She sneers as she scans me. “What the fuck do you want?” My eyebrow arches at that. “You are awfully cocky for someone living in my house.” “Your house?” She snorts, standing taller. “Kid, this is your dad’s—” “No, it really isn’t.” I grin. “We bought it off him once we realised he couldn’t be trusted to protect his own investments. So, you see, you are standing in my house and insulting me.” “Rather rude, don’t you think, brother?” Asher calls, striding into the room and looking her over, his lips turned down in displeasure. He hates when women are upset, and he seems to have a fondness for
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