Asher
I lied.
I lied when I threatened never to go after her again because the moment Aphrodite walked out that door, I knew I couldn't let her go. What a fool I was to think I could.
I went after her, cursing under my breath, when a server almost ran into me at the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw the mess behind me, but before he could say a word, I reached into the pocket of my dress pants and slapped a couple of hundred-dollar bills into his hand.
He was stunned, but I ignored him and hurried down to catch up with her. By the time I got out of the restaurant, she was nowhere to be seen.
I cussed, running my fingers through my hair and pulling at the roots in frustration. I stood there for a while before walking towards my parked car, dejectedly unlocking it, and then zooming
