“Molly?” A knock sounds at my door. I push on Asher. He only lifts his head and kisses me, which confuses me more after what he muttered a second ago before he sits up.

“I’m awake. Just going to shower,” I shout to my mom. She wiggles the handle. I almost have a heart attack, but it doesn’t open. I realize Asher must have locked it.

“All right. Just checking on you. No rush. The hair and makeup people will be here at two.”

“Okay.” I wrap the sheet around me. When I peek over at Asher, I see he’s now standing, putting his cock back into his boxers. It’s still hard. I press my thighs together at the thought of how it felt when he came on me. I thought men went soft after they came. Then again, nothing about Asher is soft.

“You need to get out, and I need to shower.” I try to get up but end up tangled in the sheet. Asher catches me before I fall flat on my face. I wiggle away from him. We stand there in silence just feet apart. He stares at me while I look anywhere but at him.

“Shit,” he mutters when a ding goes off. He walks over to his pants on the floor and pulls his phone out before he puts them back on. “I have to take this, but this isn’t over. We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. A deal is a deal. You got your taste,” I remind him. Isn't that what he said? He'd be nice and leave our parents alone if I gave him what he wanted.

“Terms have changed.” I gape at him. What does that mean? He drops a kiss on the top of my head before he walks out of my bedroom, leaving me a mess. I don’t only mean between my thighs but my emotions too.

12

Asher

I didn’t want to leave Molly, but there was no choice. I’m still not sure how I didn’t sink my cock inside of her. I remind myself that she’s not ready for that. Honestly, I’m not really sure how I’m going to fit inside of her. Even getting my tongue into her had been a fight. My cock jerks in my pants. You’d think I didn’t come harder than I ever have in my life.

“There is something seriously wrong with me.” I adjust myself in my pants before I walk over to the desk in my bedroom and power my laptop on to see why Sam texted me to call him when I got a second. He’s the head of the financial assistance team for the Score family. There are so many damn trusts and investments from over the years it’s a full-time job that three people handle. Especially when you throw in the stocks.