Chapter Eleven
Asher
Ishoot my younger brother a look as the waitress writes down her number on a slip of paper. When she’s gone, I point my finger at him. “Kaden, it’s guys night.”
He rolls his eyes, the perpetual smirk he has on his face brightening. “Yea, you’re just saying that because you’re in a mood.” His smirk turns feral. “Now I wonder why that is, brother. Who’s shit in your bed?”
I narrow my eyes at him, at the knowing glint in his eyes. He knows something. I send Cameron an accusing glare.
“You’ve said something.”
Cameron sips his whisky. “Brothers don’t keep secrets.”
“I beg to fucking differ.” I growl.
Kaden leans back in his seat. “He didn’t say much, just that some TA of yours has got you in a twist which …” He looks me over, his eyes searching, “Yep, I can see it.”
“Fuck off.” I wave over the waitress, ordering a whisky. If I’m going to get through the night, I need a drink to do It.
Though I see Cameron fairly often, Kaden has been off in New York and he’s only here for thanksgiving, which is being held at my house this year. And I should be up for this, for seeing my brothers, but today all I can think about is Evelyn.
I’m drowning in her. Her smile, her eyes, her passions, her wants and dreams. I want to give her everything. She just won’t fucking let me.
I frown into my drink, thinking of her.
I’m still fucking reeling from seeing her art. She’s a new talent. The likes of which I haven’t seen in all my years of art acquisition. But she wants to waste it and I understand her ambitions, her need for stability, but I can give her that. I’d give her the world if she asked for it.
I just need to be patient. Wait for her to come round to the idea that I can help her, that I love her.
Kaden rolls his eyes. “My god man, are you going to be this pissy through all of thanksgiving?”
“Yes.” I glower darkly.
He rolls his eyes once again. “So, why exactly don’t you just make this girl yours if you feel this strongly?”
“Don’t encourage him.” Cameron warns. Between the three of us, Cameron is the oldest, the wisest, and one with the biggest stick up his ass.
“Well, I just don’t see an issue.” Kaden says.
“She’s his TA.” Cameron says it as if it should be obvious.
“I’m just saying that if she’s causing Asher whose never let a girl affect him, ever, to be in this big of a mood, it’s probably worth losing a job over.”
“She is but the job isn’t the issue I’m having.” I shake my head, pushing all thoughts of her from my mind. “Anyway, I’ll think of something. I’m more interested right now in hearing about New York.”
Kaden’s been living in New York for just over a year now. He owns a private investigation company and moved out to the big city for a job.
“Well, you know I can’t tell you about the job but the city? The city is fucking amazing.” As Kaden jumps into all the crazy things he’s seen, all the celebrities he’s encountered, I feel a tugging in my gut.
I frown, unsure what the fuck is happening. It’s like there’s a hook in my stomach, digging in, tugging me to look …
I watch as Evelyn walks in looking radiant in a teasing little black skirt and a blood-red blouse. My cock hardens at the sight of her.
But then that little prick walks in behind her and I’m reminded that she’s on a date with him. A fucking date.
My finger clench around the tumbler of whisky as my brothers talk, oblivious to the rising tide of my jealousy.
A waiter leads them to a small, intimate table lit with a candle and off the side, but still in my direct sight.
“Hey, Asher, are you okay?” Kaden asks.
“Yes.” I snap.
I see Evelyn smile but its forced. I don’t fucking understand why she said yes. I know she feels the same way about me as I do her, but she’s fighting it tooth and nail and instead of listening to her heart, she’s on a date with this idiot.
He leans forward, his fingers brushing her cheek and I am fucking done watching. I have a plan to get her to listen, I just need to be patient.