Scarlet pushed the gym door open with more force than necessary, her frustration evident in every step. The sound of fists hitting a punching bag echoed through the room, and she immediately spotted Asher, his shirt drenched in sweat as he relentlessly pummeled the bag. Nick was nearby, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking torn between concern and exhaustion. Scarlet’s eyes narrowed as she marched over, her anger bubbling to the surface.
“Asher!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the rhythmic thuds of his punches. “What the hell is your problem? You’ve been keeping Nick with you all day, and I’m sick of it! He’s my mate, not your emotional support animal!”
Asher paused mid-punch, his chest heaving as he turned to face her. His expression was a mix of i
