He was lucky that I did not beat the living shit out of him for trying to do what he did,” I said to Knox as we sat on the couch in my apartment the next morning. Knox had come over to go through some new security procedures that he felt needed to be implemented after the incident with Asher. My apartment was expensive and nice, yet clean and uncluttered. I liked things to be tidy. After growing up in shit with my mother who busted her ass to help give me all she had, I always told myself that when I got older I would have a nice place. No more worn out, stale, disgusting couches for me to sleep on. I had soft black leather and a nice California king to come home to. The walls were simply, yet tastefully decorated thanks to my designer. I have a state of the art kitchen with all stainless steel appliances to help satisfy my love to cook. There were often times I was left alone at an early age and if I wanted to eat, I had to learn to fix it for myself. At first I sustained off a diet of macaroni and cheese, but progressed to hearty, savory meals after my mother’s death and when I got older.“You seem awful protective of Ashley,”
