All Chapters of Gold & Sand: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The hum of the engine was a dull rhythm in the background as Masahiro's hands gripped the steering wheel with practiced ease. The city around him was waking up, people moving in and out of buildings like clockwork, oblivious to the storm swirling in his mind.He’d barely slept last night, his thoughts too wild, too tangled in the mess Cassidy had created. The image of that stranger in his bed, the drugged haze, and the sheer betrayal that followed still burned in his chest. Masahiro had replayed it over and over in his mind, trying to find the one thing he’d missed. Some clue that could explain what had really happened. But it was all so fucking messy, like someone had taken his life and turned it into a nightmare just to watch him suffer.His jaw clenched as he drove through the morning traffic, trying to shake the feeling that something was about to slip out of his control. He needed to fix this. He needed to find a way to get to Matthew, to make him see

Arthur’s grip on the towel around his neck tightened as he stared at Cassidy, his expression caught between frustration and resignation. The tension between them was thick, almost suffocating, but Cassidy just stood there, one hand lazily resting against the doorframe, his smirk unwavering.“You lied to me,” Cassidy said smoothly, like it was a simple fact rather than an accusation.Arthur sighed, already exhausted. “I didn’t lie.”Cassidy arched an eyebrow. “No?”Arthur shook his head. “I was going to come back late. My boss dismissed me early.”Cassidy hummed as if considering his words. “And yet, you didn’t think to call?”Arthur exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his head. “I didn’t think about it.”Cassidy tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Didn’t think about it?” He let the words hang between the

Arthur lay sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around his legs, still catching his breath. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but his thoughts were miles away, wrapped up in the whirlwind that had just unfolded. Across the room, Cassidy was already pulling his shirt back on, every movement precise and unhurried. It was like he hadn’t just spent the last hour unraveling Arthur, like he was slipping back into a perfectly tailored mask. Arthur sat up slowly, raking a hand through his messy hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure. He could still feel the warmth of Cassidy’s touch lingering on his skin, the faint echo of his breathless words. Cassidy’s voice broke the quiet. "You wanna have lunch with me tomorrow?" Arthur’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing slightly. "Lunch?" Cassidy’s smirk was easy, natural. "Yeah. Food. Conversation. All that boring stuff." Arthur hesit

Masahiro was rummaging through his drawers, looking for an old case file, when his fingers brushed against something soft. Fabric. He pulled it out without thinking, and his breath caught. A shirt. Not just any shirt. Matthew’s. It was worn, slightly faded, smelling like a mix of expensive cologne, cigarreteettes, and that warm scent that was uniquely him. Masahiro stood still, gripping the material as something tight coiled in his chest. He exhaled sharply. They didn’t see each other in days. Because of him. Because of the setup Cassidy had orchestrated… one Masahiro hadn’t seen coming until it was too late. Matthew thinks I cheated on him. His fingers curled into the fabric. He had tried explaining, had tried calling—but Matthew ignored every attempt. Masahiro threw the shirt back into the drawer, grabbed his phone and keys, and walked out.  E

Cassidy pulled his car to a smooth stop outside Arthur’s building, his headlights casting long shadows on the sidewalk. He glanced briefly at his phone before unlocking it, dialing Arthur’s number with practiced ease. As the call rang through, he leaned back in his seat, the night air cooling his skin.“Yeah?” Arthur’s voice came through, still a bit groggy.“I’m already here,” Cassidy said, his tone smooth, deliberate.“Give me a sec. I’ll be right down,” Arthur replied, his voice fading into the background before the call ended.Cassidy hung up, eyes scanning the street for any sign of movement. He sat there for a while, letting the silence between them settle, the tension of the night already beginning to build. He could almost feel the impending storm of their connection, the unspoken words and unresolved tension between them.Finally, after what felt like forever, the door of Ar