Chapter 34
ASHER
Ashton ranges himself between Demi and the door. His long rangy body and the face marred by a frown will look just as natural as a bouncer outside of the doors of a club. His eyes dart towards me again, brimming with heat. I suck in a breath through my teeth. This guy has been staring daggers at me all evening. I am starting to wonder if this is all because of Demi and the sight he just walked into.
"What’s going on here?" Ashton continues. His eyes fall back on Demi. "Why are you so quiet? Tell me what you’re doing in this room alone with him?"
"JESUS CHRIST ASHTON!" I can’t stand him any longer. I drop my drink and start towards them. "What the hell are you asking right now? If you’re fuming this much, what is Ashley supposed to do as her husband? You might look just like her husband but that doesn’t make you him, okay? Stop role swapping. Ashley knows Demi is here and he has no qualms about it. I don’t see why you should."
I give Demi a look. On cue, she tries to brush past Ashton and leave when he grips her arm.
"Oh, for goodness’ sake, let the woman go."
Why the hell is Demi looking like a scaredy cat right now? Her hands are even trembling a bit. She’s clearly acting up. She wasn’t this quiet or nervous when she approached me herself earlier to get me to change my mind about blackmailing her. I can’t believe she’s trying to fool Ashton with her theatrics.
I move forward and try to break Ashton’s grip. As sure as hell, he doesn’t budge.
"Demi, is he blackmailing you? What exactly were you doing here? Tell me."
"What do you mean by that?"
We all turn to find Ashley and Ashal walking up to us. Ashley has a conspicuous frown on his face s he steps up and wrenches Demi’s arm away from Ashton’s weakened grip. I am glad his timing is impeccable. What the hell took him so long? Ashley steers Demi behind him and looks at Ashton with a narrowed glare.