Asher’s POV
Every attempt I make feels futile, like I'm just dancing in circles. Useless, that's how my father always saw me, and now, as I struggle to conjure a unique design idea, his words echo louder than ever. Gripping the bottle of vodka, I drown in its numbing embrace. The memories of Peach and her betrayal flood my mind, a relentless cascade of pain and desire intertwining. I'm ensnared, oblivious to the depths of my own predicament. Ignoring the primal urge pulsing through me, I down another gulp, numbing the ache but never truly extinguishing it.
"You think you can deceive me, Peach, but a virgin's innocence is unmistakable," I mutter with a sardonic smirk. It's foolish, really, to ask such questions, knowing full well she's inexperienced. Yet, the thought lingers, a bitter rem
