Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

ASHTON

I have less than a second to think through the mush in my head caused by Demi’s entrancing presence and get us both out of this hot mess. Just as my door begins to crack open, I flick off the light switch which was luckily already on a low setting and clasp a hand over Demi’s mouth to muffle any sound. Then I heft her into my bathroom and click the door shut.

"Ash? Are you asleep already?"

When Ashley pokes his head in and turns on the light, he sees me patting my hair dry with a small towel. "Oh, there you are."

I plop on the arm of my couch. "What is this about?" I ask grudgingly. The last time we spoke, it was a heated conversation. I am still pissed at him for acting so immature. Hence, my attitude.

"Hey, I’m really sorry about last time. It was stupid of me to misjudge you like that." Ashley makes himself comfortable on my bed and I grit my teeth. If he’s feeling cozy, this conversation could span hours. I can’t have that, not with Demi freaking in my bathroom.

"I know Demi and I are only married on paper. However, I believe that as her lawful husband, there should be obvious differences between me and you guys being her brothers-in-law. I should have certain rights exclusive to my position. Things like you knowing her passcode when I don’t or you being able to make her feel a certain way just by being in the same room with her makes me go crazy sometimes..."

"I get it, Ash. Whether your marriage is on paper or not, you’re a real couple to Danvarr. I know I can be a hothead and insist on having my way irrespective of how it makes others’ feel. I’m sorry. I’ll give you and your wife the space you need to bond. We’re good." I lurch to my feet, spurring Ashley to do the same.

"Thank you for your understanding, man. For a second, I feared you might actually be in love with her." Ashley chuckles as we share a look meaningful look with each other. If he’s here to force words out of my mouth, it’s not working. I feign a smile at him in return.

"I’ll be on my way now." But then he stops by the door and turns to me with a suspicious air. "By the way, Mila texted Asher to ask if you were home as she hasn’t been able to reach you." Though he doesn’t say the remaining part ringing in his head which is, ’I found that strange because you told us the two of you spent the entire evening together,’ I get it from the wink he goes on to give me.

"Women, am I right? They can be quite clingy."

"Unfortunately, it’s usually not the ones you care about." My reply temporarily stuns him.

"Could you um, help me with Demi’s passcode? I’d like to say goodnight."

And there it is, the immature Ashley sprouts his head again. I toss my towel aside. "The husbandly thing to do will be to ask your wife directly if she’s comfortable with that, not try to finagle it from someone else who happened to see it accidentally. I think Demi will appreciate the respect."

"Right." Ashley nods and grabs the door finally. "For a bachelor, you give good advice that nearly rivals Ashal’s. I’ll be stopping by for more marriage advice."

With a soft laugh, he bids me goodnight and leaves. I exhale deeply. The weird thing with Ashley is that you can never truly know if you’ve managed to fool him or he fooled you.

Did he really not suspect a thing, not even Demi’s night cologne hanging thickly in the air? I go to tap softly on my bathroom door.

"He’s gone. You can come out now."

Demi steps out quietly, a huge blush on her face. I get it. Now, we really do look like we’ve been up to something bad. She literally hid in my bathroom while I hastily tried to get rid of her husband from my bedroom. It looks wrong from every angle.

"Ashley could be watching my room. You leave now and he’ll see."

Demi bites down on her lower lip. "What do I do?"

One look at me and I know she’ll dread the idea.

"We have no other choice." I confirm the fear swimming in her eyes.

From my spot on the couch, I watch her sleeping peacefully on my bed for the next three hours. Damn, has she always been this beautiful?

I force myself to look away. I have never coveted anything that belonged to any of my brothers and I won’t start now. Besides, it’s best for me to keep away from Demi. Her safety and peace of mind depends on it. Father doesn’t bluff. I won’t be able to bear it if he makes Demi suffer like Olivia.

In the wee hours of the morning when I am certain everyone is in their beds, I rouse Demi awake. She purrs like a satisfied cat and stretches like a newborn swaddled all night.

"It’s time to go." I ignore a clawing need to stroke her messy hair. My bed will never feel the same again and I am truly glad. I tell her exactly what to do to avoid suspicion.

the housekeepers are already up. Keep your head up and walk. Go downstairs and get a juice box

"Mhmm."

set her down. Now, she looks so small and cute. In the dim light, Demi stares longingly into my eyes. Heat flares up my groin as she runs her hand through my hair. I don’t even flinch or stop her

watching my door. Even with my best talking game, there’s no way I can talk my way

a breath and throw myself on my bed. Her scent

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offend her even though I don’t owe her an explanation for how I choose to spend my time. I just need a distraction from a LOT of things, Demi included. Mila is kind and she’s a dream find but she and I

to keep my mind off father’s threat and Demi in my bed so I texted the strange lady through my

had merely resolved to go on the date in my head to spite Mila for fast tracking our friendship into a fully blown relationship through her dad. Now, I am

anything to my father. I am shocked he

the way I see it, our parents are going to ruin that for us really soon if we

gone, she leans conspiratorially

date seriously, it should be our decision not theirs. I have a bad history of treating things or people forced into my hands in a way I am not proud of. You really don’t deserve that. So, you tell daddy that his princess wants to take

my lips. "And what if his princess only likes fast things? Fast food? Fast cars? Fast rides?" She moves to

like a woman who likes to be used by men merely

stereotypical of men to think they are the ones always using women. I have needs and you have the genitalia to fulfil them. End

in a smile. "Go on,

don’t know it yet. I am still searching but what I do know is that casual sex doesn’t do it for me anymore. That’s why I am going on this date. Who knows, a couple more and I might just make a connection that will hold forever." I surge to my feet. "Don’t give me that look, Mila.

you don’t

"Which part?"

me?" She

I just prefer we

and peck her forehead. "I’ve got a fast car I

expecting Demi to barge in like before. I know neither can happen because I already blocked her number and she wouldn’t come to my workplace so soon after we narrowly escaped being accused of something heinous. Still, I allow my imaginations fly and expect to hear her heels clicking on the floor towards

make arrangements for dinner at a remote diner. I prefer it that way. When

we can do lunch together. I still have doubts about his attitude last night and I want to spend more time with him and

do lunch today?

sighs over the phone. "Crap man, I’m so

the way at the HQ? How are they having lunch together?

"Ash, you there?"

Gris was trying to get me to sign a few papers. You said you’re already having lunch with Demi? That’s fine. I think I’ll just

man. I would have loved

do it some other time.

here daydreaming. I fucking hate myself right now. Why am I overthinking last night? It meant

throw myself back into work, forcing Gris to cringe as he watches me take things off his plate. I make plans for a customized car exhibition we have been planning. I take calls from our loyal customers and answer whatever questions and complaints they have.

"Sir, sir?"

jerk awake to find Gris’ bespectacled face hovering over

it’s seven pm. Everyone’s

since you’re still

leave before you

my desk. Shit, I have a freaking date by seven thirty. After thanking Gris, I grab my things and rush to my car. I have everything I need

I am prepared to

door and go in, I fail to find anyone matching her outfit description in the booths. Just then, I get a text from her apologizing for her lateness and claiming that she’s five minutes

a drink and slink into a cozy booth at the far end of the diner. It’s completely away from the other booths and allows for more privacy incase someone else happens

watch, my date is still yet to arrive after twenty minutes. Have I been pranked or something? Is this what Mila feared? What if this person isn’t really interested in a date and I have been lured here

face, fluttering my long, black curls. I shrug on my

from the diner, slightly hidden by a wall. At first, she doesn’t appear to be actively trying to stay hidden but when my eyes

that sounds, who else would be

have alerted her as she takes to her heels. My steps increase to a light jog but as I reach the corner, I am only just in time to see her slide into a cab and zoom off. I can’t even make out her face in the dimness. Too bad

I call Mila immediately.