Through Darker Days - Book 1

6 | I'm Asher

Sierra's POV

I follow this man inside the apartment building, shaking on the inside with fear. How do I know if I can trust him? He just shot my boyfriend in that alley like it was nothing. My grip on his hand tightens, and he hisses as my nails dig into his skin.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Calm down," he mumbles and I can't help but scoff. "Really? Do I need to remind you that you shot someone less than ten minutes ago?" I question and he stops walking, spinning my small frame around.

Backing me against the wall, he places his hands on either side of my head and narrows his eyes. "I could have killed him for putting his hands on you," he hisses and I fight the smile that wants to make its way on my face.

"You should consider yourself lucky that you're still alive. You don't even know what you have gotten yourself into do you?" He asks and I shut my gaping mouth, a frown appearing on my face.

"I just want to be free of this. Of him. Of everything. I want to wake up and know I'm safe," I tell him with a sigh. "Look thanks for helping me. I'll be gone in the morning. Okay?" I question and he shrugs.

"What do I care? I'm a monster anyways, right?" He counters and I groan, rubbing my face. "I tried to apologize for that. I didn't mean it like that," I tell him softly and he rolls his eyes. "Yeah okay," he mumbles.

I suddenly realize how close his face is to mine and I take a deep breath. "Ca-can you move now?" I ask nervously, biting my lip. "Not if you keep doing that," he mutters, his eyes intensifying as he looks into mine.

"What am I doing?" I question, the words leaving my lips as a hushed whisper. "You're going to be trouble," he whispers huskily, leaning his forehead on mine. "What are you doing?" I question, closing my eyes when one of his hands cup my cheek.

"Something I'll probably regret," he whispers, pressing his lips gently against mine. I lean into him, deepening the kiss. My arms wrap around his neck and he lifts me from the ground, my legs wrapping around his waist.

His mouth moves from mine, finding its way to my neck. He bites down gently, soon kissing the very spot that makes me weak. I moan softly, feeling myself grow wet as he repeats his action on my sensitive sweet spot.

"We should st—" His mouth soon attack's mine again and my words are lost. Before I know it, I'm lying on my back with him hovering above me. "We should what?" He asks and I shake my head, ignoring all rational thoughts.

"Nothing. Don't stop, let's have tonight. I need this," I whisper, knowing tomorrow will be filled with more drama and regret. "Are you sure?" He questions and I nod my head, pulling his face back down to mine, capturing his lips.

"Woah! My bad!" Someone says, interrupting our heated make out session. I recognize the voice and I pull away, looking at Ross in embarrassment. "I said keep her safe, not f**k her," Ross mutters with a smirk and something inside of me snaps, finally breaking.

All I see is red as I charge at Ross, pushing him out of the door way. He stumbles and I run past him, but of course, I don't get far as someone grabs me from behind and pulls against their hard chest. The familiar cologne fills my nostrils and I relax momentarily before I try to escape his grasp.

"Calm the f**k down princess," he growls in my ear and I go limp, giving up. It's no use to fight against him. "I just," I begin saying, but my anger fades and my eyes fill with tears. A sob escapes my mouth and I'm turned around. I'm soon crying on the shoulder of a man's who name I don't even know.

"Hush baby, I got you," he whispers into my ear and I close my eyes, hugging him even tighter. For now I'll enjoy his touch, his protectiveness, because tomorrow I'll be gone. "Thank you, um—"

He chuckles and pulls away. "I'm Asher," he says with a smirk and I smile softly. "Thank you Asher," I whisper and he licks his lips, leaning towards me.

Before our lips touch, someone clears their throat and my cheeks heat in embarrassment. What the hell is wrong with me? What is this guy doing to me? "We need to leave. Your apartment isn't safe," Ross tells Asher and I tilt my head in confusion. "What do you mean?" I question and wait for an answer.

Instead I'm rewarded with gun shots and the both of them yelling at me to duck.