Asher's POV

“Sir, there’s something you need to see,” Paul said, barging into my room with urgency, clutching his tablet to his chest.

“Shhh... give me a second.” I pushed myself upright, blinking through the blur. My vision split everything in two. “What the hell...? How am I at home?”

“I got a call from Miss Ava,” he said, shifting uneasily. “She said you passed out after... a long marathon of sex.”

My stomach turned. That sly witch. Of course she’d run her ...