Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 82: Chapter 82

ASHTON

"Ashton." Demi repeats nervously. I didn’t realize how uncomfortable I make her, since I came clean about our meeting at the Blue Cove, until now. Could Ashley have instilled more fear and hatred in her towards me? She casts sidelong glances, scanning the area, especially the apartment building at the end of the street.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stalk you like this but I needed to meet with you alone. I have a few things to clarify."

"I don’t need clarification, Ashton. That Chapter of my life is over." She begins to walk hastily away from me but my fingers grab her wrist in a vice like grip. She shifts uncomfortably. Again, her eyes keep skirting around like she expects Ashley or someone else to pop out and give us a hard time. "Let me go."

"Are you okay? You’re sweating bullets." She slaps my hand from touching her face and dabs away her own sweat. At the sound of a door cracking open behind me, I follow Demi’s shocked eyes back to the apartment building behind us but before I can make out the faces of the women stepping out, she yanks my arm towards her car.

"Fine! Let’s talk."

"I drove here."

"Then lead the way and I’ll follow behind."

I ignore her weird behavior, get behind my wheel and guide her towards a familiar place. Minutes after we park in front of the building, Demi and I fail to step out of our cars. My phone buzzes with her incoming call. With a ghost of a smile, I take the call while removing the straps of my seatbelt.

"Is this your idea of a joke? You didn’t have to bring me here. I clearly remember everything that transpired that night." Her voice is thick with emotion which tells me she’s still hurting. My heart splinters at the sound of a sniffle.

"I don’t mean to regurgitate sad memories, Demi but this is the one place I can be sure we won’t be interrupted. Like I said, I have some explaining to do. It may not change anything but it will help me sleep better at night knowing you have the full version of events. Can we go in? The owner lent me the space for an hour. There’s nobody inside."

Like I suspected, she pauses, breathing heavily.

"It’s alright, Demi. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. I just want to talk."

I hang up, get down from my car and go around to hers. She deigns to look at me when I tap on her glass before taking the back door into the Blue Cove, straight to the VVIP room where I met her for the first time almost five months ago.

The furniture has been changed but everything else is pretty much the same. Demi comes in behind me just as I frown at the bottle of Whiskey Donna left for me.

Demi’s face flushes with anger when she spots the drink.

"You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you trying to reenact that night?"

"It’s not what you think." I hurriedly explain as she whirls to leave. "I never asked for this. Donna must have left it out as a gesture of goodwill. We are not drinking."

Quick as a whiplash, I snag the tray and set it at the far corner of the room. Demi takes a seat, deliberately avoiding the spot she sat on that night. She’s very uncomfortable, I can tell. To help, I also take a different spot.

"Comfy?"

"Not really." She responds with a small shrug. "Well, you have my attention. Talk."

I shift my weight, trying for casual. "I had a pretty rough day that day. I fought with my family. I was reeling with shock and despair over the scars of an incident that happened years ago. Couldn’t forgive myself for it." Just the thought of it makes my voice shake. Demi’s eyes are fixated on me.

"What incident?"

I have never seen her more curious.

I shake my head. "We haven’t got the time to dabble into every small detail."

I have no desire to share my dark past with her but this is better than bluntly refusing to share the truth with her. From the look in her eyes, she isn’t satisfied with my answer but thankfully, she also doesn’t make a fuss about it.

"I was brimming with rebellion and wanted to get back everyone, the world, for the shitty way I was feeling. I came down here without my brothers and ordered a drink I had sworn never to touch again."

"Whiskey? Why?" Demi interrupts me again. "Why did you choose to stay off whiskey out of all other alcoholic drinks?"

Why is she nitpicking my story? The curiosity in her eyes will make her excel in a journalism career.

"I just did. No epic story behind it." I lie with my eyes down. "Anyway, I was determined to get so wasted my brothers would be called to come haul my ass out of here. Donna, the owner of this club is an old client of ours. I was counting on her alerting Asher. I don’t think there was anything I wasn’t prepared to do that night just to spite my family."

That’s not true at all. The truth that I keep from Demi in my head is that I wasn’t pissed at my entire family. I was mostly pissed at Asher. Coupled with the emotions I was feeling from the incident that led to the loss of lives years ago, I had just discovered what a douchebag Asher could be.

I had just learnt the truth about him and Olivia, how he was responsible for the incident that brought Olivia into our lives and how he intentionally plotted to dump her on Ashal, our sick brother. It was so cruel of him to use Ashal’s condition against him and watch him get blamed for everything. I was hurting for Ashal too.

So, I went to the Blue Cove dressed like Asher and ordered whiskey knowing my entire family will not suspect me since I had sworn to stay off whiskey. I planned to impersonate Asher and do such crazy things that will make the news so the position he covets in Rollins HQ as well as his reputation will be tainted. For once, the meeting at the living room downstairs would be called because of him.

selfish act against Ashal. He had betrayed his own brother to protect his precious reputation before father and the

never planned for just as Ashal was. I was prepared to do some damaging things just to deal with Asher. If Demi hadn’t showed up

after the annulment while

I was prepared to own up to my mistake and give Demi a quick annulment so she could go back to her life. Things got messy as Ashley and

in. I think he suspected that I tried to tarnish his image. He has never said anything to me along those lines but sometimes I see it in his eyes; Demi is your

things have been topsy-turvy, and here

that fact.

and looks down at

whipped after our kiss and on cloud nine and I figured, why not make it official? It was silly. We went there in my car and said our vows while I pretended to be sober. I think the priest suspected us but he was far more excited to join us

stop smiling at you. Called you Ash Rollins the second

I was and I didn’t think it was worth clarifying. We were just having a fun

remember

so I called

my secret after I told him

person I spoke to that day before hitting the club. If Demi had called anyone else, Asher especially, my game would have been

in the plain, lengthy clothes. Your aunt was talking too loudly and pissing me off and my family...I wasn’t ready to admit I had done something

the past. Thank you for your apology. I’m with

That hurts my feelings.

I’m glad it worked out

in the air between and around us. She shuffles to her feet, a bit anxious. "I’m sorry. That came out wrong. No, I mean, I didn’t mean

her as

been blessed with." My finger brushes off

least she knows more about cars than their names, knows how to race in a fast car and doesn’t make silly complaints about the way the car tyre

moist eyes, I pull her in for a hug and kiss her forehead. Her hair

petulance was always cute to

the stairs

"Yes Duncan?"

ran the checks with your secretaries and personal assistants and found something." I signal Demi to

her and believe themselves to be in a relationship with a hot new girl. After a few night drinks, she disappeared on them. I believe she managed to get into their phones first to extract the phone numbers of

she got

"Yes, sir."

"And Cree Baxter?"

Nothing much to report. Routine is pretty much a straight line; work and then home. The only recent development is that Ashal has been over to

"Ashal?"

I think he’s developing

is thinking trying to date a culpable

you, Duncan. How are the arrangements

taking care of purchasing the new temp lines. When it gets active, we’ll circulate the

outside draws my

let me

grow louder in time to see Mila slap

"MILA!"

lock with mine but only grow hotter. Demi still holds her sore cheek when I

have your

DON’T KNOW WHAT

am I to you? I have been there for you. You know how I feel about you and yet you choose your own brother’s wife over me? How could you? I don’t deserve this insult. I won’t

to comfort Demi, Mila

crazy like

you not to give mixed signals if you only considered me a friend but you didn’t listen. Now, I will assert my right over you. Your

not what you think. We just came

her hair. "How could you still stand there and lie to me, Ashton? What did I ever do to deserve the worst of you?" Her eyes wheel

her eyes. "I didn’t let you hit me because I am weak or feel guilty about anything. I haven’t done anything like you suspect but if

look so innocent on the outside but you’re so rotten on the inside. How could you not

delivers a resounding slap on

to hold Mila

never had to throw myself at any man, least of all the one who doesn’t want to be romantically involved with me. You’re the classless one here for throwing a hissy fit over a man that’s just a friend to you. FYI, Ashton and I aren’t an item. Whatever confusion has emanated from our friendship has been resolved by our family and I love my husband, Ashley. I trust him as much as he trusts me. Trust Mila, that’s the lifeblood of every romantic relationship. You should look it up especially if you hope to

ire as Demi gets

this from you,

kidding me? I just saw