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“Is that it, then?” I asked. “I…” I didn’t know what to think, but it seemed so definitive and done. I knew it was going to happen, but it still hurt to hear it. “Does he do this often? Bring women home and then ‘cut ties’ with them afterwards?”

“Look,” Jeremy said. “No. No, he doesn’t. And if that’s what happened, it’s not my place to pry about it, either. Asher’s a nice guy, though. From everything I know about him, I wouldn’t think he’d ever do something like that. So, going off that, it would be you who caused the issue, if you get what I mean?”

“Me?” I asked, stunned. “I didn’t do anything!”

But, thinking back, was I really blameless? He told me we couldn’t go further, we could only be friendly towards one another, but I disregarded that. I wanted more, practically thought I needed more, and… well, the current situation spoke for itself, really. I’d pushed too hard, and now I sat here waiting for a man I barely knew to drive me home.

“I’m not saying you did do something,” Jeremy added after the fact. “I’m saying that’s what it looks like. You don’t seem the type, though. Too soft.”

“What do you mean I’m too soft?” I said, perturbed. “I’m not too soft.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, some mischievous smirk on his face.

“I’m not!”

“Well…”

This was a bad omen, and I knew it, but I let his word, his expression, the hint of deception lilting in everything he did, stoke the faint hint of hope I had within me. This man, Jeremy, knew more about Asher than I could possibly know, and if he said something was truth, anecdotal or not, it probably was true. I didn’t want to be a tie, something so easily cut and discarded, assuaged with a gift basket and maybe some fancy letter stating that he wished me the best of luck. I refused.

And, Jeremy told me what he was thinking. He mentioned a few details, quite clearly stating he shouldn’t mention these to me, and that whatever meaning I took from them was not his problem. Listening to him, I gained a newfound appreciation for my breakfast and heartily ate everything on my plate. Besides the fact that it was delicious, I thought I should prepare for the day in a proper manner. We finished eating, and then Jeremy stood to leave.

“So, are you coming?” he asked pointedly. “Asher told me to drive you home.”

“No,” I said. “I’m not.”

Jeremy shrugged. “Well, I tried.” With that, he left, but not before laughing and giving me a friendly wave.

I didn’t really understand it all. I don’t know what I was thinking, or how I expected to do any of this, but I’d decided to do it. What was the worst that could happen? Probably quite a bit, actually. Asher could return, find out I was still here, call the police, have me taken into custody, potentially file charges against me for multiple reasons, true or not. A man as rich as him could probably do almost anything he wanted, and…

Why was I thinking about these things? Be strong, Jessika! I told myself this, but I felt anything but. Still, I needed to do this, or do nothing, and if I did nothing I felt like I would regret it forever.



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“What do you mean she refused to leave?” Asher asked. He had a chance to call Jeremy on a short break between meetings and this was not at all what he expected to hear. Why had he called, though? He didn’t really know, and he didn’t know how he felt about what Jeremy was saying, either.

“Sorry, boss. I told her I was there to bring her home, and she said she wasn’t leaving.” Jeremy paused, then added, “What do you want me to do? Call the police?”

Asher hesitated. He wanted to say yes, because that’s what people in his position said, right? She was, while not exactly trespassing, not currently welcome on his property. And…

“No,” Asher said. “She’ll leave. Go check on her at noon and tell her I told her she needs to leave.”

“Right. She needs to leave or what?” Jeremy asked.

Asher blinked. Or what? “Don’t mention that part. There won’t be any reason to. She’ll leave. I’m sure of it.”

Jeremy laughed. “Alright. You’re the boss.”

Asher furrowed his brow, frowning. There was something more to this, and Jeremy must know about it, but for the life of him Asher couldn’t figure it out.



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I wandered through the guest house. It was bigger than I thought. The main living area I’d spent the night in was most of the first floor, then the kitchenette area added in, too. On the second floor, as I’d suspected, were two bedrooms. They looked tidy and unused and completely perfect, like they belonged in a fancy hotel instead of a home. Closets in each room with empty hangers and a small safe tucked into the back corner. Nothing in either safe, and in each room both of them were wide open, but it added to the perfection of the place. Nice rooms, but completely inhospitable in my opinion. I could sleep in one for a night, but not for a lifetime.#p#分页标题#e#