“She told me what you did,” I hear Tomas say right before I’m about to pass the doors to his office. I pause, my eyes going to them. They’re cracked open just enough for me to hear what’s going on inside.

“And what is it that she told you?” a deep voice responds. I swallow, somehow knowing it’s Asher’s.

“That you offered her five million to leave me.” I almost choke on the bite of chocolate in my mouth. “It didn’t work.”

“Should have offered ten,” Asher responds.

“Asher,” Tomas shouts, the tone of his voice one I’ve never heard him use before.

“What, Dad? I was looking out for you. The woman is younger than you. I think we know what this is about.”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about. You will treat my wife and her daughter with respect. I’d love for you to give them a chance, but you’re set in your ways on this issue, so keep your opinions about them to yourself.”

“It’s not just you. What about Emily?”

“Emily happens to adore Grace, and I’m sure she’s told you as much.” I should really move, but my feet stay planted to the ground.

“Whatever, Dad. You’re fifty years old, and you run off and marry a woman after a few months? You didn’t learn your lesson last time?”

“I was young,” Tomas says defensively.

“Exactly. You should know better now.”

“When you know, you know. That’s what I’ve learned at my age.” That’s really sweet.

“Try not to knock this one up. You’re already supporting her kid. You don’t need another.” Ouch. I’m not a kid. I’m freaking eighteen, and I didn’t ask to be dragged here, either, for his information. What an asshole.

“That’s enough!” Tomas snaps. “I think you should get some rest.” Oh shit. I get myself to move, pretty sure this conversation is coming to an end. The doors swing open right as I pass them, Asher plowing into me as he makes his exit. I let out a small squeak as we collide, knocking my glasses right off my face.

“Fuck,” Asher grunts. He grabs me by the waist, keeping me from falling to the floor.

“Sorry.” I push away, unable to look up at him. I don’t want anything to do with this jerk.

“Molly, are you okay?” Tomas asks, stepping out of his office.

“I’m fine.”

“Here,” Asher says. I have to finally glance up at him to see what he’s talking about. My glasses are in his outstretched hands. Our eyes lock for a second.