His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) Read Online Free

understanding and accepting.  Too much sometimes, he thought, but he was that way, too.  He trusted people too easily and it had caused issues in the past, but he kept doing it.  He didn't want to not trust people if he could, because then what sort of person would he be?
    Paranoid, hateful, unpleasant.  A lot more than that, too.
    While the nurse and Jessika talked, Asher grabbed his phone.  He had a lot of missed calls, but he ignored every single one of them.  Instead, he went to dial Lucent's number.  If anyone could get this resolved sooner rather than later, it was him.
    He dialed, hit send, and the phone rang once.  Then he hung up.
    He couldn't call Lucent.  Lucent had issues of his own.  This was a multi-tiered issue in dire need of escalation to someone who could resolve it, but currently he had no one he could rely on.  The thought bothered him more than he wanted to let on.
    He put the phone at his side and smiled at Jessika.  As soon as they could leave, he'd bring her away from here and to somewhere safer and more private.  He didn't know where that was yet, considering every place he would have thought was safe was currently being torn apart by someone or had been torn through in the recent past, but he'd figure it out on the way.
    The phone rang, vibrating at his side.  Asher grabbed it to shut it up, with plans to ignore whoever wanted to talk to him, but he stopped just before he hit the button to quiet the buzzing.  It was Jeremy.
    He accepted the call.  "Hey, Jeremy.  What's going on?"
    "Hey, Asher," Jeremy said.  "Not much?  You?  I hear there's a horde of newspeople at the hospital.  Wow.  You guys are all over the news, did you know?"
    "Yes, actually," Asher said.  "We saw."
    "Jessika freaked out, huh?"
    At his side, Jessika hissed into Asher's ear.  "Don't tell him I freaked out."
    "She said not to tell you she freaked out," Asher said.
    "Asher!"  Her palm slapped against his back.
    "Yeah, I figured as much," Jeremy said.  "I can understand.  Anyways, I thought you guys might want some help?  I'm out back, by the dumpsters, if you want to sneak away."
    "Nice," Asher said.  His idea of a good day wasn't typically one that started with taking a trip past dumpsters, but it would have to do.  "That'd be great, except we're stuck in the hospital room at the moment.  There are reporters everywhere.  They don't have many security measures in here for preventing situations like that, I'm told."
    "Asher, be nice," Jessika said, hitting him on the shoulder.
    "Yeah, I thought about that," Jeremy said.  "What you could do is..."
    ***
    "A sher," I said.  "I don't think this is going to work."
    "It's going to work fine," he said to me.  To the nurse across from us, he added, "Can you do this one thing, please?  That's all I'm asking for."
    He was being kind of testy with the nurse.  I understood some of the reason for it, but I thought he could at least treat her a little nicer.  It really wasn't her fault for what happened.  In all honesty, I doubted she ever thought she'd be put in a situation like this.  That's how I felt on an almost daily basis after marrying Asher, too.  How did this happen to me?   A simple question, but one that didn't have an easy answer.
    I loved Asher so much.  I wanted to be with him.  We had passion and spark, but also intimacy and understanding.  He was so fun to spend time with and I could watch a movie while snuggled in his arms for hours.  We could talk about it after, still cuddling, too.  We both liked books and reading.  He preferred to read on one of his eReaders, but sometimes I liked the feel of a real book in my hands.  It was fun, I thought.  Just the idea of it, the presence and the memories when we sat in bed together, cuddled close, each of us reading something different, but doing it at the same time.
    I smiled inwardly, thinking about it.  Asher and I liked to point out parts of books that we really liked.  Sometimes he