Chapter 12
ASHER
"It's a pleasure to have you all back here." The owner of Blue Cove, a voluptuous woman in her thirties beams at my brothers and I. "You know you're my best clients. I was worried the marriage scandal would force you guys to end our business relationship. I am glad it didn't."
She flicks her ring-studded fingers and ladies in lingerie file in, carrying our favorite bottles topped with sparklers. On the long table at a corner, a buffet is generously laid out. The girls deliver our drinks with great flourish and proceed to grind on us as the music crescendos. Ashal is unsurprisingly in a foul mood and picks a bottle over a girl. With a scorched stare from the club owner, the poor thing slithers away with her tail between her legs.
"Is this how you plan to compensate for breaching our privacy rights, Donna? With food, alcohol and sex? You do realize my brothers and I don't lack these things, don't you?" I shove the girl dry humping me to glare at Donna whose cocky grin fades in seconds. "How did a stranger manage to get past security and make her way to our private space without getting flagged?"
"I can assure you that we are looking into it. We have interrogated the people on duty that night. The police are working hard to find the culprit as the cameras were faulty that fateful day."
"Well, isn't that convenient?" The music stops at my signal and I demand the room be cleared. After the girls leave, I turn to Donna once more. "Don't get me wrong. Demi is a beautiful addition to our family. However, your carelessness and incompetence forced my brother into a marriage earlier than he planned. The entire country wagged their tongues and judged us for something he was too intoxicated to remember. Do you realize the damage you caused?"
Donna falls to her knees. "I cannot apologize enough. We take full responsibility for what happened. Please Mr. Rollins, do forgive us. The Blue Cove will work tirelessly to regain your faith and trust in our establishment."
I spare a glance at my brothers. Where the fuck is Ashton? Speak of the devil, I think as Ashton emerges. His face is set in a hard line as usual. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he looks like he just got rejected. He plops into the sofa and accepts a drink Ashely has already mixed for him. My eyes meet Donna's frightful ones.
"This matter is hardly over." She nods and surges to her feet. "We don't want any disturbance. Have just one of your girls serve us tonight."
"Which one, sir?"
"Anna Prescott." Donna hustles out to find Anna.