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.

trembling, his voice nearly hysterical. "Who the hell told

his spine stiff, his expression flickering with helplessness. He looked like a stray dog, drenched and abandoned in the rain. "Last night... At the bar, you

to interfere?! Who the hell are you to me?! Asher, in my eyes... You are nothing!" Arnold grabbed his scattered clothes from the floor

out a thick stack

out of my sight and don't ever let me see you again!" With that,

fell into silence. The only sound left

his face tight with urgency. "Mr. Larson ran off! You finally got to see him how could you

sat motionless, his

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

whisper. He crouched down, trembling, gathering the scattered bills one by

that nonsense?! When I get pissed, I say I wanna blow up the White Ilouse-should we take that seriously

throw away my pride, my dignity... I could chase him for a lifetime... But would it matter?" Asher curled into himself, like a crushed soda can, discarded by the

was murky gray with a blinding white rift in the middle. Rain

stopped in front

arranged a ride

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