Asher's Heart

Chapter 38

"What were doing then, Anderson?" he asked.

Someone would think he would have stopped calling me Anderson now that we were dating. No such luck there.

"I came to wake you up," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Good thing you did," he leaned down and my breath hitched. I closed my eyes as my lips awaited his.

I felt the soft brush of his lips on my eyelid, trailing down the side of my face. I opened my eyes to see his soft hair tickling my nose as he brushed his lips over my neck.

My heart beat out of my chest, the skin burning wherever his lips touched.

"I could get used to this," he murmured, looking back into my eyes. His eyes were a deeper color than usual and it excited me as much as it scared me.

"Me too," I breathed.

He smiled at me and sat up, the covers still covering the lower part of his body and I wondered if he was wearing anything underneath. I blushed at my perverted thoughts.

He stood up, the covers falling behind. He was wearing a pair of boxers. I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed.

"Wanna join me?" he asked.

"I already took a shower," I answered.

"I had a chance then," he smirked.

Good thing I had something to throw this time. "No!" I threw a pillow at him.

He easily caught it and laughed. "A guy gotta try," he said throwing it back. It landed beside me. He disappeared into the bathroom.

My eyes fell on my phone still in my hands and I sighed. Will I ever be able to pull a prank on him?

I straightened my hair and my top.

As I stood to go downstairs and hang out with Ashton until Asher got ready, his phone rang. I couldn't help but peek at the caller's ID and my mouth dried up.

Why was she calling him?

Didn't she know he was no longer available? It was Jessica, the actress who thought she and Asher made the cutest couple. Well, the fans thought that, but it didn't matter. What mattered was why was she calling him?

I waited for the ringing to stop. When it finally did, a thought came to my mind. I wanted to know what she was gonna say. I doubted I was gonna like it, but I was curious.

The phone rang again after some time. Should I? No, it's not right. It couldn't hurt. I should respect his privacy. No, I won't answer it.

By the time I could come to a decision, the call stopped.

I sighed in relief that I wouldn't have to decide. But then it rang again.

Fuck it! I would deal with it.

I sent it to voicemail and put it on loudspeaker.

"Hello rock star," her annoyingly sweet voice sang. I wanted to vomit.

Before I could listen anything else, the phone was snatched from my hands and the speaker turned off. I didn't hear him come. I looked up to see Asher, a towel wrapped low around his waist and his hair dripping wet. I would appreciate the view if I weren't glaring at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me and then went to the balcony to receive her call.

What the fuck?

I scoffed. He chose her over me. Over me?!

Okay, I shouldn't have tried to put my nose where it didn't belong, but she called thrice. Who called thrice in less than a span of five minutes if it wasn't something important? I was just helping him. What if it was something important? I was just getting a message for him. Yeah, right. As if a message is taken through eavesdropping a voicemail.