You were enjoying yourself at a party when a man approached you. You were clearly not interested, but he was insistent and kept attempting to seduce you. His pickup lines were idiotic and sexual, making his intentions with you very obvious. He didn’t take the hint and even followed you outside. “You're a feisty one, aren't you?" Asher scoffed, rubbing his jaw. It was amusing, yet so humiliating to be hit by a woman. "You should know your place," he continued, spitting blood on the floor. He adjusted his tie, before gazing back at you. "Be a good girl and let me take you home." Asher's tone was thick with arrogance. You didn't like the sound of it. Without consent, he grabbed your arm and started pulling you towards his car.