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Asher’s face darkened. “He is not my brother,” he snarled. “Besides… Do you have some fantasy of being with him? Because I’ll be the first to tell you that he would never be interested in someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” I asked with a scoff. I folded my arms across my chest and took a step back, but Asher closed the distance again by taking a step toward me. He towered over me, even when I wore high heels. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, look at you,” Asher said, gesturing toward my appearance. “You’re just an ordinary human nanny. And you’re pretty enough, sure, but you don’t do yourself any favors by dressing so plainly and homely. Don’t I pay you enough to create a nice image for yourself?”
I felt my face get hot at Asher’s words. I glanced down at my plain black dress, thinking about how Ethan had told me that I looked perfectly fine.
“Ethan might seem like a nice person on the outside,” Asher continued, “but you can rest assured that he’s not interested in someone with a social status as low as that of a human nanny who couldn’t find a job until someone felt pity on her.”
It was then that I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes, but I wasn’t about to let Asher make me cry on a night that was supposed to be fun and lighthearted. I turned on my heel and took a few steps toward the door.
“I’m sorry for lying about my health,” I said, reaching for the doorknob, “but you and I only have an employer-employee relationship. Nothing more, nothing less. And if I wanted to be deceived by Ethan, then it’s none of your concern in the end.”
Without another word, I left Asher standing speechless in the private room. A few moments after I walked out and continued to make my way to the restroom as I had originally intended, he stormed out after me, brushing past me. I watched over the crowd as he stormed straight out of the bar.
“Good riddance,” I whispered to myself, pushing through the bathroom door. I walked up to the row of marble sinks and set my purse down on the counter, sighing deeply as I tried to calm my nerves — but as soon as I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, the tears that were welled up in my eyes began to spill over, smudging my mascara and causing it to run down my cheeks in two long, black lines.
Was that truly how Asher thought about me? During my time that I’d worked for him so far, I had thought that I had begun to earn a bit of respect from him. I thought back to the day we went to the orphanage, and how he had opened up to the children, and even me. Was I correct in assuming that it was all just an act for positive publicity? Was I really just nothing but a lowly human nanny to him?
Just then, the door swung open. I scrambled to wipe the black tears from my face, but it was too late; the woman who had come through the door was Ethan’s friend, Haley, and she noticed me crying immediately. She came over to me with a concerned look on her face and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket, beginning to dab at my cheek with it as she looked at me in the mirror.
“Ethan asked me to check to make sure you didn’t get lost,” she said as she wiped the black tears away. “I didn’t expect to find you crying in here. Were we really all that bad?”
I shook my head vehemently. “Not at all,” I assured her. “It’s something completely unrelated.”
“Do you need to talk about it?”
Again, I shook my head. “No. It’s okay. It’s nothing.”
Haley didn’t seem convinced, but she nodded and stepped away once the black streaks were cleaned off of my cheeks. “I’ll meet you out there in a minute,” I said, to which she nodded again and quietly left the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later, once I’d taken a few more deep breaths and calmed my nerves, I walked back out to the table. Ethan jerked his head up as I approached, and jumped up to meet me.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I shrugged, causing him to furrow his brow. “What is it?”
“Asher found me,” I replied. “He’s furious with me for coming to see you. I think I should just go home now.”
Ethan frowned, a look of worry wrought across his handsome face. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Do you want me to take you home?”
I paused, wondering if it would be a horrible idea to show up outside the penthouse with Ethan, but at the same time, I needed the friendly support, so I nodded in agreement. “Yes, please,” I said. “If you don’t mind.”
Ethan nodded in response, still looking worried, and turned to say something to his friends before guiding me out of the bar with his hand on my back.
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Ethan dropped me off outside the penthouse and, after a word of encouragement and a gentle squeeze of my arm, he drove away. I swallowed the lump in my throat and made my way back upstairs, steeling myself in case Asher was home and waiting to argue with me even more — but he wasn’t. In fact, only Ella was sitting in the dark living room by herself.
“Tiffany!” she said, jumping up from the couch and running over to me. “Are you okay? Selina said you’re sick.”
I bit my lip, suddenly feeling horrible for lying and worrying the little girl just so I could go out.
“Yes,” I replied, scooping her up to take her back to bed. “I’m okay now.”
After I put her to bed, I decided it was best to at least attempt to fulfill my contractual obligation with Asher by waiting in his room in case he should come home soon, but as the hours ticked on, he never showed up. Feeling somewhat relieved, I returned to my own room and crawled into bed.
However, I was only in my room for hardly even half an hour before I heard a knock on my door.
And when I opened it, all I could smell was alcohol.
Tiffany
When I opened my door, all I could smell was alcohol.
Asher was standing in the hallway. He was swaying slightly back and forth, his steely eyes unfocused in front of me. Even though it seemed he only just got home, he already had a glass of whiskey in his hand — he must have filled it as soon as he came in the door.
“Why aren’t you in my room?” he grumbled, his breath reeking of whiskey.
I took a step back, scrunching up my nose from the smell. “I waited for you for two hours, but you never came,” I replied. “I assumed you wouldn’t be home tonight.”
Asher was silent for several moments before speaking: “Well, I’ll sleep in here, then.” Before I could stop him, he pushed past me and into my room.
“How much have you had to drink?” I asked, closing the door quietly.
Asher chuckled sardonically and turned around to face me with a shrug. “What does it matter to you?” he asked. As he stared at me, I wondered to myself if he even knew or if he had lost count of how many times he’d refilled his glass tonight.
I shrugged. “I’d like to know if I’m getting into bed with someone who’s going to vomit all over himself in the middle of the night. I’ll get you some medicine and a trash can, if you think you might need it.”
Asher mere scoffed. He plopped down onto the armchair across from my bed and began to work at his shoelaces, but his fingers were clumsy from the alcohol.
