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“I…I love Asher.”
“No.” She meets my gaze then quickly averts it to stare at her lap. “I’m in love with him, Rei. Not like a sibling, but as a man.”
The pieces start falling together one after another. The miscommunications, the incidents, and the fights make sense now.
I can’t believe it took me this long to see it. How could I be so blind to the facts in front of me? How could I let my emotions lead me?
This has to end. Now. I need to sp...
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She’s his wound, and if I keep snooping around, he might shut me down immediately.
They’re wearing their Devils jackets with messenger bags slung over their shoulders, likely meaning they just finished practice.
“Told you.” Owen waggles his brows. “A creep.”
“Deep words, Rei-Rei.” Owen clutches his chest. “I think I’m going to cry.”
“Life is short.” A raw sense of sadness assaults me. “You never know what will happen tomorrow, so might as well seize today.”
“You motherfucking idiot.” Owen hits his friend’s shoulder with his. “That’s not our story to tell.”
past. Asher was so caught up in you, he always landed himself in trouble, and do you know what you gave him as a reward? A cold shoulder.”
“I don’t like getting involved in people’s shit, but yeah, you two were like fire and water. You just never mixed, but I guess I liked to think you had your reasons.”
“Because he didn’t return to make friends with you. He’s become such a stone since high school.”
“Buuuut he’s softening now.” Owen grins. “Whatever you’re doing to that fucker, keep doing it. We really thought we lost him with Arianna that night.”
I can’t run away from the truth anymore. If I want to figure out how to take my relationship with Asher to the next level, I need to fix the past.
“Don’t provoke him.” “Yeah, he’s a little fuck when provoked,” Sebastian says.
“Stay away from Jason Brighton. Asher never liked him.”
“He thinks he was pretending to be Arianna’s friend.” Sebastian’s gaze zeroes in on me. “He’s shady and always hangs around campus even though he doesn’t study here. Never trust anyone who seems too good to be true.”
“But Asher likes me.” Owen waggles his brows with a sly grin and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “How about that BJ?”
“Drop your hand before I fucking cut it off.”
The three of us freeze at the low voice coming from the entrance. Asher barges inside, his fists clenched by his sides as his deep green ...
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Asher stops Owen and whispers something clipped in his ear. I strain to hear what he’s saying, but I can’t catch it.
Owen’s face remains blank for a moment before he laughs. “That’s what I’m talking about.” He winks at me again before Sebastian drags him out.
“What type of stuff, Rai?”
“Every time you call me Ash, I’ll call you Rai. Don’t you hate it?”
“I don’t hate Rai. It was my name for twelve years, after all, so if you think it’s a jab against me, you have it all wrong.” I pause, watching him closely. “Do you hate Ash?”
“Or do you secretly love it and hate that?”
His face doesn’t betray his emotions, but the stiffness of his shoulders does. There’s something I’ve learned about Asher: he’s possessive to a fault. After I lost my memories, he tried to hide it, but it’s deep in him. I often catch him glaring at the male cheerleaders and any guy who talks to me. Besides, he admitted to wanting to hurt them whenever they touch me.
“I know what you’re doing, prom queen, and you’ll regret it.”
He must notice the change since he cocks his head to the side to watch me. Those green eyes gleam with something sinister and dark.
“Ash…” I trail off, not even knowing what I want to say. Don’t hurt me? Let me find my sister first? I’m sorry I developed feelings for you knowing full well you weren’t mine?
“If I see you flirting with anyone, I won’t only beat them.” Thrust. “I’ll fuck you in front of them.” Thrust. “And make them hear you scream my fucking name.”
His hands on my hips feel like anchors, big and hard. As I ease into the
“What, prom queen?”
The only thing that fills my mind, heart, and soul is him. Just him.
“This ass is made for my dick, just like this pussy.”
salvation—or damnation, depending on how you look at it.
“You’re mine,” he grunts. “You always were.” “Always,”
After all, I’m Asher’s queen in public and his slut in private.
Only one word roars inside me: Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.
I’m tempted to let her sleep like that. Worse, I’m tempted to pull up a chair and watch her in that position all night.
She always had this certain type of innocence about her that she hid behind her cold exterior. No one managed to come close enough to know the real Reina, let alone her innocent side.
I’m the one who knows her best, her secret love for mac and cheese, how she stays up late to binge-watch Netflix, how she drinks her lattes, how she hates attention even though it appears she thrives on it.
An inward groan slips from me as I recognize the British accent and the voice associated with it. I should’ve checked the name. Aiden King is the last person I need with my current mood.
“And?” He sounds bored. “Sleep, motherfucker—have you heard of it?” “Sleeping is for neurotypical people.”
“Why?” I grin. “Miss me?” “I miss beating you in debates.”
“Shouldn’t you be cuddling with Elsa and making babies?”
“Don’t ever mention my wife’s name and making babies in the same sentence or I’ll fucking kill you. Deal? Deal.”
“Simple,” he says. “I didn’t give her a choice, especially at the beginning. The more she ran, the faster I chased. The deeper she hid, the harder I conquered.”
