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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
Last Updated : 2025-05-05My 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
Last Updated : 2025-05-08My 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
Last Updated : 2025-05-08My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter One
Asher’s POV The cursor on my screen blinked impatiently, mocking my inability to focus. Three deadlines, two urgent emails, and one boyfriend who acted like I was a stranger. Welcome to my life, the glamorous world of Falls Magazine. "Damn it," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. The office had emptied hours ago. Only the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional ping from my laptop kept me company. The New York skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a beautiful view I barely noticed anymore. All I could see was the red notification bubble on our latest cover mock-up. Xander's face stared back at me from the screen. Those ocean blue eyes that once melted my heart now only reminded me of arctic ice. Cold. Distant. Unyielding. I reached for my coffee cup, finding only cold dregs at the bottom. A perfect metaphor for my relationship. My finger hovered over my phone. Was calling him a mistake? Probably. Did I care? Not anymore. After twelve months of loving someone who
Last Updated : 2025-04-23My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter two
Asher's POVThe phone rings in the dark. A single sound that shatters my world. I grab it blindly, squinting at the bright screen. 3:27 AM. Tasher Fauler. Xander's mom. My stomach drops before I even answer."Asher?" Her voice breaks. "Xander has been in a car accident."Those words steal all the air from my lungs. My body moves on autopilot. Clothes thrown on. Keys grabbed. Heart racing so fast I feel dizzy.The hospital waiting room is a special kind of hell. Bright lights hurt my eyes. The smell of disinfectant burns my nose. Tasher grips my hand, her normally perfect makeup streaked with tears."He was coming home from a shoot," she whispers. "A drunk driver ran a red light and slammed into his car. They said he hit his head on the window."Fourteen hours. That's how long I wait before they let me see him. Fourteen hours of imagining the worst. Of picturing his beautiful face broken beyond repair. Of wondering if I'll ever see those ocean blue eyes look at me again, even with the
Last Updated : 2025-04-23My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter three
Asher's PovThe cafeteria coffee scalded my tongue, but I barely noticed. My mind was still upstairs in that hospital room, replaying the kiss over and over. That wasn't the Xander I knew. The man who had just kissed me with such passion bore no resemblance to my boyfriend of the past year. I stopped walking, nearly colliding with a doctor rushing past. Was it wrong to enjoy this version of him? The Xander who looked at me with wonder instead of that practiced indifference? The one who asked if we were happy instead of assuming everything was fine?The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside, clutching my coffee cup like a lifeline. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored wall—disheveled hair, dark circles under my eyes, lips still slightly swollen from that kiss. I looked exactly like what I was: a man completely thrown off balance.For a year, I'd been settling for crumbs of affection from a man who treated our relationship like an afterthought. Now, suddenly, thos
Last Updated : 2025-04-23My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter four
Asher's POVFreedom never looked so beautiful. I watched Xander sign the discharge papers with a flourish, his ocean blue eyes sparkling with excitement. The doctor droned on about follow-up appointments and medication schedules, but Xander wasn't listening. His gaze was fixed on me, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth that made my heart race."And the private nurse will arrive at your penthouse this evening," the doctor concluded, handing Xander a stack of papers.Xander's smile disappeared instantly. "Nurse? I don't need a nurse."The doctor adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Fauler, you've suffered a significant head trauma. Having professional care during your recovery is essential."I stepped forward. "It's just for a few days, Xander. Your mother arranged everything."Xander's fingers wrapped around my wrist, his touch unexpectedly gentle despite the firmness in his voice. "I don't want a stranger in my home, watching me, touching me." His eyes locked with mine, filled with vuln
Last Updated : 2025-04-23My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter Five
Asher's POVXander slept with his arm thrown across my chest, his breath warm against my neck. Six months of this and I still couldn't believe it was real. Every morning I woke up expecting the cold distance to return, for his eyes to harden when they looked at me. But each day, he only seemed to fall deeper."Morning," he mumbled, lips brushing against my collarbone. "You're thinking too loud."I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring the softness. "Sorry. Just appreciating the view.""Mmm." He stretched like a cat, all lean muscle and grace. "What's on the agenda today? More memory lane trips?"I checked my phone. "Nothing scheduled. We've hit most of the important places already."The past six months had transformed into something I never imagined possible with Xander. Before the accident, getting him to agree to dinner was like pulling teeth. Now, we had a routine of weekend brunch at his favorite café, movie nights where he insisted on cuddling, and spontaneous trips to galler
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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
My Cold Magazine Prince chapter nine
Xander’s POVWhat the hell was Sophia thinking?I hadn’t even been back a full day before she decided to throw a press meeting on my schedule like confetti at a parade. And the worst part? She didn’t even tell me about it. I found out from an email reminder while I was brushing my damn teeth.That idiot. I muttered under my breathI stormed out of my apartment and found her pacing in front of the elevator like a nervous deer. The moment she saw me, she stiffened like she’d been caught stealing.“You scheduled a press meeting?” I asked, my voice sharp.Her lips parted. “Well… yes. The media’s been asking about your break and—”“I don’t care!” I snapped. “I don’t owe them a story about my life falling apart.”Sophia flinched but didn’t speak. She always got like this when I yelled, like she wanted to melt into the wall. As I was about to continue, my phone rang. I glanced down. Unknown number.I ignored it.Then it rang again.“Sophia,” I said through clenched teeth. “Do you know who th
My Cold Magazine Prince Chapter eight
Asher’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not for a minute.I laid in the guest room, staring at the ceiling with a heaviness in my chest that wouldn’t go away. The shadows on the wall shifted with every passing hour, but nothing moved from the hallway. I waited. For a sound. A knock. A voice. Something.But nothing came.Xander never came.I kept thinking maybe he’d change his mind. Maybe the part of him that remembered those quiet mornings and long talks on the couch would push through. Maybe he’d remember how he used to curl around me like I was his pillow. How he’d kiss my shoulder and whisper half-asleep jokes that never made sense.But that man was gone.The one who stood in front of me last night wasn’t the same Xander I had spent the last six months with. He was cold, harsh, and detached. He looked at me like I was some intruder that crawled in through the window.And it hurt.I missed him already, more than I could put into words.Eventually, somewhere between thinking and not thinking, I
