Asher
It has been days after my argument and my mind was far from settled. Every time I think of her, I think of how she must have felt... I kept the idea of Jules away from
I watched the fire crackle in the grand fireplace, the amber glow casting shadows along the stone walls of my study. My fingers drummed against the polished desk, slow and deliberate, the weight of last night still thick in the air.
Jules had overstepped.
That slap.
That moment.
I had replayed it in my head over and over again, and every time, the anger that simmered beneath my skin threatened to boil over. I was not a man who tolerated disrespect, least of all towards someone under my protection. And Jules—Jules had done more than disrespect Hailey. She had humiliated her.
A knock at the door.
