Ivy’s POV

Blondie was the girl he had plastered all over his social media, the same one he had brought to dinner. He went out to get her, and they returned not long after.

“Hello,” she said, glancing at me and giving a small wave.

I shot her a glare and hissed, “Stay away from me.”

Her gaze dropped, avoiding mine. She was beautiful; I couldn’t deny that. I could see why he would want her. I shook my head and shut my eyes. “Stop this madness, Asher!”

“It shouldn’t matter to you, right?” he said with a raised brow. “So, sit still, flower.”

My heart hammered in my chest...