- Chapter 5: The Best Way to Forget is the
- Next One
- He hesitated. I didn’t..
- I was about to walk on into the rain when a
- large umbrella shielded me.
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- large umbrella shielded me.
- I was pulled into a warm, steamy embrace.
- The hand holding the umbrella was cool and
- smooth.
- It shielded me from Jake’s suppressed anger.
- I said calmly,
- “Mr. Peterson, you should take care of your
- own affairs.”
- “I can take care of my… Miss.”
- How long had it been since I’d heard that
- title?
- My breath hitched. I frowned and looked up,
- straight into his dark, melting eyes.
- Asher Hughes stood there, cool and
- composed.
- As if he wasn’t the same frail boy who filled
- his attic with my portraits.
- I instinctively stepped back, but he held my
- waist.
- He tilted the black umbrella slightly, his lips
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- curving into a small smile.
- His eyes, like pools of ink, were fixed on me.
- “Take another two steps, Miss, and I won’t be
- able to cover you.”
- “Or do you still want to run, just like you did
- back then?”
- He angled the umbrella further towards me, a
- blush creeping up my neck.
- The year I ran away to the city, I loathed
- Asher.
- The thought of spending my life with
- someone so frail and boring filled me with
- despair.
- That’s why I fell for Jake, his polar opposite,
- adorning myself in gaudy clothes.
- But now, facing Asher again, I was back to
- my old self.
- I straightened up awkwardly, trying to act
- experienced, but avoiding his gaze.
- “Cut the crap. If I catch a cold, my dad will
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- never let you hear the end of it.”
- My spoiled, rebellious nature was something
- Asher himself had indulged.
- Jake watched us, his eyes narrowing.
- My last glimpse of him in the rearview mirror
- was of him standing silently in the rain.
- Jake was right about one thing.
- My ten years with him were a wild ride.
- My family had already paved my path.
- Study abroad with Asher, come back, and
- inherit the family business.
- Asher was the boy my parents had watched
- grow up, exceptional in temperament, looks,
- and talent.
- But I rebelled. The day after my eighteenth
- birthday, I changed my college application
- and ran away.
- My family never contacted me in those ten
- years.
- I thought they were ashamed of me, ready to
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- disown me.
- Now, as Asher drove, he explained calmly,
- “I asked your parents not to look for you.”
- He was two years older than me, his every
- move exuding a sharp, perceptive aura.
- “You’d come home when you were done
- playing. There was no rush.”
- I fiddled with my fingers, suddenly feeling
- embarrassed.
- It wasn’t that I was done playing. I came
- home with a broken heart.
- Staring at the increasingly familiar scenery, I
- murmured, “Asher, am I a complete mess?”
- The car was filled with the scent of
- sandalwood, just like Asher.
- Exhausted and tearful, I was about to fall
- asleep against the headrest.
- Then I heard the usually composed man lose
- his composure.
- His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his
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- Voice possessive.
- “Miss, has anyone ever told you not to talk
- about your ex in front of your fiancé?”
- The air in the car thickened.
- The neckline of my oversized T–shirt slipped
- down my shoulder.
- Asher’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
- He braked at a red light. During the 78-
- second pause, he sighed softly.
- He unbuckled his seatbelt, pulled me onto his
- lap, and removed my wet Converse.
- He calmly replaced my shoes, pulling up my
- slipped shirt.
- As he put me back in the passenger seat, he
- said simply, “He didn’t take good care of you
- these past ten years.”
- It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
- I wanted to argue, but tears welled up again.
- The warm fuzziness on my feet felt like an
- addiction.
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- It made me want to burrow into Asher’s arms
- and cry.
- The car sliced through the rain, moving
- forward.
- Asher saw my reddened eyes and said gently,
- “Miss, the best way to forget the last one is
- to start the next one.”
- With him, I always acted on impulse.
- The second he finished his sentence, I
- commanded, “Pull over.”
- His hand on the steering wheel paused.
- Confused, but compliant, he pulled over.
- The moment he engaged the handbrake, I
- climbed over the center console and sat on
- his lap.
- Asher stiffened, trying to lean back.
- The extra space only fueled my desire to be
- closer.
- I tugged on his tie, my voice a mix of
- arrogance and insecurity.
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- “Asher, hold me.”
- His hands clenched at my sides.
- He chuckled, tears shimmering in his eyes.
- “You don’t hate me anymore?”
- I used to despise Asher’s gentleness, his
- formality, his adherence to rules.
- I wanted to see him crack.
- But now, looking at the faint bite marks on
- his neck, his moving Adam’s apple…
- I realized this ice–cold beauty had a different
- kind of allure.
- I just loved to see people like him lose
- control.
- I wrapped my arms around him, closing the
- distance between us.
- When his cool lips touched mine, I froze for a
- moment.
- Then desire took over. I clung to his neck,
- pressing him down.
- I bit him hard, trying to channel my pent–up
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- emotions through him.
- But he took control, pinning my hands behind
- my back.
- He pushed me against the steering wheel.
- My hair was a mess, draped over his
- shoulders.
- My phone, tossed on the dashboard, started
- ringing.
- I tried to hang up but accidentally answered.
- A cold, tense voice spoke.
- “Sarah, you left something at my place. I’ll be
- in town in a few days for business. I’ll bring it
- to you.”
- My breath hitched, the sounds of our kissing
- still audible through the phone.
- I pressed my forehead against Asher’s, urging
- him to hang up, but I heard the sound of
- shattering glass.
- Jake roared, “Sarah, answer me!”
- My hands were still pinned, my body arched
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- against him.
- Asher’s fingers pressed against my lips,
- rubbing hard.
- He smiled faintly.
- “She’s a little busy, Mr. Peterson. I’m afraid
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- she doesn’t have time for your call right now.”
- Even now, with his lip bleeding from my bite,
- he was perfectly composed.
- Jake sounded like he wanted to smash his
- phone.
- “If you touch Sarah, I’ll feed you to the
- fishes!”
- Asher remained unfazed. “Try it, Mr.
- Peterson.”
- He hung up, his eyes fixed on my slightly
- unfocused gaze.
- “Miss, you won’t disappoint me, will you?”
- He made it sound like I was about to kick him
- out, a heartless player.
- Looking at his reddened lips, my head spun,
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- and I blurted out, “With me here, what’s there
- to be afraid of?”
- As I kissed him again, a recording started
- playing from the car stereo.
- Asher grinned mischievously, nuzzling my lips.
- “Thanks, Sarah.”
- I wanted to kiss the soft–spoken Asher
- senseless.
Live Up to My Yearing Chapter 5
Live Up to My Yearing Chapter 5
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Live Up to My Yearing English Novel
Status: Completed Native Language: English
