CHAPTER 144: DARE TO LOVE ME Asher? Part 1
Ashley
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With my breathing accelerated, I looked at the man who claimed to be
my
father.
“Let’s get out of here, we have nothing to do in this place,” I told my companions, “and you, Mr. Russell, I would appreciate it if you never call me daughter again, just as I will forget that you
are my father.”
I walked furiously towards the door and tried to breathe calmly in the elevator.
“What are we going to do now? Everything is lost,” Tino spoke, completely dismayed.
“We will find a way to solve this,” Alaia caressed Tino’s arm and he hugged her.
We left the building and drove silently in the car. I asked the guys to take me home, and the moment we arrived, I hurried out of the car and walked quickly to my room.
“Ash, honey, what’s wrong with you? You haven’t said a single word, which is not normal for you,” my friend walked behind me, followed by Alaia.
I started searching through my things like crazy.
“I don’t remember the name,” I said, and the two of them kept looking at me in silence without understanding anything. “I had it around here,” I said, moving among some things that I had stored in my nightstands.
“Ash?” Alaia questioned.
“I need a second,” I read in a couple of magazines until I found what I was looking for.
“Enrico Rossi,” I read the name on the social page of the magazine. I knew I had it somewhere.
“Who is he? Honey, speak up, I can’t stand the tension,” Tino continued, and I patted the bed to
invite them to sit down.
“He’s the man my father wants to marry me off to,” I showed them the magazine where he was
with a girl and a boy.
“For the love of God, he even looks older than you,” she commented, “and the attractiveness, they left him owing,” she continued, looking at him.
“What are we going to do?” Alaia questioned. I’m sure she knew I had something in mind.
“I have to talk to him,” I pointed to him in the magazine. “There was a minimal possibility that my father would accept the money. It was a very attractive amount, besides I would be left
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without a euro after making the purchase, and I’m sure he was going to enjoy seeing me working to keep myself afloat. But I didn’t count on his ego interfering and deciding to sell my work to the stuck–up Enrico. Enrico will have to see reason, that the man deserves to have al woman by his side who loves him, who doesn’t want to leave him after saying yes on the wedding day. I will use my last bullet. If he decides not to sell, we will start over,” I looked at my dear Tino and he nodded as I took his hand.
“You are not alone, Ash,” Alaia took my hand and hugged Tino.
I made the necessary calls to find Enrico but couldn’t reach him. They told me he was in Monaco and would return in a few days. I left him my information to contact me.
We had dinner together at Alaia’s house with the kids and Loli. When it got late, Tino and I
went back to mine. I needed to sleep.
“I’ll stay with you tonight,” Tino entered wearing my Uncle Patrick’s pajamas. Alaia had lent
them to him.
“Thank you,” I sighed and sat on the floor to open my luggage. To my surprise, the first clothes that could be seen were the ones I took from William’s closet the day we almost kissed. I took
the cap and put it on.
“I’m going to miss being Asher,” I commented, and my friend walked towards me. Because of him, I had the opportunity to meet the real Will, and against all odds, the little horse got into
my heart. I would find a way to get him out.
“You can be whenever you want. I can take you to gay bars and it will be amazing,” he
encouraged me.
“Well, I’ll take your word for it,” I smiled and we hugged. I put on Will’s clothes to go to bed.
I snuggled under the covers and Tino hugged me from behind.
“We’ll get through this,” I comforted my friend.
“You said it, we are strong, warrior, and brave. We will even reach the American market,” he
laughed and hugged me tighter.
William
These last few weeks have been full of complex issues: the kidnapping of Paula and Noah by my grandfather, who ended up being the most affected after that. All the evil he did came
back to him in the worst way.
I sighed. The only thing we managed to learn from my grandfather was not to be someone like
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him.
The awakening of my Uncle Dominic is one of the good things that happened. My father found
out about it and is doing everything possible to return. My mother was assigned to a conflict zone and they still can’t get out. I have been in contact with them often; I know they will be
able to return at any time.
And finally, the matter that has my world upside down: I have spent these same weeks fighting with myself over the enormous attraction I feel for Asher. I have hoped that not seeing
him would diminish it, but apparently, it has been counterproductive, since he continues in my thoughts without the slightest intention of leaving them. Seeing him in the hospital with another man has awakened my jealousy, jealousy that I had never felt for anyone. I leaned my
head back in my chair and closed my eyes.
I have felt completely lost lately.
“Will,” Nick knocked on the door before entering, and I kept my eyes closed.
“Long day?” he questioned.
“No, everything is in order,” I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my fingers and opened my
eyes.
“Perfect, so I can leave in peace,” he commented. I knew he was going to the UK for Alaia and the kids. They left yesterday and, as expected, Nick couldn’t stay away from them for long.
“For everything to be in order, you don’t look well, and you’ve been drinking early lately,” he
pointed to the glass that was on my desk.
I took the glass and drank what was left of the contents.
“Girl trouble?” he leaned back in his seat.
After thinking about it for several seconds, I decided to speak.
“I feel a great attraction to someone I shouldn’t,” I confessed, and Nick looked at me strangely.
“Don’t tell me she’s married,” he crossed his arms.
I laughed ironically. I wished she was.
“It’s… Asher,” I managed to say after pouring myself another drink and drinking it.
Nick was silent and looked perplexed.
