A white Lie

Asher’s point of view

I smirked, a sly, confident grin spreading across my face. Scarlett was definitely a mystery I wanted to uncover; her calmness was just something else. Unlike Scarlynn, she was intriguing.

One minute she is a shy, short woman, and the next second she is a daring, cold queen—a true definition of an alpha woman. Anyone could see it from the way she speaks, stares, and remains calm.

My mind wandered back to the moment I pinned her against the wall; her innocence was just intoxicating, and the way her gray eyes stared at me, filled with desire and rage at the same time.

Fuck, I wanted to capture those sexy lips; I wanted to bend her over and fuck the hell out of her.

What the?

Am I really thinking about Scarlett, of all people? I should hate her and punish her for her sister's mistakes, but the question is, how do I punish a woman like her? She has zero emotions. Even if she does, will she ever show them to my face?

Grasping the doorknob, I swung the door open. Asherly was fast asleep in her baby carriage, and Scarlett held a pillow and a blanket in her hand. She quickly turned her attention to me upon sensing my presence.

My eyes narrowed. Was she planning to sleep on the couch? I wondered what excuse she was going to come up with; it was clear that Scarlynn and I shared a baby.

“And then?”

Scarlett cleared her throat, clearly thinking of a lie to tell right to my face.

“You see, in my family there's a tradition...” Her eyes darted away, avoiding my gaze. “A husband and a wife can't share the same bed after having a newborn baby...” Her voice trembled slightly; clearly, she was not a good liar. It took everything in my veins not to burst into laughter right now.

My gaze locked with Scarlett's. Taking a step closer to her, she took a step back. I took a step forward, standing between her and the bed. She averted her gaze from me, her face flushing red. I couldn't make out if she was shy or angry.

I raised my hand, lifting her chin, and our eyes locked. “What will happen if we share the bed, Scarlynn?” I pinned her with a piercing stare, my eyes demanding an answer.

“Bad omen…” Her voice was husky, barely above a whisper. “It's a bad omen for the newborn…” She lied through her teeth.

I took a step closer to her. My movement sent her tumbling, and she landed on the bed with a soft thud. I grabbed both of her hands, pinning her against the bed, my weight pressing down on her body.

“I don't believe in superstition, but I definitely believe in sharing the bed with my wife, especially on our wedding night.” My lips brushed against her ears. I wasn't planning to force myself on a woman, knowing thousands of women could lay their lives down just for me to have sex with them, but the way I was so drawn to her was just irresistible.

I just wanted to taste these lips of hers; I just wanted to know if she was different from her sister in every way, and the thought that I was the first to test these lips of hers sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

“Asher, please stop. I don't like what you are doing...” Her words came out as a whisper, trembling. As much as she tries to hide her desires, she can't hide them from me.

“What am I doing?” I locked my gaze with hers; at this point, her heartbeat banged; I could hear it. She tried to push me away, but obviously, I was stronger than her.

I locked my gaze with hers, leaning closer to her lips, brushing mine against them. “Don't you like my lips against yours or the way I make your heart race against your chest?” All the control I seemed to have over myself had disappeared into thin air. I found myself capturing her lips against mine, entwining them with mine, and damn, her lips tasted like none I've ever kissed. There was something so intoxicating about them. I found myself deepening the kiss.

Scarlett pushed me away with all her strength, and her soft hand struck my cheek, sending a sharp pain coursing through my skin. Yet, it was worth it. Seething with rage, Scarlett sprang from the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

Fuck!!

Did I just behave like a desperate fool?

Yes!

Did I kiss Scarlynn's sister after claiming to have been in love with her?

Yes.

Do I feel guilty about this?

Fucken no?

Did I enjoy the kiss like a damn foolish teenager?

Of course, I did, and I believe Scarlett will drive me crazy. I regret kissing her. I was just a fucked up jerk trying to replace the woman who cheated on me with her sister when I should have been punishing her.

Frustrated with myself, I decided to find a whore to fuck all night, I will forget about this fucked up kiss, there was nothing special about it; I’ve kissed countless women, and it felt just the same.

Grabbing my car keys, cell phone, and gun, I stormed out of the house.

Before I could start my car, my phone rang from my pocket. I wanted to ignore it, but I decided to check anyway. As expected, I saw James's name flashing on the screen, so I pressed the green button to answer the call.

“Sir, Zade has sent his men to your house disguised as maids, and he is planning to kill your wife and child.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” My blood boiled, rage coursing through me. How dare that airheaded jerk think he can enter my house and get away with it?

“Sir, if you are not home, you should hurry back. You know how unpredictable Zade can be,” James urged. Hanging up the call, I hurried out of the car and headed back inside the house. Today should mark the last day of Zade on this planet, and if his men harm either Scarlett or the baby, I will have no choice but to take action against his entire clan.