Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 70 - Fool

A/N: Song is "If By Chance" by Ruth B. I highly recommend you play it too while reading for a better reading experience.

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Asher responded back to the sensual movements Pier was making with his own lips.

His tongue was easily granted access and he took the opportunity to explore the caverns of the person right below him.

Pier's alluring smile.

Pier's lustful expressions.

Pier's vulnerable side.

Another man had seen it already.

It wasn't him.

He heard Pier's moan in his ear and if it weren't for the confusion running through his head, he would have been driven to the edge already.

Another man had heard the sensual sound Pier did and it was not him.

Pier gripped the hair on his head and tilted his head to the side to grant more access for him and Asher granted his request.

Another man had touched his lips with the young master and it wasn't him.

"Fenrir, a room, get one. I'll do whatever you want me to do." Pier whispered when their lips departed and Asher was stiff in his spot.

'They already reached that far?' He thought while staring at the young master who was looking up at him with a dazed expression along with his swollen lips.

"You don't want to?" Pier asked and even when he's very drunk, he still looked enchanting.

His hands started to fondle with the belt of Asher's pants.

If only Pier was calling his name instead of another, he would have been the happiest man in the world.

Asher stopped Pier's hands and he separated himself from the young master.

"Let's go, you're not in your right state of mind." He spoke before lifting Pier up in his arms; making the latter giggle like a child.

He started to walk back to the stairs to bring Pier back in his room.

Yet Pier continued to kiss his neck.

"Remember how many marks you made in my neck? Can I do that to you too?" He asked out of the blue and Asher stopped in one of the steps.

His hands were clenched and his jaw was tightening. An immeasurable amount of anger and pain came rushing in his chest.

"Fenrir, come take me. I am yours. All alone."

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The crown prince's mind was a mess.

"I'm so messed up. I'm so messed up." He spoke in frustration.

"I thought I was finally letting him go, why... why does it hurt so much." He covered his eyes as tears streamed down his face.

His heart was breaking again and this time, Asher could not find the solution to it.

He tried to envision the future where Pier would be with another person and he would be left looking up at him.

He tried to see Pier being affectionate with another person while he was watching from the sidelines.

He tried, he truly did.

"Why am I breaking my own promise." He spoke weakly while staring up at the ceiling while his arm was covering his forehead.