Chelsea's POV;

Tracy and I are in the back of Asher's car, and I must say, it's quite fancy. It's neat, the leather seats are spotless, and the bright red color of the car screams elegance and class.

Asher has love songs playing from his speakers, and I keep watching as he bobs his head and taps his fingers on the steering wheel, to the music. This causes me to roll my eyes before looking back out of the window.

How could he be enjoying love songs? Does he even know what they mean? Just last night, he had a girl warming his bed. Pretty sure he'd have a different...