questioned.

"For the most part, I do. The ones that come into the business start with good intentions, then fall into the trap," Asher replied.

"It's funny; we didn't get along in high school, and here we are with you helping me," I reminded Asher.

"Because I was an ass in high school. I treated Lexie disrespectfully, which I regret," Asher said.

I heard the regret in his voice. "I'm sure if you talk to Lexie now, it will amaze you how forgiving my sister is," I mentioned.

"Perhaps one day, but we need to get you better," Asher told me.

I sighed, and we got up, making our way back to the beach house. When we returned, I went and took a shower. I finished and got dressed. I came downstairs and smelled of food. My stomach starts growling. That was a good sign that I didn't feel the need to run to the toilet.

I walked into the kitchen, and Quinn was cooking something. I walked over, and she was sautéing chicken.

"That smells good," I commented.

Quinn and Asher looked at me, surprised.

"I'm making chicken fajitas if you want one," Quinn mentioned.

"I could try one. It beats a liquid meal," I said as Asher chuckled.

I sat down at the table, and Quinn made me a fajita, then made herself one. Asher made his fajitas. I picked it up and took a bite. I let the juices flow past my tongue down my throat as I chewed then swallowed the mouthful. That was the best damn chicken fajita I ever ate.

Quinn and Asher watched me enjoy my food and smiled at each other as they ate. When your eating habits become terrible, you miss the joys of cooking. It's the little things that you take for granted.