Page 130 of Ruthless Heir

“My clothes are stuck to me.”

“Yes, baby. They certainly are.”

He looks down at my breasts, which are entirely visible through my white tank top. You can seeeverything. From the shape of my breasts to my soft pink nipples poking through.

We look at each other and start laughing.

I slip my arms around his neck and we frolic in the sea with our clothes on, as if we don’t have a care in the world. A little while later we head back to shore for lunch.

Asher hired a chef to cook us gourmet meals. He explained that he’ll come by twice a day to have our food ready. We also have two maids who will clean.

Outside of that we have the house to ourselves and the beach is private. Meaning we can get up to all sorts of sexy fun.

And we do.

We return to the beach at night and swim naked, then we have sex on the beach right there under the stars.

I feel like I’m in heaven and I don’t want to leave.

The next few days are amazing. The only break we have from each other is when Asher has to go off on his business assignments, which will end the following week.

We’ve been here long enough for me to feel like I live here. It’s hard to believe that we’ll be heading back to New York in a few days. Back to life.

I love Asher’s idea about us being a normal couple without the stipulations of an agreement keeping us together. At the same time, it’s hard not to think about the requirement for him to get married to get his position in the company.

I want him to choose me but I know we have to take baby steps.

We’ve only been real for the last three weeks. It’s not a long time at all, but I’m aware he doesn’t have much time. He has a little over four and a half months before he has to make the big choice. I worry that he’ll be forced to be with someone else. That would crush me.

Then there’s the whole matter of Josh.

Honestly, I’m still processing everything Asher told me about Josh and the past.

Josh has been on my mind a lot. More so than ever because in my last email I felt like I lied to him. Lying by omission is still lying. I talked about everything except the most important thing—Asher and me.

I know Asher did the same thing.

I feel bad that I don’t feel bad when I probably should. Josh and I have always been honest with each other. Well… for the most part. There are many things that happened to me that I should have told him yet kept to myself.

This doesn’t feel like one of them. Especially given what I know about Josh’s warning to Asher. It was wrong of him to blame Asher for his ex’s death. I can’t begin to imagine Josh being so insensitive. Then again I know his rules seem to change when it comes to me.

I love that he’s protective and that I know I can always count on him but sometimes he acts more like my father than my brother. I understand why but we’ve reached the point in my life where I just need him to be my brother.

On Saturday night Asher and I eat dinner on the terrace. We sit at a beautiful candlelit table. Before us is a glorious exotic feast the chef prepared for us of grilled chicken, lobster, and vegetables.

I enjoy the meal and looking at him. He’s allowed his hair and his beard to grow out while we’ve been here. With his sun-kissed skin he looks like a bronzed god.

“I’m going to miss this place like crazy when we head back to New York,” I say, piercing my last piece of chicken with my fork.

“Me too. It’s always hard when I leave paradise places like this and get back to the hustle and bustle of Wall Street life.” Asher smiles.

“I can just imagine. You’re always so busy.”

“I need to be. We should come back when I don’t have business here.”

Dare I hope for such a chance? “Really? You’d bring me back here?”

“Of course, I want to come back here with you.” His smile melts my heart.

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