Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 48: Chapter 48

DEMI

This is ridiculous. I can’t understand a thing Ashley is saying right now.

"Don’t make me repeat myself, Demi." He bellows, pointing to his door. With a small sigh, I quickly skim through some of the terms of the altered contract.

"Sex at least thrice a week with protection? Date night once a week? I am to inform you of any plan to deviate from my regular daily schedule of work? All new friends I intend to keep close must be introduced to my husband latest two weeks after meeting them?" Disgusted, I rip the papers in half and dunk them on his bed. His eyes are red hot with anger now.

"What the hell did you do that for?"

"Really, Ashley? You went to such great lengths to alter a contract we both signed without my consent? Did you really think that would hold up in court? We are a married couple! Unilaterally altering our agreement is like trying to divorce me without my knowledge. It doesn’t work that way."

"Don’t try to educate me!" He snaps back. "I know exactly what a valid contract is and with your signature on those papers, our new agreement will stand. There’s nothing irrational about my terms. They’re pretty normal for regular couples but most especially, they’re less ridiculous than your ’no sex’ clause in a fucking marriage contract!"

He’s angry. I can’t pinpoint where all this bitterness is stemming from. Is he still sulking about last night? I thought we were past that.

"Ashley, talk to me." He jerks his chin free when I try to touch him. "Making hasty decisions while one is angry doesn’t allow for the use of good judgment. You’re still pissed at me over what happened last night. I get it. Take it out on me. I deserve it but please don’t bottle your feelings inside." I stab a finger towards the contract documents on his bed. "That isn’t you, Ashley. You’re just reacting to the pain you’re feeling. You’re smarter than that."

He wrenches my hands off his shoulders. "Don’t patronize me, Demi." With a small gasp, he shifts back. "Wow, you’re a good actor, standing here and pretending that you give a damn about me."

"But I do..."

"No, you don’t!"

"Yes, I do, Ash. The fact that I am not willing to share your bed doesn’t negate that. I still care about you but you’re only used to a woman showing you love in the sheets. That’s what this is really about, right?"

"Don’t you dare gaslight me. I am not the liar here." He spits with venom. At my shock at his words, he edges closer and leers down at me. "Don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about."

My eyes start to sting with tears as he follows up with more caustic remarks. "I know what I am and I have never pretended to be someone else. I sleep with women I find attractive and make sure they have a good time. I don’t force myself on any one of them; I merely give them the kind of sexual experience they’ve probably only fantasized about, with their consent of course. But you? You pretend to be an open book but there are layers to you that no one could ever really get to the end of."

I dab my misty eyes. "Stop speaking in riddles, Ashley. Spell it out. What have I done this time?"

"I thought you only had eyes for my brother and while I am still struggling to forgive you and get over the hump of your betrayal, I realize you also have a secret man outside? Jeez, Demi."

A man? Liam? Nicola must have gotten to Ashley, no doubt. My suspicions are right. This is Nicola’s doing.

"A man?" I repeat.

"You know exactly who I am referring to. Yes, Nicola told me about your little affair. I didn’t believe her at first, not even after she showed me a video her friend made where I could clearly see a strange man holding your hand and tugging you out of the store without a single complaint from your end. Like a fool, I ignored her assumptions and defended you. Then I recalled that the man is no stranger to you after all. I have seen him around you once. It can’t be a coincidence that you two keep having lunch at Anna’s, right?"

"You came by Anna’s today? That phone call earlier, was that your way of trying to confirm my whereabout because you doubted me?" I sink down on the bed. "Why didn’t you just ask me, Ash? If you’re so desperate for us to strive towards being a regular couple, why didn’t you choose to trust me first and then ask me directly what my relationship with the young man is? Instead, you followed me."

you possibly have cooked up this time, huh? I

reconnected while I was working at Rahl’s. After my parents died, I came to Danvarr to start a new life with my aunt and niece. It was really hard to acclimatize to my new life, especially given that I was still grieving and wouldn’t open up to my aunt or cousin. I spent my days mourning

supposed to cut him off simply because of our marriage? He and Anna are all the friends I have made that have doggedly stuck beside me. They’re my constants. I need them. I needed them when I was thrust into this new life with you to help me make sense of everything. I still need them. I only ever see them during my lunch break. That’s the only time I can spare. The secret meetings at the book store and the restaurant wasn’t because I was trying to hide an illicit affair but because I was being careful so the paparazzi don’t capture us and write some false article about me again." I drop my head in my hands and sob softly. "When is it ever going to end? How long do I have to endure the distrust simply because I

phone, unlock it and chuck it at him. Liam had already informed me that they planned to tap my phone. I can’t act like I’ve got anything to hide, especially not in front of Ashley who has

system again but I get a grip on myself. Ashley’s facial muscles are yet to relax even with my tear-stricken face. I never thought he could stick to his guns for this long. He must truly be riled up. I wipe my tears dry and get on my feet, ready to leave. Ashely

can’t blame me for being like this. Just last night you..." He stops himself from reliving

texts with Charlie are very few and friendly. There are no other suspicious texts messages between me

"Demi."

not right now." I beg him with red-rimmed

mean to make you feel hurt. I was blinded by anger combined with the shock

what we’ve become. Ash? Suspicious and distrustful of each other? It’s all my fault. I ruined a good

the contract and the vile accusations. Please, let me make it up to you." My face all dry now, he tugs at my cheeks and stares intently at me.

and sad to realize this, sad because his lustful eyes are a good indicator of lingering

know I’ve hurt you and I have a long way to go to win back your trust. That’s all that’s important to me right now." My words

have time to exhale in relief when I run into Ashton just outside Ashely’s door. We’ve not had a chance to speak to each other since the night he found

after all. I can’t even

for some tacit acknowledgment or the briefest flash of emotion on his face. Nothing. He

the hallway where he had gone and wonder if he’s putting up an act for my best interest. I need to believe it. Ashley and Asher have both insinuated

doesn’t pop out from the corner to wink at me as I silently hope so I turn back to my door. I guess this is it. Liam did say Ashton voted to have my phone tapped. I think he’s eager to get over me. The old Ashton is back and there’s nothing I can do. I have no one now to make me feel

on the bright side, Demi. At least this way, you

I set up a new

***

real conversation with his alias, Charlie,

like a gentleman, I know it’s all his tactic for keeping a close eye on me. Luckily,

accepting Ashley’s new contract. I don’t know how I would have handled it knowing fully well that divorce is not an option right now. I can’t let anyone kick me out of the mansion before my plan is set in

same room with Ashton is hard because I am constantly forced to avoid his eyes. The few times I get away with staring at him long enough to witness him glance my way, a small tear appears in my heart because Ashton never allows his eyes sit on my

work even though my workload has doubled with Nessa’s sudden sick leave. Asher finally makes me eat my words as he forces me to man her desk. My feet hurt from running around in heels all day, getting Asher’s favorite coffee

elevator?" He asks with a small frown. I wait

office. I had to walk a good distance on these heels even with the elevator." I offer him the paper bag with his preferred sandwich and coffee. "Little wonder Nessa

one and this time, your legs better run faster than your mouth so the

"But sir..."

on your way,

secretary?" Josh interrupts from the doorway. Honestly, I have never

that she’s also your sister-in-law." Josh covers a hand over his mouth. "Oh

face and his sudden hurry to

mere office rivalry. What could Josh have against Asher and why does he boldly show his resentment without fearing for his job? Asher is Brett Rollins’ son for goodness’ sake and no matter how fond of an employee the boss might be, he will never favor him over his own son. So, why is Josh able

a little ego stroking, that man will spill his guts in no time. The door to Asher’s office swings open and Josh comes out with a satisfied smirk on his face. I am guessing he won that round. He peers down at