Page 134 of Deceit

“Oh shit, what did I just walk in on? The tension in here could choke a fucking horse.”

I wrinkle my nose at that and turn to face him.

“What?” I ask.

Liam laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

“Ha! I don’t know. Shit was feeling a little too heavy for my liking, though.”

Vincent scoffs and I shake my head as I steal one more glance at Asher. He’s dropped his arm from the doorframe, but his eyes are still on me before he finally breaks eye contact.

“I’m driving the princess,” he says to the room.

“Like fuck,” Vincent laughs hollowly.

Asher gives him an unimpressed look.

“Down boy. You guys can ride with me too.”

“I don’t want to squeeze into the Maserati’s tiny as fuck backseat, Ash,” Liam whines.

“I brought the Rolls. Will everyone just shut the hell up and get in the fucking car?” Asher snaps, before blowing out a slow breath and looking at me.

“You ready, Princess?”

Nodding, I reach for my purse, but Vincent is already there, handing it to me with an appraising look.

“What?” I ask him.

He stares for several more seconds before he leans forward, pressing his lips against mine. I sink into the kiss, never getting tired of the overwhelming feeling that consumes me with each kiss.

When I open my eyes to pull away, I see that his eyes are wide open and firmly trained on Asher in a taunting way. Pulling away from him, I smack his chest as I shake my head.

Before I can say anything, Asher is gone, storming off down the hall.

“That was really shitty, Vincent,” I say with a frown, before I start after Asher.

The elevator doors begin to shut, and I have to squeeze myself inside, my sweatshirt getting trapped between the doors as I do.

“Oh shit!” I gasp before Asher’s hands wrap around the material, yanking hard and freeing me.

I tumble a few steps and he’s there as well.

He’s everywhere. All the time.

His hands are resting on my forearms, head tilted down to look at me in concern.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly.

Asher’s eyes scan mine like he’s confused about why I’m apologizing, as if he forgot why he stormed away for a moment. He shrugs it off, releasing his hold on me as he leans against the back wall of the elevator.

“You’re my fiancé, Asher. Soon to be my husband, tomorrow soon. That wasn’t okay. Vincent needs to respect you, at least enough not to pull petty shit like that,” I continue, despite his eyes being now closed and his head tilted up.

When the elevator stops, the doors pop open, and he pushes away from the wall.

“It’s whatever,” he says as he brushes past me, stepping into the hall before taking a right and making his way outside.

“It’s not whatever. I’m trying to apologize and validate your feelings here! The least you could do is stop walking for two seconds,” I huff as I follow after him.

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