Chapter 1
POV of Asher
I roll in the burger joint late. I tell Diamonte to meet me here. It's weird seeing Diamonte just sitting at Matty's burgers and fries. In the fashion world he was a living god, but normal people didn't know who Diamonte was. He's just a guy sitting around in a blazer that looks like it's worth over a 1000 dollars.
“You're
late.”
I honestly expected Diamonte to be late. I kind
of figured it would be lame to show up on a date on time so I took my
time. That and I couldn't figure out what to wear. How the fuck do
you impress a guy who owns his own fashion house? He looks me up and
down. He makes a face. It makes me nervous that I can't tell with
this guy. I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing. I dress
plain because all my shit is basic as fuck. Some jeans, a blazer and
a gray t-shirt underneath. I borrowed these shoes from Sebastian.
“Did you come on time?” I ask him.
He looks at his
watch, “I'm never late. You don't start a 500 million dollar
company being late. Time is money. And I'm taking it your
check.”
Diamonte has been paying me 65k a year to
basically sit at a desk outside of his office and do stupid
nonsensical errands for him. The things he requested sometimes were
weird as hell. His main assistant Neverland wasn't really much of a
talker so I was mostly bored. I'm not complaining. I never made
that kind money.
“Are you
seri---” I stop myself realizing I can't have this date kick
off on a bad foot, “You know what. I apologize.”
“I
don't need apologies. I need results.”
“Diamonte,”
I stop him taking a deep breath, “This isn't a business
meeting. This is a date.”
I don't know if Diamonte can
tell the difference honestly. I've never been with a man so
ambitious before. Most of the guys I dated were more interested in
if I'd fuck their brains out that night. Everything was different
now. Maybe that's why I'm so nervous.
Diamonte isn't
impressed, “I know what this is.”
He's upset. I
have to admit he's kind of cute when he's upset. He isn't pouting or
anything. I doubt Diamonte Rose pouts. He's sitting there with a
stone face. I definitely fucked up. The thing about it though is
that Diamonte stayed. As busy as he was and as angry as he was, he
stayed. I'm not going to bring it up to him but that gives me a
little bit of confidence.
“Have you
ever been here?” I ask.
He sighs, “No.
Asher. I have not been here.”
He sounds annoyed.
“My dad used
to bring me here all the time when we were kids,” I explain to
him, “Every saturday. One night we were walking home from the
burger place and some guys mugged us. They shot him. Right in front
of me, robbed him and took off. Ever since then I came to this
burger place...every Saturday alone. When I first met you I figured
I'd bring you here...since it means so much to me...”
That
had to be enough to let his guard down.
Diamonte looks at me. Stone face.
Then folds his napkin, throws some cash on the table, gets up and proceeds to leave.
I find myself chasing after him.
“Woah---where
you going?”
“You're wasting my fucking time
with these sob stories,” Diamonte responds.
“Sob story. I
was opening up to you.”
Diamonte rolls his eyes, “Your
father is in rehab in Watts. He's addicted to cocaine but finally
checked himself in when he started doing bath salts. Shit got
serious I guess. He ended up butt naked and high in a strange man's
house with a wet ass. Your mother is a stay at home cat lady who
collects coupons and thrift shops frantically three times a
week.”
Fuck. The story had sounded good.
Then it becomes clear all of a sudden.
“You did a
background check on me?” he asks.
He rolls his
eyes, “Don't change the subject. Why the fuck are you lying to
me?”
“Sit. Please.”
He looks at me.
I feel beyond stupid right now. My face is blushing red. Why the
fuck did I tell him that story? Diamonte is not amused. I'm giving
him puppy dog eyes times a million right now. I can't believe I
fucked up this date twice already without even trying. Diamonte
seems like he's on the edge of leaving but he goes down and sits back
at the table.
“If you
waste my time again, I'm leaving,” he responds.
“I'm
sorry. Listen. I don't know why I tell that story. I guess I want
to impress you. This place isn't special. Honestly I brought you
here because it's all I can afford. It was easier to make up some
bullshit ass story than to make up an excuse about why I can't take
you somewhere fancy.”
“If I wanted to go somewhere
fancy would I have said yes to go on a date with,” he looks me
up and down, “You?”
“Why did you
say yes?”
I'm curious. I'm beyond curious.
He shrugs, “I'm
trying to figure that out myself.”
There is a few
moments that pass. The waiter comes to the table. He asks us what
we want to drink. Diamonte gets a water so I get one too. The
waiter looks at me for a minute. Fuck. I know this guy. He gave me
head a few weeks ago and I never called him back. I can tell by his
elongated stair that the waiter probably feels so type of way. He's
cute, real cute but like everyone...I got bored.
I try not to
look at him too long and stare back at Diamonte.
“So where
are you from?” I ask.
Diamonte shrugs, “I
don't talk about my past.”
A minute awkward. I swear he
is going to say something else but...he doesn't. He just shuts me
the fuck down and stares blankly at me as though telling me to 'try
again'.
I sigh for a second,
“What do you like to do for fun?”
He rolls his
eyes, “Jesus Christ. What do I do for fun? Do these little
boys really like when you ask them shit like that?”
“I-uh---”
“Can you not
be so cliché? You're going to have to try a little harder
with a guy like me.”
“Uh...”
“C`mon.
Get my interest, Asher. You can do it,” he responds at that
moment, “Don't doubt yourself. Spark my interest. Go deeper.
Yes. This is very awkward. I was sitting across from a man
who was literally coaching me on how to date him. Diamonte is
looking at me and I have to admit I'm not bored. I am so beyond
stumped on how to catch Diamonte Rose's attention.
“Do you
want kids?” I ask.
“I have a
kid every year. It's called the Fall Bautista and Rose collection.
Keep trying. Go even deeper...”
“What motivates you?” I ask.
He smiles, “Better.
Completion motivates me. Having that one thought that translates
into a design and completing it. I'm not talking about having the
hems done or adding an additional shoe. No there's something deeper
to completing something for me. Completion means all your heard work
has paid off. You can sit back at the end of your life and you can
die knowing...yes...I've done what I was put on this Earth to do.
I'm ready. I can die now. It's complete...”
He talks
on about his motivations and for the most part I'm listening. There
is something so complex about Diamonte's mind set and I don't know
why I'm so enchanted. Some of the things that he says goes way over
my head and even when I ask him to explain what he means by it I
still don't fully get it. However he's like a mad genius. I think
at some point I will get it.
An hour passes. Diamonte isn't so proper as I think he is. He eats with his hands and seems a little sloppy. The burger grease drips down his chin as he talks about his dream, his plans and his ambition. This is what means something to him. This is what means everything to him.
I find myself leaning over the table using my thumb to wipe the grease from the sides of his mouth.
Diamonte lets me.
He stares at me after that.
“What are your goals out of life?” he asks me.
In the hour I spent so much time enjoying listening to him talk that I hadn't even thought he was going to ask me a question back. He's staring at me deep in my eyes. Why the fuck is my heart racing fast when he does it? Guys don't really make me nervous.
“I kind of
just want to be a famous model,” I explain.
“Fame
is disease.”
“What? You're famous,” I
respond.
He rolls his
eyes, “No I'm not famous. I am accomplished. With
accomplishment comes a sense of recognition, but I'm not famous. I
dress people who are famous. They live their lives in front of the
camera. The fame spreads to everyone who is around them. No
privacy. They lose who they really are to please the camera It kills
them slowly from the inside out. It's a disease.”
I
sigh, “Shit now that you say it like that maybe I don't want to
be famous.”
He smiles, “You can do whatever you
put your mind to. I can help you.”
I raise an eyebrow,
“You'd help me.”
“If fame is what you want I
can make it happen. Follow me. I know the way.”
I
laugh, “Why do you say things like that?”
“Like
what?”
I shrug staring at him, “I dunno.
Like...I need help. We're not that much different you know? We both
have our problems. We have things in common.”
“Like
what?”
“Like we both don't believe in love...”
I
don't know why it comes out. It's just a random thing that comes out
and I want to take it back when I see Diamonte's expression. He
stares at me at me blankly.
“Why would you say something like that?” Diamonte asks.
He's not amused. He looks...hurt actually.
“I mean I just
gave up on it. And with you. You married for money. Clearly you
don't seem to give a damn that your husband is dead...”
“Just
because I didn't love him you assume I don't believe in love?”
Diamonte asks me, raising his voice a little bit.
“Listen I
didn't mean to offend you.”
Diamonte shakes his head,
“Just because you go around fucking every man with that you
consider to be higher than an 8----including our waiter who clearly
recognizes you----doesn't mean we are alike. I did what I had to do.
The men I married knew what it was from the beginning. I never lead
anyone on. I never lied. Sure I needed the money but I was the one
with the talent. I built the empire. It was my vision. It was
their investment. I'm not a business man. I'm a business.
But don't get it fucked up...I'm still a human being.”
Is
Diamonte getting emotional?
There is an anger in his eyes. There is a vulnerability that I haven't seen before. I fucked. I definitely fucked up.
I'm struggling right now, “Diamonte---”
“I'm not
the person you think I am. I told you what means the most to me.
Completion. You think I want to leave this world and not have
someone that I love? Ever. You think I'd feel complete at the end
of the day?”
“Listen I'm
sorry.”
He stares at me for a second. He gets up off
the table, “I told you I don't need apologies. I need results.
Have a good night.”
POV of Diamonte Rose
I walk to work. A week has passed since the date I had with Asher. It went horribly like I thought it would. As I walk into the office he lifts his head up. I hate that I keep noticing how handsome he is. I look straight and notice his eyes following me. He's not trying to hide it. He does it every single morning. The desk next to his is Neverland and she quickly scurries up to her feet when I walk into the office.
“What is
it...” I ask.
I sit at my
desk. My table is pressed with paper work. I still haven't replaced
the Balooga whale and all this finance paper work is really setting
me back a little bit.
“Detective
Brody is sniffing around. He's been attempting to interview people
in the office.”
I had over a hundred people working for
me. I stare up at Neverland. She has my attention.
“About?”
“Sir...your
head husband.”
I roll my eyes, “Oh yeah. That.
Is that still a thing?”
“Detective Brody seems to
think so. I've sent out an email letting all employees know that no
one is to speak with the Detective.”
“Good. Make
sure Asher gets the memo.”
“Sir, may I?”
I'm
annoyed.
“You already
have your mouth open, you might as well say it.”
“Why
don't you just say what happened,” she explains at that moment,
“Throw Asher under the bus. He killed Alexander. Whether it
was passion or it wasn't...”
I roll my eyes, “He
says he didn't...”
“And you believe him?”
I
shouldn't. I don't know why I'm protecting this guy. I feel weak
and the look on my assistant's face feels like she may not trust my
decisions when it comes to Asher. She's right. Detective Brody is
sniffing around. I could easily just say what happened that night
and leave it up to Asher to defend himself. He isn't the most clever
guy in the world and it's no doubt he wouldn't have much of a leg to
stand on. I should just throw him under the bus. So why am I
hesitating?
Why am I acting soft?
There is a knock
on the door luckily and Neverland stops grilling me to go answer it.
She opens it. Remus walks into the office. He has on an expensive
suit looking like some type of sexy ass James Bond. Neverland's eyes
light up when she sees him. A lot of girls light up when they see
Remus. His tan brown skin, his chiseled jawline and his polished but
sophisticated look makes him that ideal man that most women grow up
thinking they will marry one day.
“Excuse me,” Neverland excuses herself like a little school girl with a crush at that moment.
She leaves the room and Remus is standing there.
“What's up
with the hottie?”
“She's not the first model I've
employed,” I tell Remus as he walks into the office, “You've
been around long enough to know that I hope.”
He grunts
as he makes his way to my desk and stands up at the desk, “No.
I'm not talking about her. I'm talking about the boy outside. Guess
my brother really is gone if you're having sexy guys around
here.”
He's talking about Asher. I have to clear my
mind of Asher. It's not a good look.
“But your
brother is gone.”
“And the first guy your with is
a chinky-eyed Adonis yo? Really?” he explains raising an
eyebrow, “Should I be worried?”
Remus is close.
He's real close. He's licking his lips right now. I knew Remus
always had a crush on me. What I didn't expect was for him to act on
it so fast after his brother was out of the picture. Remus is
standing on the edge of my desk now. His is glaring at me undressing
me with his eyes. He looks like he wants to bend me over this desk
right now and the way his body tenses up I swear he's about to do it.
“Shouldn't you
be sad? I mean your brother is dead.”
Remus shrugs a
little bit, “Shit happens, right?”
“Shit
happens.”
“Did you do it?”
The
question is glaring. Remus is staring me down wondering it. I know
they were never close but I still thought Remus would care a little
bit more. I figured he wouldn't be Alessa going off and blaming me
for it, but I did think he would at least be cheering her on.
I squint at Remus
challenging him at that moment, “I think you licking your lips
at me and coming in here grilling me is below your god damn questions
is unprofessional. I am your boss now, you know?”
Remus
raises and eyebrow, “And you fired my sister. Am I next?”
I
shrug, “Depends. How far along are you with my
collection?”
Remus laughs, “Your about your
business. I expect nothing less. All work and no pleasure. Fine.
I came to request a few extra hands with the line.”
“Hire
who you need.”
“How about that boy out
there.”
Remus looks at me and then looks at the door.
My heart is ringing at that moment. Remus is licking his lips again.
I know why he's doing this. He's doing this to get even with me.
He's doing this because I turned him down.
“He doesn't know how to sew,” I say.
Remus raises an
eyebrow, “I'll teach him how to cut patterns.”
“Remus
stop playing these games,” I tell him.
Remus walks across the desk at that moment. He grabs me up off my chair throws me on top of the desk and stands over me. He parts my legs with his body. He's so aggressive. NO one has ever been this aggressive with me in life. I was pretty sure they were all scared to. Even my husbands. Feeling Remus manhandle me like this is lowkey turning me on.
He is inches away from my mouth, “You stop playing with me.”
I push him hard.
I straighten my
outfit at that moment, “You can't have him. He's not
yours...”
That's when Remus is laughing.
“Wait. He
means something to you,” Remus laughs, “The Shade King,
the Evil Dictator, the Workplace Maniac has something that means
something to him? I never thought I'd see the day...no wonder you
all of a sudden aren't even turned on by me.”
Remus is
glaring at me. It's almost like he sees weakness lined all over me.
“He
doesn't mean shit.”
“Prove it.”
I
grab Remus at that moment. I am kissing him. My tongue jams down
how throat. Remus battles me to regain control. When I struggle
back he uses all his man power to lift me clear up off of my feet.
He wraps me around his waist at that moment. He's kissing me. His
tongues in my mouth and it tastes so good.
When he drops
me, he places me on all fours on my desk, throwing off all the
papers. He takes off my pants almost immediately.
“You
don't know how long I've been waiting to taste you again,”
Remus tells me.
He doesn't hesitate to remove my clothing. The pants are lowered and then then underwear. He slaps me hard on the ass. My ass vibrates from the force. I moan as he forcefully separates my ass cheeks and shoves his tongue in my ass.
He's eating me out and it feels beyond good. I can feel my body shaking while Remus's long tongue is forcing it's way into me. He licks the rims of my ass, clears into my bowels and uses his palms to squeeze at my cheeks.
His tongue
vibrates steadily.
I can't take it
and he knows this. I'm moaning loudly. I'm screaming at the top of
my lungs.
“Oh god!
OH GOD! OH!”
I forget where I am until the fucking
doors fling open! My mouth drops when I see Asher run into my
fucking office. This idiot thinks he's fucking superman. When he
runs in and sees what's happening he doesn't even turn away. He just
stares.
“Do you
know who the fuck this is?” Remus asks him at that moment, “You
just run into someone's office without asking.”
Remus
being forceful like this is a surprise. He's usually been the nice,
laid back Bautista clearly always eclipsed by the strong personality
of his sister and the success of his brother. I have to admit he
sounds authoritative. I can believe it...even though the sides his
mouth are glistening with his own saliva like he was Alessa watching
an episode of Masterchef.
Asher doesn't move.
He doesn't even look at Remus. He's staring at me when he says, “I
thought you were hurt. Neverland was away from her desk...I thought
you were in trouble?”
“So who are you Clark Kent?”
Remus asks him, “You're interrupting something. You can show
yourself out.”
Asher looks over at me, “Is that
what you want? You want me to leave.”
My heart is
beating. Asher's eyes have something in them that scares the fuck
out of me. He cares. What's even scarier is that I'm sitting here
caring about what Asher thought about me. He looks disappointed
right now and maybe hopeful. Maybe there are a bunch of other things
in his eyes that I can't figure out. I'm just staring back hoping
that it would start making sense. I remain silent, get off the table
and pull my pants up. When I do it's clear Remus lost his shot and
he's giving Asher the craziest look I ever saw.
“You've got to be kidding me,” Remus wipes his mouth before crossing to the room, “Where do you find these small brained pretty boys from.”
“Bruh, I don't
give a fuck that you're mad I'm cock blocking right now,” Asher
explains, “You probably don't even know what the fuck you're
doing back there.”
Asher mocking Remus is something that
I don't expect even more. If Asher knows who I am then he has to
know that Remus is Alexander's brother. Remus is a Bautista.
Remus looks over at me, “And you'd do better?”
Asher
doesn't skip a beat, “You had him moaning a little bit like he
stubbed his toe. I would have made Diamonte scream so loud you'd
think Isis infiltrated the building. He would have been going crazy
if someone interrupted us because he would have been having the time
of his life. He wouldn't be standing across the room with a look of
disappointment that he allowed himself to have a moment of
weakness---like he is now. Right now it'd be pure ecstacy on
Diamonte's face. Not regret.”
I can't help but to raise
an eyebrow of interest! My mouth kind of drops open at that moment
when Asher says what he says. He isn't backing down from Remus
Bautista and I have to admit it is the biggest turn on. Asher has me
stunned and he has Remus Bautista fuming. Remus is standing there
looking at me and him at that moment. He's giving me the shadiest
look I'd ever seen.
“You let this little punk talk to me like that?” Remus asks me.
I sit back at my
desk, “You're a grown man Remus. Your brother isn't here to
defend you anymore and I'm definitely not here to defend you.
Asher's right. It was a mistake. I'm far too busy. I need to get
back to work...if you can see yourself out.”
“Diamonte...”
Remus states.
He's shocked.
Asher doesn't hesitate to walk to the door at that moment. He walks
to the door and he opens it for Remus to walk out. Remus gives Asher
a look, he gives me a look and then he walks out of the room at that
moment.
Asher is standing there with a triumphant smirk on his face when Remus walks out of the room like he just won some heavyweight title.
“For a moment you had me worried,” Asher says.
I raise my head,
“What?”
That's when Asher takes off his shirt. I
swear looking at him without a shirt on almost makes me lose my
breath. Asher's washboard abs are something serious. His small
waist is amazing. His huge pectoral muscles are stiff and full. He
starts walking towards me with that sexy golden skin and throws his
shirt on the floor.
“I know what you were doing. You
were trying to make me jealous,” Asher explains before adding a
confident and egotistical, “It worked.”
He is so
cocky. He thinks he's god gift to man.
Fuck...maybe he is.
I just can't let him know it.
“You got me
confused,” I stop him in his tracks, “Is my name Brian?
John? Dante? Rio? Shawn?”
“Who?” he asks,
“I don't even know those names.”
“Exactly.
Who cares who they are? I'm not one of your fans Asher. Them abs
are dope. Your face is perfect. There are so many random boys who
would kill to just be able to touch you. I'm not one of those boys.
It takes more with me.”
Asher is confused. I don't think anyone has ever really turned him down---especially not with his shirt on. He looks down at his body as though wondering if I didn't see what he saw. He literally had the best body I'd ever seen in my life and we both knew it.
“You sure you
don't want this?”
He's puzzled. He doesn't know what to
do with himself. Being attractive is all that's mattered to him.
It's all that's counted.
“You are
going to be reassigned to work for Remus for a week. If you don't
know who Remus is...he's the guy that you just cussed out. He needs
an assistant.”
“You're joking.”
“You
couldn't afford for me to tell a joke,” I respond.
“Diamonte---”
“You're
still here.”
It's not a question.
I watch as he turns and leaves.
I spend the rest
of the day getting some work done and by the time the day ends I am
walking out. I turn to where Neverland was sitting. She looks up at
me.
“Leaving sir?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Sir..”
“What
is it Neverland?”
“What I said earlier...about the
boy,” she starts off, “I can make it happen. They found
finger prints at your home. One anonymous tip off and we can place
Asher at the scene of the crime. This headache goes away...just like
that.”
I think about it for a minute. Neverland has a
point. She is looking at me as though she almost wants to do it. I
wonder why. Neverland did bury Alexander. She had her own
motivations. This girl wasn't a pushover. I had no doubt she had
done some shady shit to even get so far up the totem pole but this
motivation that she has now. Is she worried she might get caught up
in this if Asher doesn't take the fall.
Should I be worried
about the same thing?
“No,” I tell her.
She nods, “Goodnight
sir.”
She looks at me differently when I leave the
office and I can't help but to think about the stare Neverland gives
me. It was a look of doubt. I wasn't used to that look. With all
my assistants there was this fear. Deep inside I didn't want people
to be afraid of me. That's not what I was about. However sometimes
that's the best way.
Fear had a point of making people respect you.
When people respected you they got things done.
But the thing about
people being afraid of you is that it empties you. I look around my
condo right now as I'm home. I'm alone. My dead husband's memory is
the only thing left of this house. I look at my phone.
I
don't want to be alone.
I don't want Asher to be afraid of me.
Why the fuck was I
still thinking about this boy?
That's when my phone rings.
I answer it. It's late. No one calls me at this time of night. It's a collect call...from the Los Angeles Men's Central Jail.
“Hello?”
“It's
me.”
“Who is me?”
“Asher.
Someone tipped them off. They know Diamonte! They know! I'm in
jail!”
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