The dinner date.

Asher’s P.O.V

I stormed out of the apartment, my rage boiling over like a pot left unattended. Reaching my car in a matter of seconds, I roughly twisted the doorknob, but the damn thing didn’t give. Frustration bubbled in my gut and I was about to kick the fender when the door gently clicked open from the inside.

Surprised and pissed, I slid into the car, ready to unleash my fury on the nearest target.

But my anger deflated like a punctured tire when I saw my Beta sitting in the driver’s seat. “What the hell are you doing here?” I growled, my frown deepening. Did he hide in the fucking bonnet while I started the car in the garage?

Sen gave me a weird look, his eyes squinting slightly. “You don’t remember, do you, Asher?”

I scowled, too pissed for whatever shit Sen was about to give me. “Remember what?”

“I drove you here,” He said calmly. “You asked me to fetch the car keys and I brought you to Anna’s apartment.”

Huh? That wasn’t how I fucking remembered it.

At his words, a terrible po