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They share a look, before giving Asher a deadly glare. But slowly, they stand, walking away. It's not the last of it I'll hear from them, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
"I'm disappointed you didn't scream," Asher chuckles.
"Fuck you," I respond as harshly as possible, but my voice is shaky.
Asher shrugs. "Kind of did. I bet those tight ass leather pants feel so uncomfortable right now."
I lift my leg, propping my foot in between his thighs. The sole of my heel brushes against his dick and I apply a bit of pressure.
"I bet yours do too. Your cock is hard right now."
He growls as I put even more pressure on, his hand slamming down to cover my wrist. "We're raising the bar. I'm not going to go easy on you anymore."
"Give it your best shot, Asher. You won't even see what's coming next."
Chapter fifteen
Bythetimewearrive home, I have several missed calls and messages from Butch. I send him a quick message, confirming I'm alive and well. I'll have to pop back to the bar one day this week, just as soon as I figure out some bullshit lie about my behavior.
I already have my next plan of attack for Asher. It's not something I'm proud of, but I'm going to make this one hurt. I need the points, and every day that passes is making things more difficult.
There's tension between us, pulling us together slowly, but surely. But this isn't some nice romantic love story. This is a game where someone loses, and if I don't get my freedom, I'll have lost more than my dignity.
Shit's going to hit the fan tomorrow, and all I can do is hope I survive the wreckage.
The familiar house brings back memories, the thought almost giving me a twinge in my chest. But the past is in the past, and I'm not able to go back there. My future needs me, my past doesn't.
I ring the doorbell, hearing the ding chime inside. I wait a few seconds, listening, before I hear the unmistakable click clack of footsteps making their way to the front door.
Instinctively, I step back. The door opens and I give a warm smile to the pretty blonde lady.
"Rylee! My God, it's been ages. How are you?"
"I'm good, Mrs. Anderson. It's lovely to see you too."
Jenny's mom opens the door wider as she steps back, inviting me in. The house is exactly as I remember. The sparkling, white walls and marble floors inside. I know it reaches the entire house, all three floors.
Like Asher, Jenny's family is loaded. I spent so many years here, many summers – just enjoying life as a teenager. We would often hang by the pool, texting guys and sneaking into Mr. Anderson's cellar in the basement.
The first time I ever got drunk was here. Jenny's parents had gone away for a conference, and we invited over our group of friends. A bunch of jocks and tiny cheerleaders drinking an abundance of wine will always be a recipe for disaster.
Mrs. Anderson closes the door behind us, leading me to the sitting room. See – rich people houses.
"Would you like something to drink, love?" she asks as I sit down on the cream colored leather couch.
I cross my legs, a little terrified of getting the couch dirty. "No, thank you. I just wanted to drop by and see if Jenny was home."
She frowns, giving me a sorrowful look. "Sorry, Rylee. She's gone away with her friends for break."
I nod, having already known that. "That's okay. Where's Mr. Anderson?
Mrs. Anderson smiles. "He's on a business trip. So, it's just me here at the moment."
"Are you managing okay?" I ask, sincerely.
"You know what these things are like. Everything falls apart when you don't know how to fix them. My car needs checking but the mechanic can't get me in for four days. Apparently, all the cars are just breaking down at the moment."
Forcing a smile on my face, I almost feel bad. "I could send Asher here to help. He's been at home and I'm sure he misses coming around while Jenny is away."
