*Ophelia*
Still jittery from the excitement of the private jet, we touch down in Asher's town an hour after we popped the champagne. I was too nervous to drink more than just a few small sips. The bottle looks insanely expensive and probably is. But I don't want to be inebriated when I meet everyone.
But nothing will prepare me when it comes to seeing Asher's home. My mouth falls open, and I gawk at the mansion in front of my eyes. At least three stories tall, surrounded by an open green yard, complete with practice dummies and a gigantic pool. Holy s**t.
We enter the house, and I'm baffled. “You neglected to tell me you live in a mansion."
Asher shrugs but nods up the stairs. “Second floor, third door on the left. You can head up there and get yourself situated and I'll bring your bag
