Page 20 of Sweet Possession

“Asher? Baby?” Her voice is a whisper as tears fill her eyes, but I don’t care. I haven’t got time for her bullshit.

“Not baby. Asher is fine. What are you doing here, Cali?” I grit out. She has some nerve, showing up at my door now that I’m in a good place.

Her shoulders slump and tears fall down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I want you back. I made a mistake.”

I bark out an incredulous laugh. “You want me back?” I repeat. She nods, her blue eyes glistening. “You should have thought about that before you fucked my best friend. Go away, Cali, and don’t ever come back. I don’t want you. You broke us, not me. And to be honest, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I…”

“Asher?” a soft voice sounds from behind me, cutting me off.

I spin to find Remi standing there in one of my shirts. My cock hardens at the sight of her, a primal need taking over my body. I want her in my clothes always. Her gaze goes to the woman over my shoulder as she shifts on her feet, her hands bunching the material nervously. “Go back upstairs, angel. I’ll be right up.”

“Who is she?” I turn back to my shrieking ex, whose tears have now stopped. No doubt they were fake, just like her.

“She is none of your business. Now leave, Cali. I won’t ask you again.” She isn’t looking at me but past me. Her eyes glitter with malice as she stares at my angel. I move forward into a protective stance, blocking Remi from her view. “Leave,” I bark making her eyes shift back to me.

She huffs. “This isn’t over, Asher. I will be back.” And with that, she throws me a look, spins, and sashays down the pathway.

Slamming the door shut, I turn to face my angel. “Who was that?” she asks, and I hear the uncertainty in her voice. I don’t want her to ever feel unsure about her position in my life.

Closing the distance between us, I reach up, gripping her jaw between my fingers. “She is an ex who obviously can’t take a hint. A nobody. You have nothing to worry about angel. I want you. Just you.” She stares at me for a long beat, no doubt looking for any hint that I’m lying; she won’t find it. Her lips curve into a smile and she lets out a breath. Relief surges through me that she believes me. “Come on, let’s go back to bed. I have plans for you that include my cock in your pussy for most of the day.”

She gasps, her eyes flashing with lust. I spin her around and slap her ass, urging her back upstairs. She may think I’m joking, but I plan to lose hours today in my angel’s pussy. After the visit from my ex, it’s just what I need.

ChapterFourteen

REMI

Pacing Asher’s room, my mind is in overdrive. Who was that woman? She was stunning, whoever she was. With her blue eyes, red hair, and model looks, she looked exactly like someone Asher should be with. My shoulders slump as insecurity consumes me. It’s that same old question. Why would he want me when he could have someone like her?

The door opening stops me in my tracks, and my eyes snap to Asher. He frowns, no doubt at the look on my face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks as he moves towards me.

“Who is she?” I blurt before I can stop myself.

He pauses, his eyes boring into me, but I don’t back down, don’t look away. Asher obviously senses that I’m not going to drop this because he sighs, his next words making my stomach drop. “Cali. She is my ex-girlfriend.” He admits.

I knew it. Why wouldn’t he be with someone like that? People who look like Asher belong with people who look like his ex. He shouldn’t be with someone like me. After seeing her, its glaringly obvious that I don’t belong in this house, in this world, with Asher. A lump forms in my throat as tears threaten to fall from my eyes. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, that’s the problem. I got so caught up in all things Asher, he made me believe that I belonged here. I almost laugh at the thought. Bitterness slithers through me. He found me in a strip club, for Christ’s sake. What makes me so special that I started to believe this could be real?

“I should go.” I turn away, not able to look at him, and make myself busy collecting some of my clothes from the floor.

“Go?” he repeats. “Why?”

I feel him behind me now. So close, I feel myself getting sucked into his orbit again. Spinning to face him, I lay it all out. “I don’t belong here,” I shout. “You should be with someone like that woman.” I motion my hands in the direction of the front door, driving my point home. “I was a stripper, Asher, and will probably be one again. I’m not composed, and I don’t have my shit together like she seemed to. She is beautiful, someone who deserves you.” My voice breaks on the last sentence and I feel my eyes water, but I don’t let my tears fall.

Asher stares at me, his face a mask of calm. He cocks his head, his tongue darting out and running across his bottom lip. He doesn’t look shocked or even angry at my outburst. Just curious.

“Don’t do that.” The warning in his tone sends a shiver up my spine. I drop the shirt in my hand and straighten. “You are a million times more beautiful, honest, pure, and perfect than that woman will ever be. Do you know why she is my ex?” He knows I don’t, but I shake my head anyway as he steps towards me. “I caught her fucking my best friend, Remi. A friend who I had known since the first grade. We did everything together. Worked together. Played poker together.” He reaches out, cupping my cheeks. The feel of his hands on me calms me. Jesus, I am so screwed. “Then I came home one night to find him fucking my girlfriend inmybed. I was going to marry her you know.” I flinch at that; the thought makes me want to vomit. I hate that he was hurt, but I can’t say I’m not glad it happened. If she hadn’t cheated, would Asher and I have met? Probably not. It’s a sick way for me to think, but by them doing what they did, it brought Asher to me.

“Do you still want to marry her?” I ask softly.

He shakes his head, a smile curving his lips. “No. I thought I loved her.” I scowl. I have no right to, but I can’t stop myself. He chuckles. “But I can honestly say after knowing you, what I felt for Cali was not love.”

What is he saying? Does he love me? It’s too soon for all that. My feelings for this man are strong, sure, but is it love? As I look at his gorgeous face, I realize that it just might be. Instead of voicing my thoughts, I push up on my toes, wrap my arms around his neck, and press my lips to his. He groans as his tongue pushes through my lips and tangles with my own. Never breaking the kiss, he walks me backward until my calves hit the bed. He gently lays me down, him on top of me, and all the while, his lips never leave mine. I jerk when a finger lands on my panty-covered clit and he rubs.

“You look sexy as fuck in my shirt. I might make it a rule around here. My angel always has to wear my clothes.” He growls against my mouth.

I whimper at the possessiveness in his voice and grind against him, trying to gain the friction I so desperately need. He pulls back, looking down at me as he thumbs at my little bundle of nerves. He slips his hand inside my panties, running a finger through my slit, then pushes two inside me. My back arches with need. I want more.