6. Asher
6
ASHER
I wake up, slightly hungover and still tired from the party last night. Why the fuck do I let Sawyer talk me into shit?
Bianca’s new tits were nice, don’t get me wrong, but still not fucking worth having to listen to her try to decide if she wants a hot pink or purple car for her birthday.
I hear music coming from outside of my room and drag my tired ass out of bed to walk down the hall, following the music.
I walk to the gym and see the door is open. I’m momentarily transfixed by the sight of Viv’s ass squeezed into tight black leggings as she’s on all fours extending her left leg behind her, bending it and placing it back down on the ground.
Fuck. Me.
So that’s why her ass is so spectacular.
I don’t say a word as she repeats the motion with her other leg, and my dick stirs in my sweats just watching her. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a cropped, sleeveless, black workout tank. Her body is toned and flexed tight as she works out.
She stands and starts to move to squats but finally notices I’m there and turns to face me. “Asher? What are you doing?”
She places a hand on one hip, and I see she’s sweaty and panting slightly from her workout which only makes it fucking hotter. “Studying.”
She rolls her eyes and walks to a shelf across the room, grabbing a towel and wiping her arms. “You’re up early.”
I shrug. “Am I?”
I watch her throat bob when she takes a drink from her water bottle. “You came in awfully late last night.”
I lean against the doorway. “Did you wait up for me?”
She laughs at that, placing the water bottle on the shelf. “Nope. I did hear you come in though.”
“Do I have a curfew?”
“No. Of course not. As long as you don’t wake Sebastian, I don’t care what time you come home.”
She hops on the treadmill and turns it on. I can’t help but notice she seems even more tense than normal.
“You okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine.” She increases her speed, and her arms move at her sides.
“Viv . . .” I know something’s up.
“My mom called today. My father and she are coming over tonight for dinner.”
So that’s why she’s tense. I’ve only been around them a couple of times, but they don’t seem too bad. Still, I know enough to know they put Viv on edge. “Okay. Cool.”
She shakes her head, increasing the speed again. “They’re coming to check on me. To make sure I can actually handle this.”
I don’t get it. Vivienne is every parent’s dream. I mean, besides the whole getting knocked-up in high school thing, but shit happens. She still graduated on time, and she’s a kickass mom. “Well, you can. So you have nothing to worry about.”
She shakes her head from side to side as she runs. “No, you don’t get it. They’ll find every single flaw. It’s what they do.”
“Sebastian is happy. The house is still here and hasn’t burned to the ground. What could they find?”
I watch her sigh and see how stressed she already is. “They’ll find something. My parents are nothing like Nora.”
“They love you. I mean, they helped with Sebastian since birth and bought you this kickass house.”
She turns the treadmill off but doesn’t move, her arms dangling at her sides. “They did that to save face. All of it is about their reputation. You should have heard them when I told them I was pregnant.”
I don’t imagine that conversation would ever go well. “I’m sure they were just surprised.”
She turns to me. “I ruined their stellar reputation. My parents have spent years earning the trust of their clients. People trust them, and that’s why they invest with them.” She sighs and walks off the treadmill, grabbing her towel again. “I let them down in every way, and they never let me forget it.”
I’m hoping this is all in her head. “There’s no way you’re a disappointment, Viv.”
“I have to go shower, and then I need to clean.”
“The house is spotless.”
She shakes her head, grabbing her water bottle and wrapping the towel around her neck. “Not even close. Baz’s toys are everywhere. And then I need to get him a haircut and should probably get one myself.”
Yeah, she’s a goner, already making lists in her head. “They know a kid lives here. Everything will be fine.”
She waves me off as she walks out of the room, her mind going over everything that can go wrong.
Damn, can’t fucking wait for dinner.