I pluck them away.
It’s his turn to throw a quizzical glance in my direction.
“What? We’re indoors. Why the hell are you wearing shades?”
He narrows his eyes the slightest bit but says nothing.
I look behind me, but no one followed us, not even Elizabeth. Maybe they all idolize him like the nurse in the hospital did.
That thought makes me pause.
He gave an extremely positive image at the hospital, and even earlier, he acted like some sort of a doting asshole by offering to carry me.
Am I really the only one who knows how screwed up in the head he is?
“Where’s your engagement ring?” he asks.
“An engagement ring?”
“You heard me, where is it?”
“I…don’t know.” And I really don’t. Now that I think about it, I should have one but I don’t.
Asher says nothing as we go into a large bedroom—scratch that, a princess bedroom. There’s a queen-sized bed with pink and beige sheets and a desk, on top of which sit countless pictures of me in a cheerleading outfit. Said outfit is hanging on the door of an open walk-in closet.
No kidding—it’s a whole walk-in. There are a few plaid skirts, white button-downs, and black jackets, on which there’s a golden symbol. My uniform from high school, I assume.
Private school. Of course I went to a private school. It fits the whole snobbish image.
Reina Ellis.
Captain of the cheerleading squad.
Doesn’t go out without makeup.
Heir to Daddy’s fortune.
And engaged to a jerk who couldn’t care less about me.
I really want to sit down with Old Reina and discuss her options. Surely she could’ve done better.
And yes, I’m judging myself. It’s my only option to vent.
“Let me go, Asher,” I spit out.
He throws me on the bed. I groan as my bruised hipbone hits the mattress.
What the hell? That hurts.
When I glare up at him, he gives me an indecipherable expression and places both his hands in his pockets. “You said to let you go.”
“Why do you hate me so much?” If you do, why the hell are you engaged to me?
“Might have to do with how much of a bitch you are.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I smile. “Did I steal your title, asshole?”
He pauses, head tilting to the side. “What did you just call me?”