Emery POV
Quickly, I kicked Xavier's clothes to the other side of the bed, far away from the door.
I wrapped a towel around my body as I opened the door with a bright smile on my face. "Dad—"
My smile dropped and my expression darkened as my eyes met with Asher's.
I glanced behind him; my father was nowhere in sight, which means Xavier was right about Dad going to his room; he never planned on checking up on me.
“Did you lie to your father about what happened between us last night?” Asher asks in a calm tone, but fear lingers at the edges of his voice. “I'm not going to blame you for your false accusations because you were drunk, but you can't say a word of this to your dad." He takes an urgent step closer. "Your silence is for both of our sak—" His words stopped as his eyes shift
