Page 106 of Ruthless Heir

It’s off limits to me but I don’t care about that right now. Better to apologize for the intrusion than be in pain and grumpy all night.

I head down there, turn on the light and walk in. The room smells like furniture polish and Olga’s rose scented perfume. It’s a nice combination.

I head over to the desk where I saw the aspirin next to some foolscap folders.

The desk is clear now but I assume they must be in the top drawer.

I open it and thank my lucky stars that something is going right for me when I find it.

“Hello, lifesaver.” I grab the box, take two pills out and pop them in my mouth. They should work in about fifteen minutes but just swallowing them makes me feel better.

When I put the box back I notice a newspaper with Asher’s picture on the front page.

It gets my curiosity going and I wonder if this is an article about us. The press went wild for the first two weeks of usdatingbut they seem to have calmed down now.

Mostly because they couldn’t confirm if we were dating or not. I think it was because they haven’t managed to get any pictures of us kissing. That’s been good for us because of Josh.

Lisa, his fiancée, mentioned seeing us in the tabloids the other week but we laughed it off as nonsense. I gave her the explanation Asher and I agreed on. That the press was always going to assume we were dating from the moment they saw us together. I knew she would buy it so our plan is still safe.

It’s strange how Josh will have been away for almost a year by the time this is all over and so much will have happened without him knowing.

I read the article and realize that it’s not about Asher and I, but about him and some actress. Of course she’s beautiful but the woman was also under investigation by the feds for drugs.

The date of the article was the weekend before Asher picked me up in Massachusetts.

The article was written to make it seem like Asher might have been involved. He certainly wasinvolvedwith the model. There’s a picture of them together, kissing.

Seeing them flares my jealousy. It seems that he can be with everyone, even someone clearly bad for him, except me.

“How did I not know about this, Mr.I Can Do No Wrong?”

“Because I kept it secret.” Asher’s voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin and I end up dropping the newspaper.

I look up to find him approaching me with that hardened look on his face.

“Sorry. I needed some aspirin. I remembered seeing some in here,” I explain.

When he reaches me he crouches down and picks up the newspaper and my mind takes me back weeks ago to when he bent down just like that to eat me out.

He rises slowly with the paper in his hand and his gaze drifts between my thighs. The unmistakable look pulls at my core and that ache in my pussy returns.

As he rises I try to school my thoughts, remembering that I’m not supposed to think about him like that ever again.

His eyes darken, looking stormy with unrestrained emotion as he keeps his gaze on me. “Did you find it? The aspirin?”

I point to the box in the drawer. “Yeah. I have a migraine coming on. It was a long day.”

“Are you going to be okay later? We can cancel if you need to rest.” Although he’s asking me a specific question, his eyes tell a different story. Like he’s thinking about something else.

“I’ll be fine.” I’ve said those three words so often I’m tired of hearing myself.

Asher holds up the newspaper. “This was the reason I needed a new publicist.”

“What happened?”

“She was paid off to follow me and get dirt that would make me look unfit to run the company.”

I raise my brows. “Really? That’s terrible.”

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