Asher’s pov ;
Sitting in the back of my car, I stared at the phone screen, watching the futile attempts she made. She really tried to call the cops on me. How predictable. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. She was scared—which is good. That fear made everything so much more fun.
"Why are you smiling, Mr. Asher?" my assistant asked from the front seat, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
I shook my head. "I've caught an interesting bird," I said, still focused on the phone in my hand. “She’s going to be fun.”
I made the right choice that night, picking her up. She's more interesting than I thought she'd be.
The first thing she did was try to call the police—of course. The silly girl underestimated me. Everything is in control, including that phone. A device tai
