It takes me by surprise. Asher has never exploded at me like this. Never attacked me like this.
And I say, brokenly, "Yeah, you didn't want me there because you had all those girls all over your face! What? Had you—had you finished having that threesome, or were you planning on it before you decided you needed to come running back to me?"
"Oh, we're back to that topic again?" Asher growls. "Is that what you want to discuss here? Right now? With Luca sitting here?"
I can't help myself. I start crying. Not even a cute cry — an ugly cry. A humiliating, messy, gut-wrenching sob.
Asher cusses under his breath.
"f**k. I hate this."
I try to stop myself from crying, desperate not to disappoint him more, desperate not to make him angrier.
"I just... I just think you're hurt," I stammer, wip
