Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 23: Chapter 23

ASHER

Nessa's lips are soft with just the right amount of friction to make my me hard. I have her backed up against a wall, away from the transparent glass wall that overlooks the city scape and of course in a blind spot from the camera in my office. Lust tingles my groin as I kiss her passionately while she writhes uncomfortably. Satisfied, I pull away and watch a crimson blush seep into her cheeks as she pants for air.

"I need to go, sir. Someone might walk in." She avoids my eyes coyly.

With a finger, I stroke her jawline. "I want to see you tonight." I stifle her protest with another mind-numbing kiss. "Tonight. The usual place." She concurs with a nod.

Someone clears their throat and we both look up to find Josh lounging by the door with a smug look on his face. His phone is up in his hand like he filmed us. Nessa wriggles from the caging of my arms and shaking like a leaf, she clasps her hands in plea. Josh enjoys a good throaty laugh at her pathetic whine for sympathy. Gritting my teeth, I order her to return to her desk immediately. While she scurries away, I return to sit behind my desk and adjust my tie.

"Asher Rollins, you and your brothers just can't help yourselves, can you?" Josh helps himself to one of the seats in front of my desk. His cocky grin frays my temper but I ignore it.

"I guess we can't help it. Like our father, we find it hard keeping it in our pants. You should be grateful father's no different or you wouldn't even be here." Now, it's my turn to laugh but rather than a throaty one, it's a low, deep laugh that manages to sound mocking and prideful at the same time. Josh grits his teeth.

"I guess we'll have to find out what father thinks of this video."

"Sure, go right ahead and tell him. Let me know when you plan to so I can bring Hayden Garcia along to that meeting." The mention of his former secretary smokes away the cockiness on his face. "You change secretaries faster than anyone else around here. Does father know why?"

Josh dumps an invitation card on my table. "My birthday party is in two weeks. You're not invited and I really don't want you there but father insists I be nice enough to invite you so make sure to come up with a good excuse to decline it." I flip open the card and skim through.

"Hmm. Looks like my schedule will be less busy by then. Can I bring a date? I can't guarantee it wouldn't be Hayden though." Josh wrenches the card away from my grasp and rips it to shreds in front of me.

"It's like you said. We Rollins men can't keep it in our pants. The only difference is that unlike you, I don't mix work with pleasure, in my office, during working hours."

"And giving back shots to married women in the backseat of your car at the parking lot is more honorable?" I lunge to my feet. "You better think twice before you try to come for me, Josh Randall. If I wanted to, I have all the information to ruin your image before the board so badly that even father can't overlook them." I chuckle softly. "The whole of Danvarr knows of the sexual prowess of my brothers and I. Heck, they've come to love us in spite of it. You won't achieve much with a stupid little kissing video. We'll turn the tables on you really fast. However, you're still pretty much a nobody and if a video of you leaks, people will bash you. Your poor mother will face backlash and be abused of not training you properly. They'll cast aspersions on your upbringing by a single parent and father will want no part of that stigma so he won't be in a hurry to claim you in public."

Josh only continues to grind his teeth in anger. "You know I'm telling the truth. Almost the same scandal but different outcomes for us. That's the difference between a legitimate son and a biological but secret bastard." I catch Josh's fist as it reels forward to deliver a punch up my jaw. "Delete the footage of me and Nessa or you'll be jobless and suicidal before the sun sets."

Grudgingly, Josh deletes the video in front of me before storming away.

"Happy birthday in advance, Randall." I call after him, earning a heated glare.

Alone, I run a hand across my temple as a small headache brews. The dizziness comes and goes. My phone rings and I frown at the caller ID. About time, I think. I lean back on my chair to take the call.

"Hey, Ash. What's good?"

you have a death wish,

the brain tumor in my head that I have been ignoring for weeks.

thinking impersonating me in Demi's room this

I sit up to deliver this one with a curious look in my eyes, "Why does Demi feel more comfortable being around you than her actual husband? Have you been hitting it behind our

answered my question, Asher. You made the rules remember? You have no right to impersonate me without my knowledge and permission to

on but Demi can't fool me. I went to get answers to the very question on our minds right now; why she is obsessed with finding the man who married her that night. I knew she wouldn't open up to me so I planned to play Ashley. However, it appears she's still miffed at him. I settled for her new friend, Ashal

to

weird energy between the two of you. At first, I thought she was just afraid of you. Heck, who can blame her? Then, I noticed it wasn't so much fear as it was

don't know what you're

It was of her own volition." I sigh. "Oh Ashton, she has definitely

her I married her at Blue Cove? Are you serious? What sick-twisted game are you playing

truth

"And?"

Personally, I don't think there's any big secret behind it all. She failed to get any love from Ashley and has been feeling quite lonely nowadays. That made her recall having a moment or connection with the mysterious Ash at Blue Cove so she went on a spree to find her

you tell me about any of this? At the very least, I wouldn't have looked like a fool when

Ashton repeats himself and all I can think of is

me to shepherd this little fire between you two. If she stopped by yours this morning, she might want to pick up from where we left off.

my phone. "You're so whipped for this one, huh, Ashton? I'm sorry but I am not done using you. You should have been smart enough to keep your

while since I

Olivia.

and soul. I still feel it whenever she kisses me, like the last time at the penthouse. It's

my phone on my desk. I had expressly forbidden her from calling me to avoid suspicions from Ashal. I can't alter that rule just to satisfy the hardness in the shaft of my cock. Ashton, the crazy, is already pissed at me. I can't have Ashal on my neck too, especially given his condition. He is utterly in love with Olivia. I guess I have to let

Olivia, maybe I wouldn't mind keeping Demi around to explore her feelings for Ashton and the lengths they could go if either was bold enough to try. I know for a fact that Ashton wouldn't dare let Demi know how to distinguish him. He also won't explore whatever feelings he might have for Demi. That's the problem with being so damn predictable. I toss my head back with a bright smile as I wonder what Demi is like in

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demeaning gaze at Demi's house, wondering how someone from such a humble background managed to move up in the world in one night.

as they open their door

them out

Asher, you're welcome. W-We weren't expecting

her side, her daughter