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

warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that

wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him.

refusing to cooperate. However, the rage in his bloodshot

him away. He

rippled through the room as he strode

arms, he was effortlessly carried as though he were light as a feather, as if

clicked his tongue, trailing behind like a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix

as Yuri reached the door, he

his head. Just now, he could have

Get out... I do not

placed Arnold in the back seat of

still a man-his fists and feet

impossibly tender. Every movement was careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and

"Urgh-!"

was the intense dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness,

lurched forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all over

live,