Asher's POV

“We are not even in a relationship.” She spat. “You can't keep ordering me around while you do whatever the hell you want.”

Her words cut deeper than I expected, maybe deeper than I deserved. My fists clenched, jaw locking as I stepped back toward my seat.

There was no way in hell she’d believe me if I told her the truth: that I was drugged, that I barely remembered anything past the taste of the wine and the heaviness crawling over my limbs. Not when the scene ...