Page 7 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
The ones who seemed to know him or had probably known him when he was young seemed friendly, but there were some who eyed him like he was a monster to avoid.
I hated that for Asher. He might be grumpy, but I’d discovered that he was a man who was probably very misunderstood.
Was he a friendly guy?
Well…no.
But I was convinced that he was a good man who wanted people to fear him because that meant he didn’t have to socialize.
He muttered something to an elderly man who I knew was the owner of the Mug and Jug in Crystal Fork, but nobody else got close enough to speak with Asher.
I didn’t know many people in town, but I was acquainted with a few of the folks who’d gone out of their way to introduce themselves while I was doing errands in Crystal Fork.
Silas, the Mug and Jug owner, was a familiar face.
I’d also met Charlie, the owner of Charlie’s Restaurant, and I’d met every one of Asher’s cousins and their wives at least once.
I’d also been introduced to Millie, Asher’s aunt who owned the ranch adjacent to Cole and Asher’s properties.
I was probably better acquainted with Asher’s younger brother, Cole, because he passed by Asher’s home fairly often, but I tried to make myself scarce when Asher’s brother was there so the men could talk without the housekeeper around.
I couldn’t say I knew anyone at the wedding well, but not all of the faces here were completely unfamiliar to me.
I stared openly as Asher made his way back to the table, one of the chefs walking behind him and carrying a plate of food.
For a guy who hadn’t been hungry a short time ago, he was hitting that buffet pretty hard.
Asher placed his plates on the table and took the one that the chef had carried, dismissing the man with nothing but a quick nod.
When he put that plate on top of the empty one in front of me, I said with a gasp, “I told you that I didn’t want anything else.”
“Eat,” he said sharply as he sat down. “You sounded like you regretted the fact that you didn’t make it to the crab legs or the prime rib.”
“I don’t want to make a pig of myself at your brother’s wedding, Mr. Remington,” I whispered in a disconcerted voice.
He shot me an annoyed glance. “Don’t be ridiculous. The food is meant to be enjoyed. And I already gave you permission to call me Asher. Weeks ago. If you don’t start using my first name, I’ll probably fire you.”
I smiled. “No, you won’t. I’m too good at my job and nobody else will put up with you.”
Hehadgiven me permission to use his first name, and I’d ignored that particular request.
Using his given name seemed too personal, and the last thing I needed was to get any closer to Asher Remington.
I might think of him as Asher in my head, but being on a first-name basis with my boss could be dangerous for me.
We had a routine.
We got along just fine.
I didn’t want to think of him as anything other than my boss.
I hadn’tquitemanaged to get over the attraction I had to Asher Remington but reminding myself that he was nothing but my employer every single day seemed to help.
Sometimes.
Except for the days when he wasn’t acting like a complete jerk and it was easy to notice how incredibly breathtaking he was.
Granted, Asher was almost always a jerk, but he had his moments…
