My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste novel Chapter 243

We hastily pulled apart our foreheads colliding together when Asher lost his footing and stumbled forward a little, I rubbed the sore spot glaring at him in anger. He mouthed a sorry before straightening himself.

Dusting off the imaginary dust off his gray shirt Asher held his index finger up to indicate that he’ll be back. I nodded letting him know I’ll be waiting for him. He turned around swiftly before disappearing out of the room. A relieved sigh left my parted lips when his presence wasn’t around me anymore.

I was jotting down some of the project information on the lined sheet paper I had taken out of my bag. I was now on the second sentence when a loud commotion had me discontinue my writing. I placed my pencil down on the unfinished paper and twisted my body around to face the door, thinking! could see through it.

My curiosity got the best of me and I left the room tiptoeing until I reached the top of the stairs that was between the two huge walls. I sat down slowly on the top stair, hoping I didn’t make a sound as I listened intently.

“Why did you invite her here?” Shelly’s furious voice vibrates through the quiet walls.

My ears perked up when I heard what they were arguing about. Who is “her?”

It’s you dumbass.

“I don’t have to tell you anything, it’s my fucking house isn’t it?” Asher’s deep voice boomed. His anger ridden voice had me quivering in fear and I prayed things wouldn’t get worse. It was silent for a while until Shelly’s now timid voice spoke up. I could barely hear her, but from the scratchy sound of her voice, she wasn’t far from crying.

“You never let me in your room, yet you let that little bitch in?” She asked and I pictured her with a sad look on her alluring features.

“I don’t owe you any explanation because we aren’t together!” Asher yelled at her.

“We were together just a few hours ago Asher, did you break up with me because of her?” Her voice was still small, and probably didn’t want to anger him more. We all know how an angry Asher acts.

“Why all those questions? Like I said, I don’t owe you an explanation, but if you really want to know why I broke up with you, it’s because you’re not doing it for me anymore. You don’t please me, you never have.” Asher said his voice didn’t hold an ounce of regret.

“What?” She stuttered and then started sobbing rather loudly.

“You heard right. I am tired of banging a fucking pole. The only reason I was with you was because of my parents, I was never happy with you, Shelly.” Asher’s voice was aggressive. Damn, what a way to hurt a girl. At this point, I felt really bad for her, no one deserves to be downgraded in such a way even though that person was Shelly.

A loud echoing slap was heard before the shattering of glass. My breath hitched and I got up quickly and raced down the stairs taking two at a time. My heart raced as I feared what was happening.

My feet came to a halt when I saw broken shreds of glass on the wooden floor. Shelly was cowering away from Asher looking at him, fear evident in her blue eyes as she backed away. He was glaring at her, but then his tensed muscles relaxed when he heard me enter. Shelly must’ve sensed my presence because now her teary blue orbs were locked onto mine in a terrifying glare. She stopped crying and looked at me with disdain. Her black hair whipped around as she straightened her form.

With a huff, she got ready to leave, her red heels crunching the broken glass shreds under them. Her hips were swaying as she flipped her dark tresses behind her shoulder. She turned around, her hand on the door knob and with a cocky expression she smirked at Asher.

“I don’t know why I bother, you always come back to me anyway.” She said with a shrug.

“Not this time, Shelly.” Asher finally looked at her and shook his head.

“We’ll see.” She snorted while she slammed the door closed.

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Chapter 243

By the look of it I just got in the middle of a lovers spat. I looked back at Asher and saw that his head was lowered. He looked like he was in deep thought as his eyebrows knitted together. His tattooed hand passed through his messy hair in frustration. Feeling stupid for just standing there, I tried to make an excuse to leave. Well this is awkward.

“Umm, it’s getting late, I should go.” 1 muttered. I looked at the round clock that was on the kitchen wall near the fridge. It was just 6 p.m.

Why did I leave my bag in the room? My stupid ass could have brought it with me while I was going to eavesdrop on their conversation.

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