Chapter 39
Celine noted that Asher constantly needed to be touching her, and she had no problems with that, especially as she had spent the entire day away from him. She didn’t even mind that although his hands were always on her, he didn’t take it further than breathtaking kisses.
With how clingy Asher was whenever they were together, she didn’t think she could survive the entirety of the next day without him so while they ate dinner in the bedroom with her on his legs, she brought it up.
The last time she had been out of the house, not counting when Nolan kidnapped her, she had been taken to a classy bar and she was told that Asher had been there, so she could definitely pay him a visit.
She couldn’t just ask Asher after he had shot her down so fast just that morning so she tried a different approach, “C-Can I go shopping tomorrow?” She asked, stuttering slightly.
She had no reason to go shopping but she hoped that Jael would be the one to take her again and she could ask him to drive by one of Asher’s bars so she could see him-
“There’s no reason for you to do that,” He said after an odd stretch of silence.
Celine’s brows furrowed, she wasn’t a materialistic person but she kind of felt bad that Asher had turned her down-
“…by yourself.” He completed, his already tight hold on her tightening.
Celine’s tense shoulders eased and she started to smile only for her relief to be crushed by Asher’s next words.
“I’ll hire a designer for you. You can let them know what you want over the phone and I’ll have it delivered.” He said, a pleased look on her face at how he had resolved the matter.
Celine was too stunned to continue the conversation, letting Asher distract her with kisses that fogged her head up. It wasn’t after he waited for her to wake up the next morning before leaving did she realize what had actually happened.
*Asher didn’t want her leaving the house.*
She really thought that their time together during her heat had solved the issue of Asher seeing his life as too dangerous for her. *She had practically killed a man for him, what else could she do to prove that she wasn’t that fragile?*
Celine sighed and got to her feet to get dressed for the day, wearing her own clothes after days of wearing either nothing or Asher’s shirts. She planned to have her breakfast in the dining room, needing the change of scenery even if it was just to walk down the hallway.
She got to the door and tried it, startled to find it locked, that had never happened before. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a key so she couldn’t unlock the door, it left her the only option of knocking which surprisingly got a speedy response.
A politely smiling maid opened the door and remained right in the doorway, her uniform spotless. “Yes, miss? Did you need something?”
“N-No,” Celine shook her head, taking several steps back mentally. She had thought that she had been locked in but it looked like it was just a mistake. “I just want to get to the dining room for breakfast.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that. I’ll bring it right to you.” The maid quickly countered.
Celine frowned, things were going south again. “But I would like to have my meal in the dining room.” She enunciated slowly, hoping that would help.
“Ah, I’m afraid I can’t allow that,” The maid looked nervous for the first time. “The boss explicitly stated that you’re not allowed to leave the master bedroom.”
“What?” Celine blurted out, irked.
The maid looked very apologetic but she made no move to budge from the doorway. “I’m really sorry about this, Miss Celine.”
Celine forced herself to reign in her emotions, reminding herself that it wasn’t the maid’s fault as she was merely following orders. “Its… It’s fine. I-I guess I’ll have breakfast in the room,” She acquiesced, stepping back into the room and listening to the maid lock the door in disbelief.
It was so startling because even when she was nothing more than property bought from an auction, Asher didn’t treat her this way but now that things had clearly changed for the better between them, he had begun locking her up.
She took off her shoes and paced the length of the room, she completely understood why Asher was acting this way but she couldn’t live in his bedroom forever. Not to mention, the last time she had been put in danger was while she was in his bedroom! She hadn’t even been in mortal danger, Mafia King Nolan just wanted her for himself.
Celine sat down to eat when the maid brought her food, wearing a tasseled pink dress and a matching shade of lipstick that no one would get to see. Right after her tray was taken away and she sat at the sitting area in front of the artificial fireplace, the door opened again.
This time there was a trio of maids and they were all bringing in her things to Asher’s bedroom, essentially moving her in. She shot to her feet, in shock. “What… What are you doing?”
The maids all shared looks before one of them spoke, “The boss ordered us to move your things to the master bedroom, Miss Celine.”
Celine was speechless for the umpteenth time and it was still morning, she decided to ask no more questions about it, planning to take the matter up with Asher himself the moment he returned. So while the maids busily moved her things into the master bedroom, which wasn’t a lot, she read on her phone.
Her old clothes found a home in one of the many shelves in the walk-in closet, it wasn’t like she had any use for them so she was fine with them being practically hidden away.