PIERRE POV I doubt I breathed until Sebastian and I were outside the buzzing hall where everyone was bowing their head before their newly crowned king and queen and their zealots. My heart hurt like hell, and it was beating too fast that I felt it was going to fall out of my chest. I couldn’t believe that once again, I let Poseidon break me, and this time; it was a hundred times worst than I have ever imagined. Hell, calling me a disgusting fag had been jarring enough, but this…This was beyond me. How was he able to look at me with eyes filled with so much passion one minute, then trample over my heart the next? Was it that easy to look into one’s eye and tell them you love them with your body and soul, only to rip their heart into shreds the next minute? How did he do it so naturally? To hurt me over and over and over again? Then come back to me, expecting to find me with a smile on my face and arms stretched out wide? Have I been such a fool all this time?“Pierre, wait.” I didn

PIERRE POVAfter having my first taste of what I have been missing, there was no guarantee that I would ever keep my hands off it ever again. Sebastian has quickly sprung to my top 1 favorite things to do, and I didn’t see myself walking away from all of that glory any time soon. Following the prom night, I barely heard from Poseidon, let alone saw him. He stopped coming to my place, and calling, and I took it upon myself to not set foot at the big manor ever again unless I had to. Whatever it was I needed help with, I talked it out with my mom and she would have it delivered to me. After all, the manor had more maids to deliver the service perfectly. If you asked me how I felt about all of this… hiatus between me and him, I would not have an answer to that. I was conflicted yes, and it felt like a big chunk of my soul had been chopped off. But that didn’t stop me from rejoicing over the fact that I was spared from confusion and heartbreaks. We hadn’t actually called it quits yet, a

PIERRE POV I was beginning to think Poseidon was a punishment created by the almighty exclusively for me. He had to seriously be a demon straight from me, or some weapon forged to strike me down many times before finally tearing me for the last time and straight to death. This had to be karma for the sins I committed in my previous life. And it was just too much.The Boston Inner Harbor was bustling with people who were buoyant with the coming cruise. I could feel a spark of current frizzling through the air as everyone prattled about this and that, creating a soft hum of distraction that washed all over me harmoniously. Even with everyone around, I still felt his unbothered gaze on me. Penetrating through the weak core of my calm farcade. It was an annoying consciousness that followed me whenever I moved, sat down, or turned around; his eyes never left me. I knew it was his eyes on me and not Sebastian’s because of the way my skin buzzed with a cool sensation. While Sebastian’s ey

PIERRE POVWe had not even unpacked our bags yet when the entire island boomed with the sound of vigor.I was actually stunned by just how lively everyone seemed to be. I was so beaten up by that little ride on the water that I felt like I could lie down for a little before I did all the things, considering the kind of comfort and relaxation that swooped through the air in our little hut. At this point, I figured I shouldn’t be any more shocked by any revelation about the wealth surrounding the Z4. Although my guy mentioned that the island was his, a gift he received for his 16th birthday, he still forgot to mention that there was an actual resort on the island, and he was making more money than everybody I have ever known while he was still a high school student. Yahp! He was not even in his 20s yet, but his net worth was 10 times mine, and it would cost me at least 7 lives to get to the point he was at. And don’t forget that he was the heir to a multi-billion company that manufact

PIERRE POVThe night seemed both an eternity and a millisecond. I lay awake the rest of the night, my mind replaying my life choices and endless possibilities that can pull me out of this calamity I gracefully landed myself into. For the millionth time, I found myself chanting inwardly of how much I was better off without Poseidon and all he came pulling on his trail.Sebastian’s presence was a living thing besides me, and it was the soothing sensation that made the night less lonely and bearable. The sound of his calm breathing was like one of rain, his scent an elixir that seemed to provide me with ultimate peace. Of all the things I loved, the fact that he sought me out even in his sleep was top-tier. I loved how he would unconsciously search the bed for me before pulling me into a small spoon against his front, burying his head into my neck, and exhaling out loud.One thing for sure was that he did many things, but he never made me question my place and worth in his life, unlike