Soon enough, I’m back in the kitchen and Asher is strolling into the room again, this time fully dressed and… shit. I grimace.
He’s wearing my sons’ clothes. I’d recognise the designer brands they had shipped from the US anywhere.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, clearly picking up on my discomfort.
I turn abruptly, stalking to my bag and taking out a bundle of cash I have stashed.
“Here.” I turn back to him, holding out the money. “I know you don’t want charity, but you need to take this money and buy yourself a new wardrobe.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Why?”
“I can’t seeyouintheirclothes.” I shake my head as my eyes roam over him.
Not only do his newly sculpted muscles look like they are going to bust the seams of Jude’s t-shirt, but Ronan’s pants are too short for him. Hell, even if they did fit right, I still can’t handle seeing him wear their clothes after what we did last night.
“Does it creep you out knowing that the cock you drank cum from is squeezed into your son’s jeans?”
“Fucking hell, Asher. Yes, it does!” I snap, throwing up my hand, and he chuckles, reaching out and taking the cash from my grip.
“Fine, but I’ll be paying you back.”
“I don’t want your money,” I deadpan, and his smirk grows wider.
“Fine. I’ll pay you back in orgasms, then.”
My mouth drops open and I shake my head. “Seriously, Asher. This has to stop.”
“What has to stop?” He walks past me, heading for the door, and I snatch up my bag and follow.
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about.”
“I’m not sure I do.” His tone is laced with humour, and the urge to slap him is almost too overwhelming. I hold back, though, because I know it will only fuel the raging beast inside me.
“Stop flirting with me,” I snap, shutting and locking the front door before heading to my car. “Stop walking around with no shirt on in front of me.” I unlock the car. “Stop letting your dick poke out to say hi.” I reach the driver’s side door and meet his amused expression over the top of my car. “And stop…”
His brows shoot up. “Stop what?”
“Stop…” I wave my hand in the air. “Stop being you.”
I’m making no sense. I’m aware of that, yet I still say the words and ignore his stupid grin as I get into my car.
Asher climbs in a moment later, and I can feel his eyes on me as he fits his seatbelt.
“You seem a little on edge today, Lily. Maybeweshouldtalk about last night.”
I start up the car, not daring to look at him, knowing I’m likely to melt at the sight of his dark eyes and the way they seem to flare to life when he looks at me.
“I’d rather not talk about last night, since it’s never going to happen again.”
“Lily, I really do hate seeing you lie to yourself.”
His mocking tone almost sends my gaze in his direction, but I hold strong, sucking in a deep breath as I shift the car into reverse.
“I’m not lying to myself,” I snap, reversing out onto the road, and shifting the car into drive.
“We both know it’s a lie,” he calls me out on my bullshit so easily. “But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll pretend to go along with it.”
