Chapitre 40: +Chapter 40+

"Fuck," Asher cursed, pushing a hand through his hair.

The air on his still-wet dick was cool, the appendage still hard although he was the furthest from aroused.

This was a problem. He had never not been able to get off before, it was his one outlet for his emotions that never failed him.

He didn't bother getting himself off, knowing that it was useless, his body was fixated on one person.

Asher zipped up his pants and eyed the door, what he should do right now, should be to go back to the mansion and take Caspian.

The game didn't even matter anymore, if this went on for much longer, he would snap and it wouldn't be pretty.

He rose to his feet without taking his coat, leaving the bedroom and heading for the wet bar instead of the door.

There was a sensation of unease trickling down the back of his throat, he was a little afraid of being in the same space as Caspian, afraid of himself.