Page 72 of Asher

She was the most gorgeous creature to ever grace this world.

Chloe scanned the main room, and when her eyes locked on me, she slowly made her way over to me.

My eyes trailed her as she did so.

And the moment she got close enough to me to read whatever she saw in my eyes, she stopped next to my chair and then offered me her hand.

And like the dutiful puppy, I was where she was concerned, I stood up, placed my hand in hers, and allowed her to lead me wherever she wanted to take me.

She led me out of the clubhouse, through the back courtyard, and to the gondola I had built so the girls could be outside when it rained.

Knowing what she wanted, I smiled inwardly.

I sat down on the swing and then waited. I didn’t have to wait long as she settled on the other end.

That was too far away from me for my liking, but I didn’t say anything.

No, all I did was inhale.

Vanilla and strawberries.

It was long moments before she asked, “What’s going on?”

I swallowed, then head hanging low, I said, “Remember when Priest came to me after I had painted your toes on your eighteenth birthday?”

I looked up at her then and watched as she stilled, then hesitantly, she asked, “Yeah?”

I nodded, “Well, it was because Priest found evidence of her cheating on him.”

Her body locked.

But I continued. “They worked it out. He loved her. But recently, he started seeing the same signs. So, he followed her. Found out she was selling her body for blow.”

“What the heck?” Chloe murmured.

“She was the one who asked for a divorce when he made a so-called scene. And that was by grabbing up all the blow he found and flushed it down the toilet.”

“Right on, Priest,” she whispered.

“Yeah. However, he received something in the mail this morning. From a clinic.”

When Chloe didn’t respond, I continued, “They are under new management. And somehow, that bill slipped through the cracks.”

Hesitantly, she asked, “What was it for?”

“One bill was for a DNA test. And the other was for an abortion,” I said.

And I waited.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Her body jerked so fast that it was a miracle the swing didn’t move too much. Then her eyes swung to mine, and she gasped, “Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?”

“If you think I’m telling you that once she found out it was Priest’s baby, she aborted it? You would be thinking the same thing I’m telling you.”

“Ese no es un buen pedazo de basura humana.” She snapped.

I lifted a brow, “Say that in English for me, yeah?”

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