Chapter 25

Kai

A few days had passed since the incident with Soren. Other than some man coming a day later to pick up Pacha and Ash's stuff, including his car, I hadn't heard a word from Ash.

I was more bitter than ever before because those few days with Ash changed everything. For four long years, I thought I was fine. I believed I was in a good place in life, and I was. Only with Ash back in the picture, I realized how much better life could be. We were always meant to be together. Unfortunately, I was too stupid to realize it sooner, but now I had no doubt I was the one for him while Soren was in the way.

Our way.

I bet my money Ash had gotten so pissed off when I kissed him because he, too, realized how right he felt with me. How different life next to me could be. I'd give him anything he wanted, even kids, if that was really what he dreamed of. I mean, look at me—I already had one kid, and I was killing it. I bet a couple more wouldn't be hard. Right ?

But even if, let's say, Ash dumped Soren and still didn't want to date me, I'd be fine with it, too, because Soren was bad for him. Period. That man was clearly a psycho. The other day, I even talked to Mel about the moron, and she completely agreed. She told me how much she hated Soren but also mentioned that Ash loved him deeply and refused to be so much as engaged in a conversation about Soren whenever she tried bringing it up.

For several days, I debated with myself how I should reach out to Ash, but this morning, the answer came to me in the form of a shirt he'd left behind. After parking my bike in front of work, I pulled out my phone. Looking at his contact name, I thought about whether I should call when I decided to go for a text.

Me: Hey, how's your leg?

Thinking it would take him some time to see it, I was ready to pocket my phone and get inside the restaurant when my phone buzzed, and I quickly opened it.

Ashy: Hey, it's good. Got a few stitches.

Pleased that he wrote back, I quickly typed another text.

Me: Glad to hear.

Me: You forgot your shirt at Aiden's. The guy Soren sent probably missed it.

Once again, he replied immediately.

Ashy: Thanks for letting me know.

I hoped he'd write something else so I could deepen the conversation, but after a few more minutes passed with no new text coming, I decided to push.

Me: I wanted to apologize for everything that happened.

Ashy: For punching Soren?

Me: Yes.

Me: But also about the kiss.

He vanished for a little while again, and when he finally replied, I had to reread his text to make sure I was reading correctly.

Ashy: Why would you apologize for it?

I almost dropped my phone with how fast I typed back, my fingers hitting the screen repeatedly until I hit Send.

Me: Because I thought you didn't like it?

Ashy: I didn't?

Holy shit.

Me: You're saying you did like it?

Ashy: I'm not sure…

My heart rate increased, and without thinking twice, I hit the Call button. The line rang a few times before he hung up on me but quickly sent a text.

Ashy: Sorry, I can't talk right now.

Eager to find out what more he had to say, I tried my luck.

Me: Can we meet? To talk?

Ash: I don't think it's a smart idea.

Me: Come on, Ashy. Please?

Me: We can pretend I'm just giving you back your shirt.

The three dots letting me know he was typing popped up on the screen before disappearing. Nervous, I moved my hand over my face, clenching my phone harder. So caught up with this conversation, I didn't even bother getting off my bike. When the phone finally buzzed again, I sighed with relief.

Ashy: Okay. Can you come over later tonight? Around 9 p.m.?

Fuck yeah.

Me: You bet. Send me the address.

Clearly, our little kiss didn't only change things for me but also for him because Ash then texted me back his address. I was finally getting my chance with him, and I wasn't about to miss it.

Before coming here, I thought about buying some flowers for Ash but ditched the idea. Assuming he wouldn't immediately jump into my arms the moment he saw me, I scolded my eager self to chill the fuck down. There would be time for flowers and whatnot later, but tonight, I'd have to keep it cool and see what he had to say. Obviously, our reunion had affected him as much as it did me, and the kiss was just proof of that. Ash was probably debating with himself, caught between his current boyfriend and me.

I parked my bike outside the address he gave me and scanned the house with a skeptical brow. I never imagined Ash as the type to live in a Bel Air mansion, but it definitely suited his idiotic boyfriend. I snorted. That asshole definitely had a stick up his ass, which explained this overly excessive house.

Leaving my helmet on the bike seat, I walked toward the open main gate. I stepped in, unimpressed, because growing up rich, I was used to this crap, and walked straight toward the front door. Once there, I pulled out my phone and texted Ash, letting him know I'd arrived. A couple of minutes passed, and he still didn't see the message. So, instead of waiting for a reply, I knocked on the door and buzzed the intercom, which remained unanswered.

I tried opening the door, which, apparently, wasn't locked. Sweet . I walked in, not bothering to be quiet, then closed it behind me. I mean, it was better he knew I was here, right?

"Ash?" I called his name while looking around. This place looked like a motherfucking museum. Art on the walls, weird-ass sculptures, all in black, white, and gray. Struck by the strong urge to mess up this place, I cursed under my breath. What a shame it was summer and I had no mud on my shoes to drag all over the pristine floors.

After still no sign of anyone, I allowed myself in. The kitchen was just as hideously organized as the entrance to the house, and so was the living room. How the fuck did Ashy live in such a tidy house? The guy was a walking mess. We both were.

Pacha then came to greet me, but he didn't seem too excited before grabbing his bone from the floor and going to eat it on his bed that was right next to a big floor-to-ceiling window.

Weirded out by the situation, I took my phone out of my jeans to call Ash when a sound caught my attention—a cry, maybe a groan. I wasn't entirely sure what I heard, but it piqued my curiosity, and I began searching for its source. The further I walked down the hall, the clearer those sounds became. Deep moans strangled with pleasure that could only ever come from sex. Filthy, animalistic, soul-consuming sex that burned you from the inside out. I knew voices like that. I knew how you needed to feel to cry this way. I also knew what I'd see once I took those last few steps toward the open door at the end of the hall. And despite every part of my brain telling me not to do that and to turn around, my body moved on its own.

My breath caught in my chest, and shocked, I froze on the spot with my eyes struggling to grasp what I was seeing.

Ash, my sweet, innocent Ashy, crying his heart out, with his eyes blindfolded and his hands tied with a black tie, being fucked from behind like a nameless whore. Bent over the desk, Ash sobbed while Soren kept on fucking him. Mercilessly, frantically, brutally fucking him. They were in some sort of an office, not that I cared, with my full attention on Ash's parted lips, flushed cheeks, and the beads of sweat coating his brows as he continued begging for Soren to go harder.

My whole body dried as if I hadn't drunk a drop of water in years, and my chest tightened. But at the same time I felt sick to my stomach, seeing Ash this way awakened all of my senses, and I was hungry to have him for myself. Ignoring the situation, my dick twitched in my jeans, and I licked my dry lips as the stench of sex, their filthy sex, reached my nostrils. Surrounded by the sounds of their pleasure, I couldn't move a muscle, let alone look away. With each passing second, my cock grew harder until the ache was physically painful, and I was tempted to grab myself. Soren's bare cock, glossed with cum and lube, slid in and out of Ash's hole, and the tempting sound drilled into my screwed-up head like a nail. When Soren suddenly stopped and pulled out, I took a step back but continued to watch them. Grabbing Ash by the hips, he turned him around and then lifted him to sit on the edge of the table.

"Do you love me, little Sparrow?" he asked.

"Y-Yes."

"How much?"

"More than anything in this world."

A cold shiver ran through me at his words because hearing Ash say this was worse than waking up drunk in my own piss and vomit.

"Tell me, my love, what lengths will you cross for me?"

Jealous, I watched Soren wrapping his fingers around Ash's neck as Ash trembled to get closer. My mind went fucking crazy at the sight of them.

"All seven seas, Soren. I'll fucking die for you."

And to think I believed coming here today would somehow make Ash mine again. I was so embarrassed for being such an idiot. Truthfully, I would have slammed my head into the wall if it hadn't been for what happened next.

Soren looked at me.

With his hands around Ash and his lips mere inches from Ash's skin, Soren's eyes were locked with mine. And what lurked behind them wasn't surprise but satisfaction. And when the corner of his lips quirked up into a self-satisfied smirk, I realized something.

I was exactly where he wanted me to be.

"W-Why did you stop?" Ash asked, his question taking me out of my shock.

"For no reason, little Sparrow," Soren said, his eyes still pinned on me. "Would you ever dare to leave me?"

Ash shook his head.

"Speak up."

"Never."

"Such a good boy," he said as he looked back at Ash before cupping his face. "Stick your tongue out."

Like an obedient pup, Ash did as he was told.

Once again, Soren's eyes flickered to me a second before he sucked on Ash's tongue. They began eating each other right in front of me, tongues meeting, teeth clashing, and lips biting, with Ash not even aware they had a guest. My brain fucking exploded, and my dick swelled with each deep moan Ash let into Soren's hungry mouth. I bit my lip, trying to hold on to this torture just a bit more because perhaps then I'd stop wishing to replace Soren. But no matter how long I was rooted to the floor, watching Ash being consumed by another man, nothing changed—I still wanted him, desired him, like never before.

He wanted me long before this prick came into our lives, and the feeling of missing out was like no other. It drove me fucking nuts because never in my life had I wanted something as much as I wanted Ash Sage right now. No dose, line, or pill ever came close to this thirst that burned down my dry throat. To this insane hunger that dug a hole in my stomach until my fingers trembled and my muscles tensed.

I'd probably lost my fucking mind because, without realizing it, I began stepping closer. What am I even planning on doing? Probably push Soren away from Ash. And then what? Ash would cry, even protest for a while, but I'd shut him up by shoving my dick down his willing throat and watch him choke on my cock until he'd be too fucking weak to cry. Only then would I give him what he truly wanted by fucking him until neither of us could stand. But before any of that happened, Soren spoke, his words stopping me from taking another step.

"Do you want me to take the blindfold off for you, little Sparrow?"

While he referred his question to Ash, the message to me was clear—a warning to stay the hell away.

"Y-Yes," Ash cried, his voice putting a bit of sense in my fucked-up brain. "I-I want to see you."

Soren grinned like the jackass he was, his attention split between Ash and me. "If you want me to take it off, make sure to sing when I put my cock back inside your tight little hole, where it belongs. I want you to moan so loud for me that anyone could hear."

Ash's body trembled before he nodded eagerly, and I knew it was time for me to leave. Without lingering another second, I got the fuck out of there. But the sight of Ash's quivering body, erect cock with leaking tip, and bruised lips kept flashing before me whenever I closed my eyes. The sound of his moans overcame the roar of my bike and the noise of the road, and by the time I reached home, I was still painfully hard beyond words.

I dashed to the shower, barely stripping out of my clothes before stepping in under the cold water. I fisted my throbbing length while biting my lip and sending my head back with my eyes closed. My hand moved at a frantic pace, pumping my aching boner to images of Ash. To images of me drilling in and out of him while he was crying for me and me alone. My arousal was on the painful side because I knew my climax wouldn't put me at ease. Not this time. Not when my craving was too great to satisfy.

"Fuck!" I growled, slamming my hand over the shower wall and pressing my forehead against it as I gripped myself harder.

I was on the edge, both physically and emotionally, and I craved Ash like I craved a good high.

But Ash isn't yours to crave. Not only that, but unlike drugs, I couldn't just toss some money and buy him to satisfy my urge. He was out of my fucking reach.

Swallowing back this thought, I pumped myself faster until my balls grew tight and my dick twitched. A moment later, I sprayed my cum all over the shower floor, wishing it was Ash's face I was creaming.

Drained and hurt, I watched the water slowly washing away my hopeless desires.