Lindsay's POV.
Asher got home that night drunk. That was the least way I expected him to be. I had expected him to be furious and probably choke me to death. Asher was a very confusing being. Each time I expected him to do something, he always did things the other way.
He staggered as he made his way through the front door while I stayed at the side staring at him. He looked at me for a while. I didn't know if he was angry or not.
He raised his hand to speak. “That was a really good act you...." He paused. “Pulled at my office today" he shook his head as he tossed his suitcase to the couch.
I didn't say a word. I was alert as ever. He was drunk and was probably not going to hit me, but i didn't want to take the risk.
He started coming towards me but I didn't move back because I didn'
