Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 20: Chapter 20

DEMI

I know I should forget it. Heck, I should have forgotten all about it by now, the way I struggle to remember what Ashley's lips felt like when we kissed but every time I look at the man in front of me, the evergreen memory of that thirty seconds long kiss all comes flooding back. I watch him rise, a conspicuous scowl on his face as he walks up to me.

"Thank you, Rachel. You can go back to your desk." I hear the clomp of the smallish secretary's shoes as she skitters away. My eyes remain trained on Ashton. Would I have struggled to forget the kiss if Ashley had been in his place? I continue to wonder as his bluish orbs of eyes peer into my soul. What exactly is this pull? The more I ruminate over the kiss, the more I realize that the act itself isn't the reason I get flustered around Ashton; it's the man himself.

"Gris, if you would excuse us."

The bespectacled man bows and quietly leaves. Ashton and I hold each other's gaze for a moment longer. His face is impossible to read.

"I have a very important meeting to attend this morning and I should be preparing for it. This better be good, Branson."

Though his eyes are flat and his voice cold, it fails to register the silent threat. I don't know if this is a good or bad thing. Thus, I tear my eyes away from his daunting ones to survey his office. It's a cozy space with minimalistic designs. There's barely any clutter at all. Every art, furniture and even potted plant seem to be needed to complete the look. I imagine that even trying to move a paper clip will be risky as it will instantly be noticed, terribly missed and frantically searched for.

My eyes return to Ashton's face. His facial muscles are a little bit relaxed now and he doesn't look like he wants to rip my head off for ruining his day a little shy of eight am.

"Yes, this is still about the kiss." I blurt out his suspicion. Before he can finish rolling his eyes, I continue. "I'm not losing sleep over it but apparently Ashley is." Ashton's eyes soften with concern.

"What makes you say that?"

He's been avoiding me. He didn't speak to me this morning and hasn't returned any of my calls. I need you to help me talk to him."

I hate that I have to beg like this. I need Ashely back on my side so Liam doesn't foil my plans by making a grand entrance. Liam is very impatient and erratic. He's being sending me a countdown to his self-introduction to the quadruplets. I am not ready to have one more man hovering around me.

Ashton scoffs and returns to his seat. He reclines in the chair with a hand on his chin. My breath catches once more. He looks very different under this light. Instantly, I realize I might as well be staring at Asher given the sophisticated and ambitious bent, Ashley given the sultry smile on Ashton's face, Ashal with the eyes that seem clear yet full of secrets. The all-black outfit in this moment is the only thing that screams Ashton, until he opens his mouth again.

"What do you care? You don't give a fuck about any of us. It's no secret, Branson how much you keep your distance from us, even Ashley who chose to be with you and treats you like a decent human being. The only time you let us breathe close to you is when you don't have a choice, case in point being your kiss with Ashley." His leans forward and steeples his fingers like his father normally does. "And ours was purely a mistake. Even if Ashely had been in my place, I a certain you only allowed yourself to go that far for personal gain. To that end, I am glad that my brother wasn't there but me."

and caring. Yes, I admit that at first, I was wary of him because of his reputation but after spending time with him,

rest of us. He's not interested in finding love so reduce your expectations. I'll tell you what I know. My brother isn't avoiding you; he's just back to

it and leave us alone." I hate how he says that with a straight face. My eyes sweep his office again as I consider if it's worth bugging his office by planting the listening devices in my bag. Nah. I

talking to you. You're not as reasonable as you look." When I swivel to leave, he rounds up on me, a dark, feral look in his eyes. My breath catches and absently, I find my

I am pressed against his desk. His eyes hone in on my quivering lips. My heart is racing wildly. Delicious little fires erupt inside me as his breath fans my face. His arms are clamped on both sides of the desk, trapping me with the heat of his body. We lock eyes and I fear I will get

forward and whisper in his left ear. "It's Mrs. Ashley Rollins to you." His shoulder droops and immediately,

Anna places a plate of pasta and some wine in front of me. She's currently working full time at

okay? You're red in the

thoughts of what could have happened between me and Ashton if I hadn't left the second I did, down

when I empty my

quickly." She demands. "I can

just had a little tiff with Mr. S. I'll call you later and tell you all about it." I stare down disinterestedly at my food. I can't stomach it. I need to see mother, urgently. After paying for the untouched food and

figure out the particular Rollin quad that I married that night. It was all spelt out in my late mother's diary which I stumbled upon while cleaning aunt Elizabeth's room. I have to

note the brother who consistently stuck with whiskey. For a long time, their orders varied

stand which is a staple for the quads. My original plan was to fake a pregnancy, create enough buzz with Billion-Err to get the Rollins family to accept me into their home. However, the Ash Rollins I had met in that club was broken and in pain. He wasn't just drinking

despite hard proofs. Hence, the mess I find myself in right now. My head aches. I don't know why it stings that Ashley has plans with Nicola or why I can't get Ashton out of my head. I am human after all. However, in spite of the confusing thoughts, I have no

"Mother?"

front of me. Tears shimmer

is

let the tears fall freely now and collapse at her feet. "Nothing is okay, mother. Everything is wrong." I lay my head

you mean? What

up against me." She wipes the tears running down my face as I carry on. "Your sons, they're making me go crazy. I know the circumstances under which I got married and lord knows I have tried

you?" Mother

They all keep switching on me still. Mother, Ashley and I have recently been growing as friends. I don't know if it'll lead to more but after our kiss at the

"And?"