Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 42: Chapter 42

DEMI

"It was a close shave. I don’t know how he spotted me from afar. Maybe the stupid red jacket gave me away." I gasp as I recall Ashton heading speedily in my direction that night. If he had broken into a run from the diner, he would have caught up with me long before I could flag down a cab. Even while I slid into the cab, I was scared to death all through the journey that he would intercept us somehow.

"Does he suspect you?" Liam asks over the phone.

"I don’t think so." Ashton and I haven’t spoken properly since the night in his room. I still can’t get him on the phone even though every other family member can which affirms my suspicion that he has blocked me. I don’t know why he would do that. Could this rash decision be as a result of the awkwardness of the date night? The energy between us has been off ever since that night.

"Be careful." Liam chimes.

"Anything from Ashley so far?

"Nothing unusual. Nicola is eagerly pursuing him. She is desperate to win him back. They sext all the time. If I get something useful, I’ll let you know."

"Okay."

I don’t say it but it feels strange to realize how unbothered I feel about my husband sexting his ex. Meanwhile, I had felt some type of way when Liam had told me about Ashton and Mila. If I ever doubted my feelings for Ashton, this is the defining moment that clears that up. I shake my head, hoping to distract myself from that hot realization.

"How is it going with Ashal and the penthouse?"

"I am still on it."

Liam sighs. "And the HQ? Anything?"

"Asher lets me sit in during meetings now. I’m trying to befriend his secretary. I suspect she knows more about Asher and the company than she should. She is Asher’s longest serving secretary. I don’t think it’s solely because of her efficiency."

"Step on it." Liam hangs up.

"Was that a personal call?" Josh asks, entering my office.

"Family emergency. I apologize."

"I’ll let this one slide. Hope everything is alright though."

"Yes. Thankfully."

His big eyes dart suspiciously around. "I’ll let you get to work."

"Yeah."

Sheesh. What’s his deal? Is he an actual employee here or a spy for HR? Even Asher, the boss’ son, actually puts in the work. Somehow, Josh struts around like he can get away with anything.

His arrogance amazes me. It could be because Mr. Rollins is super fond of him. They have lunch together every other day and from what I have heard from the staff cafeteria, Mr. Rollins might even prefer spending time with this employee to doing the same with his own son.

A few employees gossip about the closeness of the boss and his employee, citing it as Josh being desperate to brownnose the boss because Asher is too focused on work.

I do find it strange. However, I have seen Josh deliver a sterling performance. He does have some skills that necessitate Asher viewing him as a threat. Josh clearly has his sights set very high, maybe as high as chief operating officer and chairman of the board of directors in the future, two dreams that make Asher quake in his boots.

Whatever their beef is, I don’t want to know. I just hope Josh stays out of my business.

My eyes stray towards Nessa’s office. She has been acting strange all morning. Her mood has been off. She barely responded to my greeting earlier.

Asher came in a bit late today. He has also been cranky like his secretary. I can’t imagine what’s up with them. Did something else happen at the AGM that I missed? Is he mad at her for not representing the company well or something?

I ignore both of them. At least one good thing came out of this; Asher hasn’t been yelling for me every half hour and rudely disparaging my efforts. He has been calm all morning. The few times our eyes met, he blatantly ignored me.

Nessa gets up and heads for the restroom. With fewer eyes on me and less work landing on my desk, I try to call Anna. Her line hasn’t been connecting all morning. The last time we had met in her workplace, Asher’s visit had put me on edge. I have questions. I hope Asher isn’t troubling her again. Still, that’s not the reason I’m trying to reach her. Today is a special day for her family, a hard one and I always call to cheer her up. It’s her father’s death anniversary.

Nessa’s landline starts to ring. I stare towards the bathroom. She isn’t back yet. Since I have less to do, I jump at the opportunity and strut over to take the call.

"Good morning. Thank you for calling Rollins Enterprise. This is Demi Branson. How may I assist you?" I think my high pitched, exotic accent is good enough.

"Demi?"

I stare down at the phone and replace it on my ear. "Who’s this?"

"Where’s my secretary and what are you doing taking calls on her desk?" I whip my head to find Asher outside his office, staring daggers at me. I jam the phone back in place and clear my throat.

"Nessa went to the bathroom. I just wanted to help." Darn it. Why did it have to be a call from this blowfish? Like his father, I can never please Asher so it’s best to not try. Where other employers will deem me diligent, Asher will only scold me.

"Don’t ever do that again. Know your place." His brows are furrowed with annoyance. This must be stemming from our unpleasant conversation last night.

"Copy that, sir."

"Go get Nessa. It’s urgent."

Nodding, I make my way to the bathroom. When I step into the posh female restroom, the stalls all look empty. I notice a locked door at the extreme. Someone sniffles quietly.

"Nessa? You in there?"

sound follows a hasty unlocking of the stall. Nessa steps out with slightly red eyes and a blank face. She goes over to the sink

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

response is curt unlike what I am used to getting from her. She dries her hands with a tissue, dunks it in the

eyes stray inside the toilet she used. Curious, I go in. Nothing seems unusual until I spot a pregnancy strip with two clear lines in the waste bin in there. I wonder if it’s hers or someone else’s. Could she be pregnant? That would make sense given her mood swing. If she isn’t elated by her pregnancy, it only means her partner isn’t thrilled about

text Anna for

still don’t hear from her till my lunch

going for

my phone, surprised to find Asher by my

I’ll just have that and get back to work." Due to me usurping Nessa’s role, Asher chose to saddle me with more work to keep me

I am worried. It’s unlike her to be totally unreachable on her off day. I just wanted

off day from work knowing what it means to her family. They usually spend the

don’t understand the worried look on

are not the only one in her life." He jams both hands in

"I doubt that."

doesn’t have

now a man isn’t one

are you so sure? You two don’t keep

about each other but if Anna had a boyfriend, I’d know." I dig into my bag and unearth

time. I’m sure she’ll call or

that look in his eyes? Typical Asher wouldn’t want to hear a thing about my worries. He doesn’t give a damn about me or my friends so what’s with the encouragement? Like

that was just in my office. His face is all business and professional with the slight scowl that is his signature

sorry about last

flashes his Rolex at me. "You’ve got forty-five minutes left and believe it or not, you’re not going home unless you turn

own the place." I

***

escape from the mountain of work on my desk, I didn’t think for a second that

in seven hours today already. That should count for something. Come on Demi, you and I are

Asher and

befitting car of her own so she doesn’t always depend on others to drive her

cars at home. What does she need

those drivers and the cars yet you and your brothers keep buying cars every year." Asher fails to come up with a retort. "My point exactly. Look what happened at the AGM. We totally forgot

baby nor

"Asher!"

tie as

cars. You can pick whichever

taking her to the

would mother purchase a car for me if not

However, I keep a demure face and pretend to be a

me

not, mom. Demi, you’re done for the

"Thank you, sir."

I join mother in her SUV to Ashton’s company. On the way, she continues to apologize for not visiting me sooner or gifting me a car for my first job in the company. She makes more promises to give me even bigger gifts as I

mean he’s not in the office?" Mother

urgent matter to attend to and left this morning.

her behest, I make myself comfortable on the sofa while she speaks with Ashton on the phone. Even the low hum of his voice sends thrills down my arms. Staring at his desk, I recall the moment we had had when his

You’re just here to get a car." I remind

couch. That must have been an

he looked fine in his sleep with his hair falling like bangs over his face. His arms were folded on his chest. His position made me suspect

watch me for? I don’t recall how long I watched him either. I just know that he stirred awake while my eyes were still taking in his body and imagining his it

roused me awake. I played my part and stretched like a cat. Did I overdo it? I hope he didn’t suspect me. I guess not because he heaved me off

my hands in his hair. When he didn’t stop me, I knew he had more than platonic feelings for me. It was quite obvious from his eyes as they dipped to my lips. My

have tumbled on the bed shortly after but thankfully, Ashton showed great restraint and sent

Until now.

in, a little flushed to see just me in his office. Did he

whispers in a raspy voice. His eyes

to leave." I quickly explain. "She couldn’t wait

"Oh."

is palpable. Ashton frisks himself for his keys or phone or something, looking everywhere but at my eyes. I wring my hands nervously. Why are we being weird around each other? It’s not like we did anything bad in his room. Could there be another

didn’t pull you away from

It’s fine. I have it handled." He heads for his desk. "Mother said you needed a car?

with anything I get. I’m not

showroom." With

He pauses by the door, takes a moment

"What?"

a problem

would I have a problem with

Did I do

with all