I eyed Asher in disbelief. Is he kidding? What did he mean by well-prepared with him dressed in pajamas? Especially after the party is over?
My eyes lit up. Does he mean that he'll be teaching me how to fight? "Asher?" I stared at him curiously.
"Teacher." Asher conveyed with a serious smirk before continuing. "Starting tomorrow at 4:00 am, we'll start hard drilling." He articulated domineeringly.
My eyes widened. The hell!
"Hope I'm clear?" Asher proclaimed strictly. His playboy's expression had already disappeared without a trace, which illustrates how serious he is.
I nodded my head. "Yes, teacher." I concurred while questioning myself if I'd made the right decision by asking Asher to be my teacher.
On a further note, I couldn't help thinking that his decision must've been fueled
