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“I’ll help you,” I said, walking up to him and crouching to untie his shoes; before I could do that, however, he yanked his foot away.
“I can do it myself.” His voice was low, almost a growl.
“Listen,” I said, standing and folding my arms again as I looked down at Asher and watched him struggle with his shoes. He was fumbling with his shoelaces with one hand and was still holding the glass of whiskey in his other, and was somehow getting away with not spilling any of the whiskey on himself or my chair. “I’m sorry that I lied earlier, and I know it wasn’t right of me to worry Ella or anyone else for the sake of going to Ethan’s exhibition. But you have to understand that I only feel obligated to lie because of how much you overreact whenever you see Ethan. Your relationship with him is concerning to say the least.”
Asher shook his head as he yanked one shoe off, then the other. “I’m paying you to take care of my daughter and to help me sleep, not to question my personal relationships,” he grumbled. He stood and walked over to the bathroom mirror, where he began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. “If you want to take some time off every now and then, that’s fine. But what’s not fine is you blatantly carousing around with that man after I explicitly told you to stay clear of him.”
“That man?” I asked. “You mean your brother?”
Asher slammed his hands down on the bathroom sink, taking in a long, shaky breath before speaking quietly. “I told you that he is not my brother. And regardless, I don’t want you spending time with him. Especially not alone.”
“You sound jealous,” I said.
Asher scoffed. “I couldn’t possibly be jealous. I already told you that you, of all people, would never have a chance with him. You seem to forget too often that you’re nothing more than an ordinary human nanny.”
I was taken aback and hurt by Asher’s harsh words, so much so that tears began to well up in my eyes. “You always bring up my status whenever you want to insult me, like it’s ammunition,” I snarled. “It’s not fair, it’s cruel for no reason, and it’s simply untrue. You keep saying that Ethan would never look my way because of my status, but unlike you, he’s actually done nothing but treat me with dignity, like an equal. Even the servants here have begun to feel some respect for me, but no, not you. I’m not worthy of respect because I’m ‘just an ordinary human’. Maybe I should just quit, if it’s so important to you, and you can hire someone who you deem to be worthy of your glistening respect.”
I wanted to say more. I wanted to tell Asher that I had my own wolf, and I knew that Mina wanted me to say something too from the way she began to react strongly to Asher’s cruel words, but I decided to keep that bit to myself. He’d never believe me, anyway.
“Well, quit, then!” Asher said, raising his voice and storming out of the bathroom to face me, stopping a few feet away. “Go ahead: leave Ella and I alone again. See if Ethan will take you in, if you’re so enthralled with him. But don’t come running back to me when he discards you for being a human.”
“So you are jealous,” I replied, raising my voice as well. “Why don’t you just admit to yourself that maybe, just maybe, you want a repeat of our one night stand? Or are you too pompous to even admit that?”
Asher glared at me for several long, silent seconds. I could feel the tension rising between us, so thick I could cut it with a knife if I wanted to. Part of me wanted to reach out and hit him, but there was another part of me that wanted more than that… And it seemed that there was a part of Asher that wanted that, too.
Suddenly, he rushed toward me and pinned me up against the wall with his body. My head reeled as he pressed our lips together, his tongue working its way into my mouth…
“I’m sorry,” he suddenly said, staggering backwards and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re right. That was inappropriate.”
It was inappropriate; I knew that. But at the same time, it felt right in that moment. Mina began to grow excited inside of me, the same way I had felt her grow excited on the night that Asher and I found each other in the maze… Except this was different. She wasn’t just playing a game now, and neither was I.
Without thinking, because I had also had a few drinks that night, I found myself reaching out and grabbing a fistful of his shirt. I yanked him toward me, pressing our lips together once more. He let out a moan into my mouth as my hand traveled down his chest then over his groin. I fumbled to unbuckle his belt as his lips worked their way down to my neck.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, throwing me down and reaching up the skirt of my nightgown to feel for my panties, when we were suddenly interrupted by the sound of soft knocking on the door.
“Tiffany?” Ella’s tiny voice called from the other side of the door, followed by another series of knocks. “Daddy, are you in there?”
Tiffany
Asher and I quickly pulled away from each other, rushing to fix ourselves. I pulled my nightgown back down around my legs and tied my robe around myself, fixing my hair while Asher quickly buckled his belt once more.
“Hello?” Ella called again.
“It’s okay, Princess,” Asher called, steadying his heavy breathing. “You can come in.”
Ella cracked the door open and poked her head in. Her hair was a mess and her eyelids drooped sleepily as she rubbed them and yawned, but there was also a hint of fear and sadness on her teary-eyed face. She looked as though she had been crying — I couldn’t quite tell if it was from the sound of Asher and I fighting or from a bad dream. Maybe both. “I had a bad dream, Tiffany,” she said quietly and tearfully. “I came to look for you, but it sounds like you’re fighting…” Her tiny voice was quivering so much that it made my heart ache.
“What? No,” I said, rushing over to her and crouching to her level. “Your daddy and I were just talking.”
“Oh. I thought I heard yelling.”
“We just got excited, that’s all,” I said softly, standing and guiding the tired little girl out of the room. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
I led Ella back to her room by her hand and laid her down in bed. “Why was my daddy in your room?” she asked as I tucked her in.
Shaking my head, I reached out and brushed a bit of hair out of her face. “He just needed to talk to me. You don’t have to worry about a thing, understand?”
Ella nodded her head. I kissed her forehead and tucked her in a bit tighter before turning to go back to my room, but before I could, a tiny hand shot out and grabbed my nightgown. As I turned back to face her, I saw that there were still tears in my eyes.
“Will you stay with me?”
I sighed, glancing over my shoulder toward the door. If Asher was still expecting me to sleep with him, this could only cause more trouble… But at the same time, I thought that both Asher and I knew that sleeping together would also only cause more unnecessary trouble — and my job, first and foremost, was to take care of Ella above all else.
“Sure,” I replied, going around to the other side of the bed and climbing under the covers. “I’ll stay.”
…
When I woke up in the morning, I had Ella snuggled tightly into my arms. She still seemed dead asleep from her late night, so I let her sleep in and quietly crawled out of bed before slipping out of her room and back into mine to get ready for the day.
I half expected to find Asher passed out on my bed after how drunk he had been the night before, but he wasn’t. Nevertheless, it was Sunday, and I knew that I would likely be seeing him that morning. My heart beat heavily in my chest as I got ready for the day and steeled myself for our likely uncomfortable interaction.
When I emerged into the living area, it was almost as if Asher was waiting for me. He was sitting at the small round table by the big window in the living room with a cup of coffee and a newspaper in his hand.
“Oh,” I said, surprised that he was even awake so early after how drunk he was the night before. Did he even sleep at all? “Good morning.”
Without a word, Asher coldly stood and gathered up his coffee and his newspaper. “Come to my study,” he said before brusquely turning on his heel and storming off to his study.
I felt a lump rise in my throat as I followed him. Was he going to fire me? I had mentioned quitting the night before during our argument, but I didn’t really mean it; I had been drinking a bit, too, and said some things during the heat of the argument that I now knew I didn’t mean.
“Sit.” He gestured with his coffee cup toward the chair across from his desk. I did as I was told and swallowed the lump in my throat, formulating a potential speech in my head that could save my job if he truly was going to fire me.
