𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 ↬ she's your basic, molded into the background, type girl. She does everything she can to stay unseen. The only people she can trust are her friends, but they don't even know about all of her trauma. No one does. She's just...
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Woah.
This place is huge. Huge, and really nice. Everything in here practically screams rich.
What have I gotten myself into?
It's so open in here, so airy. Tons of windows all over the place. Right when you walk in, there's a big living room to your left, with a big black sectional couch, chairs to match it, a glass table in the middle, and a giant flat screen on the wall. Past that are rooms and hallways.
To the right is a huge kitchen with a big black marble island in the middle and white barstools. Everything in the kitchen looks new. Like it has never even been used before.
And through a big doorway is a beautifully elegant dining room with a long table in the middle and a fancy light fixture above it. In front of me is an incredible staircase.
A crystal chandelier hangs over us and there's a big black rug lying over the hardwood floors. I have never felt more out of place in my life. I feel like I can't even breathe in here.
"Pick your jaw off the floor, love, you look like you're having an orgasm and I haven't even touched you," Asher's hot breath hits my neck as he whispers into my ear.
"I hate you," I say back, still distracted by his house. He lets out a low chuckle from behind me.
Out of nowhere, a man talking into a phone walks out of one of the long hallways in this place. He's tall, with short brown hair, and he's wearing purple slacks and a white button-up shirt tucked into it.
"I don't care just do i-" he stops as he sees us. "Whatever, listen I'm going to have to call you back. Just get it done," he growls into the phone.
Asher takes a step forward and slightly in front of me as the man hangs up his phone.
"Where have you been? And who's this?" He looks me up and down and I instinctively step a little further behind Asher.
"This is her," Asher grits his teeth. Asher looks really tense, angry even.
"This is her?" The man says in a shocked tone as his finger points at me. Asher nods.
The man's eyes meet mine. They look to be a dark and menacing shade of blue. A shiver shoots down my spine.
"Let's talk in my office." He turns and starts walking. I look up at Asher but he doesn't look back, he just follows. So, I do too.
We pass a couple of rooms until we're led into one in particular. It's a large room, like everything else in this house. It has a color scheme of dark green.
There are two bookshelves lining the walls and a brown desk in the middle of the room, one chair behind it and two chairs in front of it.
I slowly walk in, nerves lining my stomach, as the man closes the door behind me.
