Asher felt the slightest urge to tell Drake to shut his mouth. He was no one to be fooled, he knew Drake was a sycophant. The only reason Drake invited him over to his house was to squeeze out money from him.
There was no need for all the stunts Drake was pulling up, in Asher's opinion. It wasn't a big deal to throw money on a pauper.
' I mean, isn't that the only thing they are good for?'
Asher regretted not driving into Drake when he stopped in front of his car, smiling like an idiot.
" So, you cheated on your fiance because she isn't as busty as you want her to be?" Asher said in a tone dripping with unhidden disdain.
Drake laughed. " You make it sound like she is even busty."
' I wonder how a woman could even end up with a guy like this.' Asher thought, tartly.
His eyes caught a glimpse of Lena who was staring at his car like it was the most absurd thing in the world as they stepped out of the house.
His expression turned even more sour, looking at her.
What was she doing here? Had she tracked him down because she wanted to cling to him after the night they spent together?
Asher had spent enough time with middle-class individuals to see how petty they might be in order to attract the attention of the wealthy. Was not that why she dared to trash him publicly? If she truly despised him, she wouldn't have let him make love to her. Despite being drunk, part of her should have known it was him.
But, who was he to complain? She may not have the most busty body but she was for sure sexy and extremely good in bed. He would give her round two that's if she begs for it.
" To think she isn't stalking me," Asher said with raw sarcasm as Lena looked at him.
Lena looked even more confused as she looked from Drake to Asher. His voice sounded vaguely familiar.
" Excuse you? I'm sorry, have we met before?"
Drake also looked confused by Asher's statement.
He glanced at him with a puzzled smile. " Do you know her?"
When Asher turned his head to look at Drake, Lena saw the cross tattoo on his neck. She was thinking about where she had seen the tattoo before it struck her like a rock.
The tattoo? That voice?
Then, she put all the pieces of the puzzle together. The driver was a relative of the Josh. He had the same tattoo as the man standing next to Drake. The stranger at the club had the same voice as him. The stranger is Asher Josh.
She had a one-night stand with the asshole she despised! From the looks of it, he knew who she was all along.
Lena looked at Asher with fiery eyes and a tightened jaw.
" Not exactly but she looks like someone I made love with last night," Asher answered with a casual expression.
" Oh. " Drake threw Lena a disgusted look before replacing it with a grin. " Come here, baby."
Asher's expression altered for the first time he'd come to Drake's home.
He watched with slightly widened eyes as Lena approached Drake and he put his arm around her waist before kissing her. Lena shuddered for a moment at the kiss. She tried to push herself off him but he held her face fiercely, his nails digging into her cheeks.
So, she was Drake's fiance?
Drake broke the kiss and cleaned Lena's lips with his thumb then smirked at Asher. This is Lena, my fiancé, whom I mentioned to you. You realize now that I told the truth, don't you?
Asher grimaced at Drake's words. He looked at Lena who was trying to fake a smile. He didn't want to imagine his friend was the one that afflicted those bruises on her.
Asher looked back at Drake. " You are a bastard."
Drake laughed. " Don't worry, she knows, I've told her before." he sighed and flicked a tear from his eye. " Baby, this is Asher Josh; he and I went to high school together. We are friends."
Lena stood between both men, boiling with resentment and heartache. Her mouth was itching her to say something to both of them but she struggled to remain quiet to not cajole Asher into telling Drake about the previous night.
" Can I have a talk with him?" Lena asked in a voice of forced calm.
Drake scowled down at her. " You just met him and you want to talk to him—"
" I'd also like to have a word with her." Asher cut him off, tersely.
Drake looked at both of them, with his brows knitted into a look of suspicion before disappearing into the house.
As soon as he left, Lena grabbed Asher's hand and dragged him behind his car. As they came to a halt, Lena didn't let go of his hand.
" So we are touching now?" Asher raised an eyebrow.
Lena glanced down at her hand on his and quickly took it away.
Glancing up at him because he was so goddamn tall, she said viciously, " Why are you here? Have you come to report me to my fiance?"
" Oh, so now you know who I am?"
" I am in no mood for your jokes—"
" Did I say anything funny—"
" Just answer the freaking question!" Lena snapped, her eyes glacial, yet, he kept staring at her with the same neutral expression.
God, how is it so simple to despise one human being?
" I won't be subjected to answering any questions from a wretched woman who has the audacity to talk to a man like me with disrespect."
Lena barked out a fake laugh and glared at him unbelievably. " So you are an asshole and also a narcissist? What a perfect description of a bitch."
The veins on Asher's cheeks bulged. How dare this wretched woman call him a bitch! She was calling him a dog. A female dog for the record!
" You will take that back right now." Asher pointed at her, warningly.
" Or else what? No, what would you do? Sue me. " She let out a big sigh. "You see, that is the trouble with you wealthy people; you lack civility and manners. You think you can get away with every goddamn thing you do because you have loads of money and connections! You are so angry I called you an asshole, yet you were the one who splashed muddy water over me and couldn't even stop and say sorry!"
Lena panted long and hard with the expectation of seeing a bit of regret for what he'd done in his eyes but he just kept on with that expressionless look she despised so much.
" I had no idea I splashed muddy water over you while driving. I mean, I don't look sideways while driving."
Asher had no clue of what he had done till she shouted it in front of everyone.
" And I am supposed to believe that."
" It's your business if you choose to or not, not mine. I don't appreciate you calling me vulgar names in public or anywhere else, for that matter. If you needed so much attention from me, you should have asked, there is no need for a wretch to have so much pride."
Lena sneered. " Why the hell would I need attention from you? You really have a lot of ego, don't you?"
" You are rich in denial." Asher retorted angrily, watching with loathing as Lena went scarlet with rage.
She stepped closer to him, leaving little room between them, and said, "That was why you slept with me, wasn't it? You took advantage of my drunken state to have your revenge on me, because I called you an asshole in public."
Asher stared unflinchingly into her eyes. " Your seducing spirit was hard to resist. We can agree we both had a good time exploring each other's bodies. Isn't that why you moved this close to me? You can't resist me and you are ready for round two already."
" I rather eat shit than sleep with you again!"
Asher's eyes smiled as he scoffed. " And I feel so disheartened."
He raised his hand to rub his eyes but made sure it brushed Lena's waist first causing her to shudder at his touch. He let out an even louder scoff at her sensitivity before turning to his car door.
"You should not go about like that; else, everyone would know you had the best sex ever."
He got into the driver's seat and glanced at Lena's infuriated yet surprised look through the rearview mirror. A small smile tugged the corner of his lips but he quickly replaced it with a frown.
He shouldn't be amused by her!
As he drove to his workplace, his mind went back to what Drake had said.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
No woman should be body-shamed no matter their financial status. There was nothing wrong with Lena's body as far as he could remember seeing her undressed.
She was a very pretty woman, undeniably.
Asher wasn't the type to take a liking to a woman because of the size of her ass or boobs. Looks weren't a criterion for any woman he'd love to be with. As far as she was wealthy and knew how to respect his privacy, she was good in his books.
It was disturbing how Lena still bore identity as Drake's fiancee despite seeing all those red flags. It wasn't as if Drake was wealthy.
So, what the hell is still keeping her tied to him?