Drakos

Stephon stared at Falcon, Falcon stared at me and I glared at his cellphone.

"He hung up?" I asked, calmly.

Stephon nodded his head slowly but Falcon placed a hand on his shoulder with a smile, "You had him on long enough for us to trace his phone. I'll head off to contact my friend who's a detective, and find out his location."

Although Falcon's words were reassuring, the young man looked dejected. He must feel guilty for setting his friend up.

"How long will it take? I asked, impatiently, ignoring his state of mind.

"Several minutes tops. You just keep calm and let me find your runaway prostitute. We'll be back in about half an hour." He got up from the dining table, followed by Stephon. They left the penthouse and I went over to the glass windows that overlooked the city.

It was a warm, sunny day. The streets were busy and the townspeople were moving about freely and hurriedly.

It was a day like this when I first laid eyes on him. I don't know why I felt this spiritual pull but I did. This must be fate, an inexplicable occurrence that is meant to happen.

I turned from the glass windows and went over to my desk to brood for the rest of the day.

Asche

One of Kirk's housekeepers knocked on my bedroom door, rousing me from sleep. I was restless from earlier this morning. Trepidation had me in a chokehold, I knew he was coming for me, and that they were tracking me through my phone. The big question is when he'll find me.

The housekeeper entered and bowed before she told me that Kirk is expecting me in his living room. After she left, I got up out of bed, freshened up, and headed downstairs.

Kirk owned a townhouse in the suburbs, a more secluded area in Arkham. It was a beautiful gated community where only the wealthy resided. To top it off, the property was heavily guarded and strictly enforced.

No one can easily get in or out.

Despite my paranoia, my mind was soothed by this fact, and Kirk did not take bullshit lying down. He's a fighter.

When I got down into the living room, Kirk stood up from his couch and came over to me, embracing me in a hug. "How are you feeling?" He asked, pulling away to examine my face.

"Afraid, paranoid, angry, and confused. Kirk, Stephon called me earlier this morning, with a shit load of lies to tell. He's fucking my stalker's brother and he set me up," I became emotional as I recalled Stephon's betrayal. I clutched at Kirk's shirt and cried. That fucker. He didn't deserve my tears. 

He held me with a sigh and placed his head on top of mine as he rocked me gently. "Hush, there's no need for you to be afraid. As long as I'm here and you're with me, he won't be able to hurt you. But why would Stephon do that? He's one of your closest friends."

"My only friend," I clarified with a sniff.

"Oh Asche, I'm so sorry." He wiped the tears from my eyes. "I know you're hurting and stressed, that's why I gave you your space to clear your mind. About twenty minutes ago, my security guards told me I had visitors, they showed up at my front gates. When I got down there, I was met with Stephon and a man I didn't recognize, but his face seemed vaguely familiar. They wanted to speak to you. I refused and told them you weren't accepting any visitors."

A rush of anger ran through me at their audacious actions. How dare they? What do I have that they desperately wanted? My ass? All of this stalking for my ass!?

That's it, I'm going to end this shit once and for all.

"Where are they?" I said angrily.

"They left." His eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Don't tell me you're going to invite them here."

"Why the fuck not?" I said, tartly. "They want me, right? He wants to fuck me, yes? So why not bare myself openly for him, to let him have a taste, have him salivating at the mouth for a touch of my tight body? Then I'll leave the bitch hanging high and dry. He's the owner of the prestige hotel that's located in the city. Call him up, tell him I'll be here, waiting to take his cock. He'll come running like a dog in heat."

"Asche!" Kirk scolded, shaking my shoulders as if to shake some sense into me. "Do not say such vulgar things! Your dirty mouth becomes you!"

"Kirk, I'm serious. I want his money. I'll take his cock, his money and flee. That's it, then the stalking will be over."

"No, it doesn't work like that, Asche. What if he gets a taste and loves the flavor? What if you're the icing to his cake? Think straight!"

I shoved him away frustratingly. "Then what do you suppose I do? Run, run, run like I'm a fucking track star? I'm short, Kirk, my legs can't take me that far. I'd rather use them to pump some cash out of his pockets and the semen from his sac. Call them now or I will." I demanded, angrily.

"Okay, okay!" He threw his hands up. "I'll call. But don't say I didn't warn your hard-headed ass."

He stormed off to his office and I heard him pick up the phone and angrily pressed the buttons. I smiled, Kirk is too much. He knows he'll move the earth for me if I asked him to. They wanna play with fire? They'll definitely get burned.

Drakos

The phone call had me staring vacantly for several minutes before my brain finally began to function well again.

He did what?

He said what?

My chauffeur wasn't needed, I drove myself, at an alarming speed to the directions given. It seemed as if he gave up running and decided to face me courageously.

I shifted into third gear and sped down the freeway, my cock straining against my trousers painfully.

I hope he knows he's playing with fire and his ass will be burned.