Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 42: Chapter 42

DEMI

"It was a close shave. | don’t know how he spottedfrom afar. Maybe the stupid red jacket gaveaway." |

gasp as | recall Ashton heading speedily in my direction that night. If he had broken into a run from the diner, he

would have caught up withlong before | could flag down a cab. Even while I slid into the cab, | was scared to

death all through the journey that he would intercept us somehow.

"Does he suspect you?" Liam asks over the phone.

"I don’t think so." Ashton and I haven't spoken properly since the night in his room. I still can’t get him on the

phone even though every other family member can which affirms my suspicion that he has blocked me. | don’t

know why he would do that. Could this rash decision be as a result of the awkwardness of the date night? The

energy between us has been off ever since that night.

"Be careful." Liam chimes.

"Anything from Ashley so far?

"Nothing unusual. Nicola is eagerly pursuing him. She is desperate to win him back. They sext all the time. If |

get something useful, I'll let you know."

"Okay."

| don’t say it but it feels strange to realize how unbothered | feel about my husband sexting his ex. Meanwhile, |

had felt stype of way when Liam had toldabout Ashton and Mila. If | ever doubted my feelings for

Ashton, this is the defining moment that clears that up. | shake my head, hoping to distract myself from that hot

realization.

"How is it going with Ashal and the penthouse?"

"I am still on it."

Liam sighs. "And the HQ? Anything?"

"Asher letssit in during meetings now. I'm trying to befriend his secretary. | suspect she knows more about

Asher and the company than she should. She is Asher’s longest serving secretary. | don’t think it’s solely

because of her efficiency."

"Step on it." Liam hangs up.

"Was that a personal call?" Josh asks, entering my office.

"Family emergency. | apologize."

"I'll let this one slide. Hope everything is alright though."

"Yes. Thankfully."

His big eyes dart suspiciously around. "I'll let you get to work."

"Yeah."

Sheesh. What's his deal? Is he an actual employee here or a spy for HR? Even Asher, the boss’ son, actually puts

in the work. Somehow, Josh struts around like he can get away with anything.

His arrogance amazes me. It could be because Mr. Rollins is super fond of him. They have lunch together every

other day and from what | have heard from the staff cafeteria, Mr. Rollins might even prefer spending twith

this employee to doing the swith his own son.

A few employees gossip about the closeness of the boss and his employee, citing it as Josh being desperate to

brownnose the boss because Asher is too focused on work.

I do find it strange. However, | have seen Josh deliver a sterling performance. He does have sskills that

necessitate Asher viewing him as a threat. Josh clearly has his sights set very high, maybe as high as chief

operating officer and chairman of the board of directors in the future, two dreams that make Asher quake in his

boots.

Whatever their beef is, | don’t want to know. | just hope Josh stays out of my business.

My eyes stray towards Nessa’s office. She has been acting strange all morning. Her mood has been off. She

barely responded to my greeting earlier.

Asher cin a bit late today. He has also been cranky like his secretary. | can’t imagine what's up with them.

Did something else happen at the AGM that | missed? Is he mad at her for not representing the company well or

something?

| ignore both of them. At least one good thing cout of this; Asher hasn't been yelling forevery half hour

and rudely disparaging my efforts. He has been calm all morning. The few times our eyes met, he blatantly

ignored me.

Nessa gets up and heads for the restroom. With fewer eyes onand less work landing on my desk, | try to call

Anna. Her line hasn't been connecting all morning. The last twe had met in her workplace, Asher’s visit had

puton edge. | have questions. | hope Asher isn’t troubling her again. Still, that’s not the reason I'm trying to

reach her. Today is a special day for her family, a hard one and I always call to cheer her up. It's her father’s

death anniversary.

Nessa’s landline starts to ring. | stare towards the bathroom. She isn’t back yet. Since | have less to do, | jump at

the opportunity and strut over to take the call.

"Good morning. Thank you for calling Rollins Enterprise. This is Demi Branson. How may | assist you?" | think my

high pitched, exotic accent is good enough.

"Demi?"

| stare down at the phone and replace it on my ear. "Who's this?"

"Where's my secretary and what are you doing taking calls on her desk?" | whip my head to find Asher outside

his office, staring daggers at me. | jam the phone back in place and clear my throat.

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"Nessa went to the bathroom. | just wanted to help." Darn it. Why did it have to be a call from this blowfish? Like

his father, | can never please Asher so it’s best to not try. Where other employers will deemdiligent, Asher

will only scold me.

"Don’t ever do that again. Know your place." His brows are furrowed with annoyance. This must be stemming

from our unpleasant conversation last night.

"Copy that, sir."

"Go get Nessa. It's urgent."

Nodding, | make my way to the bathroom. When | step into the posh female restroom, the stalls all look empty. |

notice a locked door at the extreme. Someone sniffles quietly.

"Nessa? You in there?"

A flushing sound follows a hasty unlocking of the stall. Nessa steps out with slightly red eyes and a blank face.

She goes over to the sink and turns on the faucet to wash her hands.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Her response is curt unlike what | am used to getting from her. She dries her hands with a tissue, dunks it in the

waste bin and walks away. | don’t get it. Why was she crying?

My eyes stray inside the toilet she used. Curious, | go in. Nothing seems unusual until | spot a pregnancy strip

with two clear lines in the waste bin in there. | wonder if it's hers or someone else’s. Could she be pregnant? That

would make sense given her mood swing. If she isn’t elated by her pregnancy, it only means her partner isn’t

thrilled about the baby. Poor Nessa.

Before leaving, | text Anna for a change.

| still don’t hear from her till my lunch break.

"Aren't you going for lunch?"

I look up from my phone, surprised to find Asher by my door.

"I'm not that hungry. | have a sandwich in my bag. | think I'll just have that and get back to work." Due to me

usurping Nessa’s role, Asher chose to saddlewith more work to keeptoo occupied to go assisting others.

Asher’s eyes dip to the phone in my hand. | bury it under my desk.

"I'm sorry. | was just trying to reach my friend, Anna. She's been unreachable all morning. | am worried. It's

unlike her to be totally unreachable on her off day. | just wanted to talk to her."

Anna will definitely choose today as her off day from work knowing what it means to her family. They usually

spend the whole day together in remembrance of her father.

I don’t understand the worried look on Asher’s face.

"Maybe she made other plans and doesn’t want to be disturbed. You are not the only one in her life." He jams

both hands in his pocket. "She might want to spend today with her boyfriend."

"I doubt that."

"Why? She doesn’t have one?"

"She's got priorities and right now a man isn’t one of them."

His eyebrows arch upwards. "How are you so sure? You two don’t keep secrets from each other?"

"We might not know every single thing about each other but if Anna had a boyfriend, I'd know." | dig into my bag

and unearth my sandwich. Maybe if | start eating, Asher will go away. His next words surprise me.

"Give her smore time. I'm sure she'll call or text when she can."

Why does he care? What's that look in his eyes? Typical Asher wouldn't want to hear a thing about my worries.

He doesn’t give a damn aboutor my friends so what's with the encouragement? Like he can read my

expression, Asher avoids my eyes and turns away.

"Asher?" When he turns back to me, there’s no trace of the understanding man that was just in my office. His

face is all business and professional with the slight scowl that is his signature expression around me. | guess the

old Asher is back.

"I'm sorry about last night."

"Eat your lunch, Branson." He flashes his Rolex at me. "You've got forty-five minutes left and believe it or not,

you're not going hunless you turn in all those reports." He walks away like his father owns the place.

"Well, his father does own the place." | admit to myself.

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When | prayed to get an escape from the mountain of work on my desk, I didn’t think for a second that my savior

would be mother. Against the backdrop of Asher’s complaints, mom insists on whiskingaway.

"I never see her ever since she started working. She’s put in seven hours today already. That should count for

something. Con Demi, you and | are going car shopping."

"Car shopping?" Asher and | reiterate in shock.

"Yes. It's tDemi gets a befitting car of her own so she doesn’t always depend on others to drive her or resort

to taking cabs."

"Mom, we have drivers and enough cars at home. What does she need a car for?"

"Why do you have private cars, Asher?" Mom fires back at him. "You also have access to those drivers and the

cars yet you and your brothers keep buying cars every year." Asher fails to cup with a retort. "My point

exactly. Look what happened at the AGM. We totally forgot about Demi. Did you ask her how she got home? Did

you check with the drivers to ensure she got hsafe?"

"She's neither a baby nor my problem."

"Asher!"

"Sorry mother." He loosens his tie as mother glares at him. "My apologizes, Demi."

"Demi, Ashton just got a new supply of fancy cars. You can pick whichever car you want and have it customized."

"Ashton? You're taking her to the automobile company?"

Now Asher looks constipated. What's his deal. Where else would mother purchase a car forif not the

company’s very own automobile company?

Excitement bubbles in my chest at the thought of seeing Ashton. However, | keep a demure face and pretend to

be a half-decent employee who is uncomfortable with leaving work in the middle of the day.

"Do you have a problem withtaking business to your brother's company?"

"Of course not, mom. Demi, you're done for the day." Asher resigns to fate.

"Thank you, sir."

Beaming, | join mother in her SUV to Ashton’s company. On the way, she continues to apologize for not visiting

gifts as | mark more milestones as a member of the Rollins family.

"What do you mean he’s not in the office?" Mother bellows angrily.

Gris apologizes on Ashton’s behalf. "He had an urgent matter to attend to and left this morning. I'll call and

inform him of your presence."

"Never mind. I'll call him myself." Mother starts reaching for her phone in her bag. At her behest, | make myself

comfortable on the sofa while she speaks with Ashton on the phone. Even the low hum of his voice sends thrills

down my arms. Staring at his desk, | recall the moment we had had when his arms cagedon his desk.

"Stop it, Demi. You're just here to get a car." | remind myself as | struggle to keep my thoughts in a professional

plane.

But then memories of the night | spent in his room swamps me. | happened to stir awake and find Ashton

sleeping on his couch. That must have been an uncomfortable sleep. The small sofa in his room isn’t suited for

sleep and his height and body mass didn’t make it any better.

Still, he looked fine in his sleep with his hair falling like bangs over his face. His arms were folded on his chest.

His position madesuspect he had probably fallen asleep watching me.

Did he also findcute in my sleep? How long did he watchfor? | don’t recall how long | watched him

either. | just know that he stirred awake while my eyes were still taking in his body and imagining his it without

the clothes on. Color seeped into my cheeks as Ashton’s eyes fluttered open. Instantly, mine fell closed.

| heard him rise and move around. He probably checked the time. | was still pretending to be deeply asleep when

he rousedawake. | played my part and stretched like a cat. Did | overdo it? | hope he didn’t suspect me. |

guess not because he heavedoff the bed like a baby. | have never felt more precious.

Spurred by how close we were standing, | took advantage of my fake sleepy state and dug my hands in his hair.

When he didn’t stop me, | knew he had more than platonic feelings for me. It was quite obvious from his eyes as

they dipped to my lips. My heart quickened.

I don’t think | would have rejected him if he had tried to kissthen. | don’t think we wouldn't have tumbled on

the bed shortly after but thankfully, Ashton showed great restraint and senton my way. We haven't spoken

ever since.

until now.

He streams in, a little flushed to see justin his office. Did he run here?

"Demi." He whispers in a raspy voice. His eyes skirt around.

"Mother had to leave." | quickly explain. "She couldn't wait any longer."

"Oh."

The awkwardness is palpable. Ashton frisks himself for his keys or phone or something, looking everywhere but

at my eyes. | wring my hands nervously. Why are we being weird around each other? It’s not like we did anything

bad in his room. Could there be another reason for his discomfort around me?

"Um, | hope we didn’t pull you away from anything important."

Finally, he looks atwith a little guilt. "Oh no, no, no. It’s fine. | have it handled." He heads for his desk.

"Mother said you needed a car? What kind of car do you have in mind?"

"Actually, I'll be fine with anything | get. I'm not crazy about cars."

"Great. Lettake you to the showroom." With his head down, he starts shuffling towards the door.

"ASHTON." My shoulders sag in defeat. | can’t take this anymore. He pauses by the door, takes a moment before

turning to me. "Is there a problem?"

"What?"

"Do you have a problem with me?"

"Why would | have a problem with you?"

"Ok. Did | do something to upset you?"

"Demi, what's with all the questions?"

"What's with all the attitude? You ignoredback at the HQ and then blocked my number on your phone shortly

after. Like that wasn’t enough, you started givinga cold shoulder. Even now, | can tell you're not comfortable

being around me. What have | done to deserve this?"

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "I've just been having tough days Demi, okay?"

"Look, I'm sorry about going into your room. | didn’t mean to put you in that situation. | genuinely wanted to

help. There was nothing more to it. I'm sorry if it put you in a bad light." | swing the straps of my bag across my

shoulder and head for the door. "You can just sendany car. I'm not picky."

Ashton grabs my wrist before | can leave. | ignore the jolt that zings up my arm.

"I'm sorry | blocked you. | was upset."

"Maybe it’s for the best. Keep it that way. | think your brothers will cut you sslack then." When I try to

wrench my wrist from his grasp, his grip only tightens.

"I'm sorry." His voice wavers.

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

"No... am truly sorry." There's something in his eyes | can’t discern. Guilt? | am not as mad as | am acting over

being blocked.

"Ashton, really, it's fine. I've blocked people on my phone too. It’s not that deep." Our eyes linger until | absently

reach for his face. He jerks back. "I'm sorry. | didn’t mean to..."

"That's okay."

My phone beeps. Blushing, | quickly turn away and pull up my new message from Anna. A worried expression fills

my face as | turn back to Ashton.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Anna. She's been unreachable all morning and just texted to letknow she went to spend her off day with

her family. They went out of town."

Ashton shrugs. "What's wrong with that?"

| stare up at him. "Today is her father’s death anniversary. They wouldn't leave town on a day like this!"

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Ashton’s face pales at my utterance.

"Something is amiss here. | can feel it." | blurt out when | call Anna’s phone two minutes after she textsonly

to realize her phone is switched off. "She literally just texted me. How's her phone switched off already?"

"Maybe it died."

| move away when Ashton draws close to me. My heart is beating now but not because of him. "I need to go

check on her."

Ashton grabs my arm.

"Calm down, Demi. I'm sure she’s fine." Next thing | know, he pullsinto his chest and holdstightly. His

hand cradles the back of my head. | shut my eyes as my heart calms in his embrace.

"I'm scared."

"I promise that she’s fine. Take a deep breath." | follow his lead, inhale and exhale. My ringing phone snaps me

out of my false sense of calm. | pull away from Ashton and stare at the caller. Liam? | move further away and

pick the call.

"Are you alone?"

"No."

"Is it one of them?"

| know he’s referring to the quads. "Mhmm."

"Are you sitting down?"

"No?"

"Sit down."

"Why?"

"It’s about Anna."

My chest tightens painfully as he tellswhat he garnered from Asher’s call to Ashley earlier today.

"Stay calm. You can’t let them know you know or they'll grow suspicious and realize their phones have been

tapped." Tears shimmer in my eyes. Luckily, my back is turned to Ashton. How could they hide it from me? Poor

Anna. How is she doing? | bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying.

"There's something else." Liam ends the call by tellingwhat he has recently uncovered.

"Demi, are you okay?" Ashton asks nervously behind me. When | hang up on Liam, my gface is back on. |

blink away the tears and turn with a cherry smile on my face.

"Who was that? Anna?"

| stare at his face. How could he stand there and askwith a straight face about Anna knowing she can’t even

remember her own nbecause of the head injury she sustained?

| wonder if it was Asher or Ashley that textedthrough Anna’s phone. If they're so innocent, why didn’t they

tell me? Why are they hiding her condition if they aren’t guilty? | won't let them hide their wrongs anymore. That

Rollins tradition of sweeping things under the rug will no longer hold now that | am in the family.

"Oh no, not Anna. She still hasn't called."

"Who was it then?"

A bright smile fills my face. "It was my new friend. | got to know her recently. She went MIA and | have also been

worried about her. I'm glad she called to letknow she’s alright."

"Oh, really. What's her name?"

My lips curl in a lopsided grin. "Olivia Dunn."