Chapter 2
ASHER
Whenever dad summons a meeting with all his sons in the ground floor living room, it's always for one reason; one of us has messed up and we need to fix it. Lots of meetings have been called in this living room over Ashley, Ashton and Ashal, never for me. It's not luck or a coincidence. It's strategy. Somewhere in dad's head, he is keeping the records. I am not any different from my brothers. I love women and hook up with them sometimes, but not as much as Ashley. I drink and party too but I never let my guard down or allow myself cause a dent in my good reputation as future CEO of the Rollins Empire. I can't allow father have a reason to not appoint me in his stead, after he retires.
I stare intently at Demi and instantly analyze the situation. I want to say this is Ashley's mess. Probably, he's knocked her up. This wouldn't be the first time but Demi isn't exactly Ashley's type; busty bimbos with BBLs. She is too natural, too prim and proper for him.
"Demi Branson?" Father repeats curtly.
Demi snaps out of her entranced stare at my brothers and I. I can't blame her. We get that all the time.
"S-Sir?"
"You want to tell me why there's a horde of paparazzi in front of my house and incredulous articles of you allegedly being married to one of my sons this morning? It might be an alien concept to you all but this family has an empire to run. I especially detest people who waste my time."
Demi's quivering lips crack open but before she can say anything in response, her mum jumps in.
"Mr. Rollins, I am Mrs. Elizabeth Collin and this is my daughter, Kira Collin." The bright-eyed, heavily dressed young woman next to Mrs. Elizabeth waves a hand at us like a pageant winner. She is smiling too much. Nobody cares. I flick a glance at my watch. We don't have time for this crap.