Page 64 of Asher

Chloe locked tear-filled eyes with mine and said, “I want you to step back from me, leave me alone, and let me go.”

I shook my head, “Please don’t ask me to do that. Fucking anything but that.”

When she didn’t reply, I said, “I’m on my knees right now in front of you, baby, please, please don’t ask me to do that.”

Brokenly, she whispered, “You’re married, Asher.

I wanted to pull her in my arms so badly, but I didn’t because I knew my woman, and she was that, she would always be that. “Then let me explain the situation.”

Then Evelyn decided to open her mouth and ask, “What situation?”

Standing up, I whirled on her, ready to let loose a string of profanity on her, until I saw that head of gorgeous head of dark hair running around me, around my brothers in the hall.

“Chloe, please,” I said as I started to rush after her until my brothers, my fucking brothers blocked my path.

However, it was Whit who spoke, “Give her a breather, brother. You know who Chloe is. We told you before you made your move that you needed to tell her.”

Stoney stepped around me, “I got her.”

I watched his back until he disappeared out the door.

I locked eyes with Trigger, then I pointed at Flo, “Talk to her before I do. And I let Creature have her.”

Chloe

I knew I was in no condition to drive right now.

In the mood I was in, I was either going to get myself killed or someone else.

That was why I veered around the clubhouse and out back, where I knew no one would be.

But what I didn’t know was that someone had followed me.

I can’t tell you why it hit me like it did. I can’t explain it, no matter how hard I tried, I just can’t.

But I didn’t know that I had said all of that aloud, and neither did I know that someone had been listening to me.

“He’s not mine. I don’t have a right to be feeling this way.” I said as I dropped my head back and took in the night sky.

Not until a voice sounded in the dark, “But don’t you?”

Looking over my shoulder, it was to see Stoney, and to his question, I shrugged. And didn’t even care that he had been listening to me rambling.

I watched as he made his way over to me, took the chair beside mine, and sat down in it, then he said, “Chloe, you and the Pres. have this bond, a bond that none of us could ever even begin to understand.”

I shook my head, “That doesn’t matter. He isn’t mine.”

Stoney winked, “Something doesn’t technically have to be yours for you to feel hurt.”

My head tilted to the side, and I asked, “How so?”

“Pres. has been yours for the longest time. Honestly, I can’t recall a time when he hasn’t been yours. And vice versa. We’ve all seen it. We all know it. It’s why we also run interference with other clubs when they come to the clubhouse, and you are there.”

I thought back on it.

And realized he was right.

Any time a guy came up to me and tried to talk to me, almost all of the brothers at one point or another have come over and guided that guy away.

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