Asher’s POV
The moment she steps into my office, something inside me snaps. That face—the same one I used to look up to before it twisted into a frown —only ignites the fury burning in my chest.
“What the f**k are you doing here?” My voice cuts through the room, sharp and cold.
“Son…” she starts.
“Don’t f*****g call me that.” The words spit out of my mouth before I can stop them, thick with rage and disgust. “Get the hell out of here.”
She flinches, but doesn’t move. “I just want to talk to you, Asher. I know things aren’t good between us right now—”
I scoff, cutting her off before she finishes that sentence. Things aren’t good between us? She’s kidding herself.
“You think this is just a rough patch? Things have never been good between us, Maris. Never. So do us both a favor and get
