The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

That gaze was filled with burning emotions--both affectionate and sorrowful.

Asher looked at the man in front of him, his gaze blurring, before sharpening again.

"Are you new here? How much for a night?" Lost in a drunken daze, Arnold smirked like a cunning fox. His slender fingers traced the sharp contours of Asher's face, stroking gently.

"Handsome, I will give you that... but-" Arnold's gaze darkened. "Why do you look so much like someone I hate to death?"

A sharp pang seized Asher's chest, but he seized the moment, wrapping an arm around Arnold's waist. His fingers trembled as he pulled him close.

"I'm a newcomer here. Mr. Larson, would you be kind enough to help me hit my performance target?"

Arnold's fox-like eyes shimmered, unfocused, as he stared up at him.

Asher's eyes reddened, his scorching palm pressed firmly against Arnold's waist. His voice, deep and low, carried a promise.

"I swear, I will not disappoint you."

Down below, Yuri clung to the edge of the stage, eavesdropping on the shameless words spilling from Asher's mouth. A shiver ran down his spine.

this still The Matrix

cascaded down Arnold's neck,

familiar face before him. Rage and agony exploded

soft, refusing to

Asher would not give Arnold another chance to push him away. He lifted Arnold into his arms, leaping off the stage in one fluid

through the room as

tall, Arnold stood on the taller side among men. Yet in Asher's arms, he was effortlessly carried as though he were light as a feather, as if he

Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed, giving

the nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door,

could have sworn someone had been

I do

placed Arnold in the back seat of the luxury

kicking and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a man-his fists

careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and

"Urgh-!"

dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness,

forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all over his expensive, custom-made

unfold live, Yuri felt his scalp