Asher's eyes were fixed on Orion's face, where he detected nothing but revulsion for himself. With a smirk, he greeted his son, "It's nice to see you too." He glanced momentarily at Azalea, who was hastily removing her suit and rushing away from the elevator. Both scenes before his eyes were too bitter for him, causing his chest to feel as though it might burst open. Orion gave him a thorough look before turning away.
"How is your mother?" Asher asked, attempting to maintain a distance from the man he called his son. As soon as the words reached Orion's ears, he stopped in his tracks and gave Asher a hateful look.
"Don't mention her with that tongue of yours," Orion spat out, his fists clenching tightly and his jaws tightening. Blood rushed into the whites of his eyes, and it appeared as if he was smelling blood.
Asher stepped out of the elevator, sneering, "What a pity. I was going to arrange a meeting with her. After all, it has been a long time since I have seen my dear wife." He smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Orion charged at Asher, grabbing him by the collar with one hand while swinging the other in the air, ready to strike. "Don't you dare show up in front of her," he warned through gritted teeth. "I will make sure I forget that I share the same blood with you."
While Orion's face was distorted with agony, Asher appeared to be enjoying it. Though their faces shared similar features, their expressions made them look entirely different.
Asher's smile didn't fade as he lifted his hand and straightened Orion's collar, patting his shirt neatly. "I am looking forward to our family reunion," he taunted before releasing his grip on Orion's collar and stepping aside to walk away.
Orion's jaw clenched painfully, and his body shook with frustration as Asher walked away. As Asher's smile slowly faded, he fixed his collar, which had been yanked by Orion earlier, and twitched his cheek upward in a psychotic manner. "We will meet again, my dear wife. I have one last job for you," he hissed before heading toward the hotel room he had booked.
When Asher arrived at his room, his guards had already opened the doors and he stepped inside, hardly noticing their presence. The Grandure hotels boasted of a reputation unmatched in the hospitality industry, and the interior of the hotel and its rooms was designed to perfection by the best designers from across the globe. Asher was amused by the sheer beauty of the place, but it did little to lift his mood after the disastrous meeting he had just had.
With a frustrated sigh, he pulled off his tie, angry at how tightly it had gripped his neck. Gazing out of the window with venomous eyes, he unbuttoned his suit, taking off his coat and waistcoat piece by piece until he was in his shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled, muscular body.
"If it wasn't for Orion this time, I would have done what I couldn't do all those years ago," he muttered under his breath. The face of a child flashed before his eyes, standing outside the room with a betrayed look on his face, the same disgust that Orion had shown towards him earlier that day. "She could have been mine," he muttered to himself, gulping nervously as he recalled holding Azalea's hand earlier. A wave of desire surged through him, and suddenly he felt a warm hand skittering from behind and wrapping itself around his chest like a snake. A warm body hugged him from behind and tickled his bare chest teasingly.
"I thought you would need my company, I guess I was right," Cleo purred seductively as she leaned her head against his back, tracing her cold, long fingers across his chest. Asher's lip curled up, and he held her hands with his, slowly parting them as he turned around to face her. Cleo was clad in seductive lingerie that was almost transparent, leaving little to the imagination.
Asher slipped his hands down her arms and scooped her up to eye level, feeling her legs wrap around his body as she giggled. "Someone's been a bad girl, not doing her job properly," he teased, reaching out to kiss her lips, causing their lips to brush against each other. The sensation sent electric currents down Cleo's body, and her grip on him tightened as she looked at him with a hungry gaze.
Asher held her up with one hand as he traced his finger from her beauty bone to her chin, lifting it. "Asher," she breathed, her voice heavy with desire as she traced her hands across his chest and hugged him. He enjoyed her desperation as he slowly marched over to the bed and tossed her onto it before he started to undress, revealing his well-built body.
"I hoped it would be Azalea, but if she was this simple, then it wouldn't have been this fun," he thought to himself as he savored the moment with Cleo. "I love it when she plays hard to get," he added, unable to keep his thoughts from drifting back to Azalea. Despite Cleo's seduction and allure, Azalea was the one he truly desired, and the memory of her continued to consume him even as he gave himself over to his desires.