The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2471

Asher leaned down slowly, his bronzed, sculpted muscles flexing with each breath. The dips and ridges of his body stood out sharply, his striking features growing larger in Arnold's stunned gaze.

His brows and eyes were sharp and dazzling, luring him in.

Arnold pressed against the headboard, his breath catching. His mind went blank. His heart still fluttered. 'What now? Ugh! I'm so pathetic and weak...'

Asher braced his arms on either side of him, his dark eyes locking onto Arnold's. Though his pupils were deep black, his love surged like an unrelenting tide, wild and all-consuming.

It felt like last night's madness all over again. All he wanted to do was swallow him whole, melt into him, and never let go.

"Arnold, does it still hurt...?"

"Go to hell!" Arnold's crimson, fox like eyes burned with fury as he slapped Asher across the face.

It was a hard slap. Five distinct finger marks bloomed instantly on Asher's check, which turned red and swollen. Yet, Asher barely felt it because his heart had been aching far worse.

me!" Arnold shoved him away, his hands trembling, his voice nearly hysterical. "Who

dog, drenched and abandoned in the rain. "Last night... At the bar, you drank

in my

a thick stack of bills, and slapped them against Asher's bare

of my sight and don't ever let me see

only sound left was the heavy,

in, his face tight with urgency. "Mr. Larson ran off! You finally got to see him how could you let him go?! Even if

sat motionless, his face pale as

had seen the rise and fall of Asher's last relationship and had watched him be torn apart. He did not want

a whisper. He crouched down, trembling, gathering the scattered bills one by one, clutching them tightly in his palm.

octaves, "What the hell?! You actually believe that nonsense?! When I get pissed, I say I wanna blow up the White Ilouse-should we take

for a lifetime... But would it matter?" Asher curled into himself, like a crushed soda can, discarded by the only one he had

out of the hotel. The sky was murky gray with

and stopped in front of him. "Mr. Larson,

a ride for you.