Asher's POV

I stared at Idris, my fists clenched, not in rage. No, it wasn't rage exactly. That would imply I had lost control, and I never do. But I felt something burning in my chest. Jealousy, maybe.

How did a man on my payroll dare to challenge me?

I hated that Idris was daring me but it was too early to use him as a scapegoat. I needed to handle this strategically, give him just enough rope…while making it crystal clear that Layla was not an option. Even though I knew men like ...