I eyed Asher in disbelief. Is he kidding? What did he mean by well-prepared with him dressed in pajamas? Especially after the party is over?

 

 

 

My eyes lit up. Does he mean that he'll be teaching me how to fight? "Asher?" I stared at him curiously.

 

 

 

"Teacher." Asher conveyed with a serious smirk before continuing. "Starting tomorrow at 4:00 am, we'll start hard drilling." He articulated domineeringly.

 

 

 

My eyes widened. The hell!

 

 

 

"Hope I'm clear?" Asher proclaimed strictly. His playboy's expression had already disappeared without a trace, which illustrates how serious he is.

 

 

 

I nodded my head. "Yes, teacher." I concurred while questioning myself if I'd made the right decision...