Chapter 65
ASHTON
I do a couple of laps in the swimming pool to get my mind off things. It’s hardly been a day since I let curiosity get the better part of me and went to see the stranger claiming to have credible information about my biological father.
I don’t know why I am desperate to put a face and name to the truth about my biological parents. I never thought that out of all four of us, I would be the one with a broken, inner child longing for unconditional paternal love. My brothers will find it hard to believe because I always put up a tough front.
While I do breaststrokes, I relive the previous day I had. It started with the stranger texting me again with a different number. I don’t know how they got my number initially but whomever the person is, I thought the stranger must be very persistent. Why are they so keen on revealing this truth to me specifically? What do they stand to gain from it?
We mostly conversed through texts. My questions were ignored as I was merely given an address to visit if I wanted to see my biological parents again. I asked if they’re still alive and got no response as usual so I promptly obeyed and visited the address. Now, I wish I had ignored that tug of curiosity because I feel worse than I did when I didn’t know.
When I finish my laps in the clear blue pool, I emerge from the water with my arms on the deck to find two pairs of feet waiting for me. I climb the steps out of the pool and dry myself with a towel. While Ashal takes a seat on the chaise lounge, Asher continues to stand with his shoulders squared and rigid.
"Don’t you have something to say to us?" Asher asks me. I incline my head and act like I am wracking my brain.
"Not really. How about you guys? Don’t you have something you need to tell me, like why I wasn’t informed that Demi was going to be taken to the penthouse despite our unanimous decision not to? Did you guys seriously make alternate plans behind my back?"
"Your questions will be answered as soon as you tell us where you went off to without telling anyone yesterday." Asher quips. I flick a glance at Ashal.
"Just tell us man. Everyone was super worried when we couldn’t reach you. You know the rules..."
"For the love of God, don’t bring up the stupid quad codes we made as teenagers. We’re twenty-fiver years old, grown-ass men and I don’t need a babysitter!"