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My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter eighteen
Asher's POVThere are two things I never thought I’d do this week.One: take in a street cat like a lonely cartoon character.Two: call the flirty bartender whose name I didn’t even know.And yet, here I was. Sitting on my bed, Smile curled up beside my leg, and my finger hovering over the contact card he gave me at the bar.It had been sitting on my desk since the night I almost got flattened by a speeding bike. I kept looking at it and putting it down. Picking it up again. Then pretending I was too busy.But now?I had no more excuses.I had finished every single task on my laptop. Checked all the emails. Sent every file. Double-checked the layouts. Replied to Sophia even though I hated her guts. And still, I felt this weird restless feeling buzzing in my chest.Smile let out a little yawn and shifted on the blanket.I glanced at the clock. 6:47 PM.Screw it.I picked up my phone and punched in the number.He picked up on the fourth ring.“Hello?”I cleared my throat. “Hi. It’s me.
My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter seventeen
Xander’s POVThe flash went off again, straight into my eyes.“Xander, just a little more to the left,” the photographer called out.I turned slightly, adjusted my jaw, narrowed my eyes, and gave them the usual expression. Cold. Confident. Unbothered.I was none of those things.My knees were shaky. My hands were sweating. My chest felt tight like a belt had been strapped around it. I tried to blink the feeling away. Maybe it was the lights. Or the layers of clothes. The heat in the studio was unbearable.“Hold that pose,” someone yelled.I tried.But the floor shifted under me.It didn’t actually move, but it sure as hell felt like it did.I took a step back.Too late.My ankle wobbled and I almost tipped over. I caught myself, but it wasn’t smooth. Everyone noticed. Sophia especially.“Xander?” she called, walking over with that usual panicked look in her eyes. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I said quickly, but my voice didn’t sound right.Too thin. Too hoarse.She reached for my arm.
My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter sixteen
Asher's POVThe first thing I did when I got inside was drop my keys and stare at the little cat that had followed me all the way home. It didn’t look scared. Just calm. Like it belonged here.I knelt down and stroked its fur again. Up close, it was worse than I thought. The fur was matted with dirt, paws were rough, and I was pretty sure something was stuck in its tail.“You really went through it, huh?” I muttered.It meowed like she agreed.I grabbed an old towel and took it straight to the bathroom. It followed me in like it had always lived here.The bath wasn’t easy.It squirmed a bit at first, but once the warm water hit it, it settled down. I lathered it up with the safest soap I had, mixed in a little antiseptic to be safe. It purred and started licking the bubbles off its paw.“Hey, no, don’t eat that,” I said, gently pulling the paw away. “It’s not candy.”It blinked at me and meowed again. It was small. Almost like a sigh.I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re trouble.”I too
My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter fifteen
Asher's POVI didn’t plan to go out that night.I was supposed to head straight home after errands, but my feet had a mind of their own. Maybe I was trying to escape the silence in my apartment. Maybe I just didn’t want to think about Xander. Again.Either way, I ended up at a bar not far from my new place.It wasn’t packed, just a few people scattered in booths and on stools. The music wasn’t too loud, and the lights were low enough that no one looked too hard at anyone else. Perfect.I walked up to the counter, took a seat, and waved down the bartender.He was hot.Tall, broad shoulders, with a smirk that looked like it had gotten him out of trouble more times than it should’ve. The kind of guy who could get away with anything just by flashing that smile.He leaned on the counter as he handed me my drink.“You look like someone who needs a good night.”I gave a short laugh. “Something like that.”“Rough day?” he asked, wiping down a glass.“More like a rough few weeks.”He nodded li
My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter fourteen
Xander’s POVI woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock.The shrill noise stabbed into my ears like knives. I smacked it off the nightstand and sat up, groaning. The sun was already bleeding through the curtains, too bright, too loud. My head was pounding and my chest was tight. I didn’t even check the time. I already knew—I was late.Photoshoot.Shit.I kicked off the blanket, rushed into the bathroom to freshen up. When I came out, I pulled on the nearest clothes I could find, and didn’t even bother checking if that annoying human was sprawled out on my couch like usual.In fact, I had made sure that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.I had already asked Sophia to assign me another editor. I didn’t want to see his face. Didn’t want to hear his voice. Didn’t want to feel that tight knot in my chest every time my mind wandered back to the soft moments—the ones I didn’t remember making.The ones that felt too real to be fake.I didn’t have time for that.I drove like the stree
My Cold Magazine Prince chapter thirteen
Asher’s POVI cried myself to sleep.The pillow was damp. My throat felt raw. I had pulled the blanket over my head to muffle the sound, but I knew he probably heard me. The silence in this apartment didn’t leave room for secrets.Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt it—movement. The faint creak of floorboards, the soft hush of slippered steps. A shadow passed the couch. Slowed near me.I didn’t open my eyes.I didn’t want to.I didn’t want to look up and see Xander watching me. Not like this. Not in this pathetic, broken state. If he was going to feel anything, I didn’t want it to be pity.The shadow lingered for a moment… then moved on.By dawn, I was already set for work but I couldn’t bring myself to take the car.The thought of sitting behind the wheel, stuck in traffic, trapped in my own head—it felt like a death sentence. I needed air. Space. Something different.So I walked.The morning wind bit into my face as I left the building. I wrapped my coat tighter and shoved m
My Cold Magazine Prince chapter twelve
Xander’s POVThe sound of the blender pulled me out of sleep.It came in short bursts, like someone was holding the button down too softly. I blinked against the soft morning light creeping through the curtains, the unfamiliar ache in my chest making it hard to breathe. I turned to the side, stared at the ceiling for a long moment, then slowly sat up.The couch creaked in the living room. That meant he was awake. Again. That rat, what's his deal, really? I ran a hand through my hair and climbed out of bed. The air in the apartment was cold, the kind that clung to your skin no matter how many layers you wore. I pulled on a hoodie, stepped into my slippers, and quietly opened my bedroom door.The hallway stretched like a tunnel.At the far end, the kitchen light was on. Asher stood near the counter, pouring something into a glass. He didn’t see me at first. His head was down, his hair messy and damp from the shower, his posture tired. A laptop was open next to him, showing half-typed w
My Cold Magazine Prince chapter eleven
Asher’s POVI was halfway through stuffing my duffel bag when the doorbell rang.For a moment, I thought I imagined it. I had been moving on autopilot—folding shirts, zipping up chargers, yanking random socks from drawers like a machine. After last night’s disaster, there was no way I could keep living here. Not when Xander looked at me like I was some depraved freak caught sneaking into his room. Not when I couldn’t even sit on the couch without feeling the heat of shame under my skin.The doorbell rang again.I sighed and crossed the apartment, slinging the bag over my shoulder.When I opened the door, I expected maybe the building manager or a food delivery meant for someone else.I did not expect Tasher Fauler.She stood there in a cream coat, high heels clicking softly as she stepped in. Her platinum-blonde hair was tucked perfectly behind one ear, and she carried a large container of soup in one hand, like she’d come to check on a sick relative. Her smile was thin, too polite to
My Cold Magazine Prince chapter ten
Asher’s POVThe door clicked open behind me.At first, I didn’t turn. I thought it was my imagination again. The kind that happened after too many late nights and too little sleep. I had been dozing on the couch while pretending to work. My eyes stayed half-glued to the TV screen, some talk show rambling on about celebrity divorces. I wasn’t really watching it.But then, footsteps.Real ones, and out of no where I felt the hard thumps of my heartbeat.Was it excitement? I had no idea. However, I sat up and just then, Xander walked in.He looked like hell. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie hanging like he gave up halfway, and there were deep lines beneath his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days. His coat barely hung on one shoulder, his shoes untied. Yet, despite the mess, his eyes… they were soft.Warm.Different.He looked at me—not through me like usual—but at me. Like I mattered.And he didn’t stop walking.My body tensed as he crossed the room in three long strides. He stopped just in
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