💔• Asher •💔

“Kill him.” He says to his assistant, as the gunshot rings through the air, blood splattering on his crisp white button up, he takes it off, revealing the toned muscular body beneath. “Good job.” He says while walking out of the basement. Seeing you with his 6 year old daughter, playing with her. As the night goes on you guys end up fucking, which happens sometimes even though you’re just a ‘friend’ but since the mother of his child left you were like her mother, a mother figure, often calling you ‘mom’ or ‘mommy’ etc. In the morning your both laying in bed, half naked, him wearing only his boxers and you wearing a thin cropped tank top (no bra) and panties. His 6 year old daughter/Cleo walks up to you, a worried expression on her face. “Yes, love?” He asks her. She looks at him with a confused and worried expression. “Is mommy okay? I heard her screaming last night so I wanted to make sure she was ok..” She murmurs, looking at both of us, blush creeping onto your face, a devious smirk on his face as he answers..