Edmund
I went downstairs and sat for the session. While the conference was going on, a few strange men suddenly appeared and surrounded Asher but before I could get the chance to see what was happening, Asher stood up and left the hall.
After a while, someone tapped my shoulder. "Mr. Alistair. Mr. Asher needs you."
I followed him out.
That was when the errands started.
"Take this to the registration desk."
"Get me a copy of that schedule."
"Find out which room the afternoon panel moved to."
By the time I returned to the room later that evening, my feet hurt and my patience was thin.
The door was unlocked so I opened and walked in.
Asher was inside. I moved to the dressing room but I noticed something was off. Asher was holding onto the center table and whenever he tried to move, it was like he was trying hard not to fall.
His jacket was gone as well and his tie hung loose around his neck.
"Are you okay?" I asked without thinking. No reply.
I moved to where he was and tried reaching for him but he suddenly turned around and pushed me back.
"Get out," he said.
His balance failed him and he sank into the chair instead.
"Tell me what to do," I said, my voice rising despite myself.
He didn't answer.
I moved toward the phone.
Suddenly his hand closed around my wrist and pulled me back.
"You're not telling anyone," he said.
What the fuck is going on?
He turned away from me and opened a drawer. He moved fast, and the next thing I knew, Asher was holding a knife. Where the hell did that come from?
"What are you doing?" I shouted.
Without sparing me a glance, he lifted the knife and….wait. "Asher, what the fuck are you trying to do?" The words were barely out of my mouth when he slit his wrists and the entire floor was filled with blood.
"Asher—" I didn't think. I ran straight to the telephone and was about to dial room service when strong hands came from behind me and smashed the phone.
"What the actual fuck? Asher you're fucking bleeding, you need help."
He didn't say anything.
"Pills. Get them. They're in my pocket."
I reached into his pocket and grabbed the pills. If he had them, why didn't he just drink it in the first place? He took the pills from my hand and popped a few into his mouth. I tried to get him water but he shook his head.
There was blood everywhere. Too much of it.
I reached for the phone again. "I'm calling someone."
He knocked it from my hand. "No. If you try it, I promise I'll ruin your life."
"This isn't normal," I said. "You need help." His writs were oozing a lot of blood and a few drops fell on me as well. If it wasn't for the fact that I was scared for my own life as well, I would have passed out the minute he slit his wrists. I dislike the sight of blood with everything in me.
He stood up slowly and tore a strip from a cloth. He pressed it down, and wrapped it around his wrists.
"What's going on with you?" I asked.
He didn't answer. He just walked toward the bathroom.
I followed him and blocked his path. "What now?" Asher finally says.
"What the hell was that? You're fucking bleeding, but you don't want me to call for help and now you want to act like everything is fine?"
"Out of my way, Edmund. Except you want to see me naked, then be my guest."
How could he say that after the drama he just created? I couldn't help but notice the way his hair plastered on his face. His eyes looked dilated in a very unusually sexy way. Get a grip, you dumb fool.
"I don't have any interest in your nakedness. I'm a straight man and I promise you, your nakedness has nothing to do with this situation."
Asher stares at me for a moment and then says. "Ouch."
He pushes me out of the way and walks into the bathroom. I leave the room immediately, in search of a first aid kit. Luckily, I found one at the reception area but I had to charm my way out of explaining to her who was in need of it.
When I came back to the room, he was already dressing up.
"You need to treat that properly," I said.
"I'm fine."
I crossed the room before he could move away. I guided him back into the couch and sat facing him so I could reach his hands properly. He stiffened but didn't stop me.
I cleaned the wound carefully. My fingers shook as I tried not to puke.
He didn't say anything, and just sat there. When I was done, I looked up to find emerald green eyes staring at me. Fuck! I should stop looking at this man up-close.
And why's the atmosphere suddenly so hot? I can barely breathe.
"You know," he said quietly, "for someone who just admitted he's straight a few moments ago, you sure look all gay plastered on my lap." Shit!
That was when I realized my mistake. I was basically sitting on top of him, with my legs wrapped around his hips. In a bid to treat his injury, I didn't realize the position I got us in.
God, can't this day get any worse?
I looked up. His face hadn't changed a bit, but his breathing had but that's not what worries me, it's the unusual throbbing sensation poking beneath me that makes me worry.
"It might interest you to know that I'm currently nursing an erection Edmund, so for the sake of your so-called straight ass, it would be a good idea if you get yourself off my dick."
With the speed of light, I stood up and tried to calm my breathing.
He simply stood and started walking away like nothing had happened. "I'll be down in a minute." I managed to say. "There's no need to be present. Tonight's session is only for the CEOs and their shareholders, so you don't need to be there."
"But your hand—"
"It's an order, Edmund." He said finally and closed the door.
I needed a fucking shower and I took one, while cursing myself for being so ignorant. Afterwards, I looked around the room.
I found a bottle of wine on the counter.
Without thinking, I opened it. Halfway through downing the bottle, I turned it and saw the alcohol percentage. It was a fucking 100. But it was already too late. I felt dizzy and drunk as hell. The last thing I remembered was someone lifting me off the floor.
"Asher?" I mumbled but I didn't get a response.
I passed out fully after that and had the best sleep of my entire life. Not until….
My eyes flew open when I felt something—no someone, stir beside me. I was…I was lying on someone's chest. Lifting my eyes, I prayed that it wasn't who I thought it was. Slowly, I came face to face with the last man I had any business being in this position with.
Asher lay beside me, asleep. No, no. I was ON TOP of him and his arms were curved around my waist. I must be hallucinating. And I was NAKED! No, okay, I wasn't completely naked. I was only wearing my briefs. BUT STILL!
Suddenly, his emerald green eyes fluttered open and I could no longer breathe. Here it comes. He's going to push me and tell my dad how much of a pervert I am. A beat passed and he said in a dangerously husky voice.
"It might be a good idea to take your hands off my dick, Edmund. Especially since you're not going to do anything about it. This is the second time, and I'm starting to suspect your "straight boy" allegations."
I looked down at where my hands were and indeed, my hands were on his dick—AGAIN!