Asche

I surged forward in bed, my sudden burst of strength shocking me.

"I'm dreaming," I whispered. There was no fucking way that he was here, standing tall, firm, lean, and muscular in my face with those dark, smoldering eyes. No fucking way. This must be a side effect of the pregnancy. Yes, that's it. If I just close my eyes and lie down, all of the images of him will obscure from my view. But Kirk's pitiful expression made my heart leap and I ticked my eyes to Mr. Dick Almighty who was now approaching me ominously. I flinched back into the bed as my eyes went up to his approaching figure. "Don't come near me!" I warned, wariness taking over my features.

He hadn't spoken since he stepped into the room. His silence was more terrifying than him doling threats at me. But the most frightening of all were his eyes, they reflected the unspoken words of fury. It was as if a pacing beast lurked beyond those red and black flecks on his dilating, epileptical eyes, that at any given moment if provoked, he will attack me.

"Kirk!" I called out desperately, my eyes darting towards my boss in fear.

He shook his head causing my heart to dive in my chest, "You dug your own grave, baby. I warned you. I told you what the consequences would be, yet you pressed on with your stubbornness. Now you shall eat the fruits of your labor, and a heads up, which I think you already know, his flavor is spicy."

He turned to leave the room, still as those red, vehement, disconcerting eyes locked onto me. "Oh, and he won't hurt you. He knows fucking better." Then Kirk was gone.

"Bastard!" I yelled at the closed door with trembling lips. "Fucking traitor!"

"The only traitor in here is you, my sweet little prostitute." His voice was low, acidic, and unnerving.

My eyes aligned with his dangerously handsome face, feeling courageous for a moment. "I did no such thing, " I sneered at him, "Furthermore you owed me for all the shit you put me through." The bed suddenly dipped under his weight and his face came mere inches to mine. I felt his warm, minty breath on my cheeks as I leaned away from him. "Trust me, my liare, you had no idea what shit you left for me to clean up after you disappeared quite conveniently."

His presence alone had me quaking, not just in fear but in sexual hunger. My avid eyes ticked to his lush lips then I elevated them to his eyes, licking mine in response. He's so fucking hot and irritating.

The cotton shirt he wore was partially buttoned, leaving a salivating amount of toned skin for my leering eyes to see. His skin was smooth, hard, and I knew the strength in those muscles all too well. Oh God, the scent of his cologne had me undone with need. As opposed to the other man's cologne I smelled, his was like a puppet string to my body, pulling me in, daring me to bury my nose in his chest and inhale. Fuck, get your shit together, Asche. You're behaving like a thirsty athlete.

A dark chuckle rolled from his lips and he reached out and ran his hand down my cheek and throat, inhaling deliciously.

"You are indeed with child," He confirmed with a gloating smile. "I can smell the sweet scent of pregnancy emanating off of you. Your body simply needs to adjust to the atypical feeling of carrying a child. A rare child." He whispered the last part.

I ground my teeth at his exultance, ignoring his last remark, and without thinking, I snarled, "It's not your child. So why the fuck are you here?"

He stiffened and his eyes flared in anger. "Do not test my patience, young one. I'm certain you're carrying my child and nothing you say will dissuade me."

I pshawed, "I'm a prostitute. I sell my body and twenty percent of the time, I do it without protection. So you do the math."

The breaking, snapping sound of his hand crushing the headboard of the bed startled me and I flinched with a startled shriek.

He was breathing heavily and the atmosphere suddenly felt dense and hot. Oh, shit. I forgot he has anger issues but besides that, what great strength he possesses to have crushed the wood like that. My eyes goggled at the damaged furniture. Unable to control myself, I trembled and failed miserably at trying to stem it.

"What are you?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"The man who's semen will be the only bodily fluid gushing up your ass. Your days of prostitution are over. I'm taking you to my penthouse with or without your consent. I'm done playing your childish games. You will not endanger my child's life with your careless frolicking."

"How dare you!?" I drew back from him as if he were acid. "I have my rights!"

His crimson eyes went to slits, "You gave them away after you deceived me!"

"Your bitch ass was going to pay me anyway! I called it payment in advance." I argued, tossing him a dirty look.

The wood splintered further, his face was now dark and foreboding with rage. "Asche, do not test me. You will mind me."

"Fuck you and your feelings, nobody owns me and most definitely not your arrogant ass!" I gave him a withering look.

"Falcon!" He roared out, his eyes drilling holes in my face.

I could tell he's holding his anger at bay. He's truly furious but he's holding back. Good, cause I'll press charges on his ass if he hits me. I'll even sue the generations of children out of his balls.

Falcon came storming in, alarmed.

"What is it, Drakos?" He asked, his brows drawing together when his eyes landed on me.

"Take Asche here and ensure that he packs up his belongings before we depart. If he resists, you know what to do." He said, icily.

"Resist?" He croaked in disbelief. "Why would he? Did you not woo him?" Falcon seemed utterly confused by his request.

He focused irritated eyes on his brother, growling, "Change of plans."

"This is kidnapping!" I hollered, ready to defend myself and start swinging. "I'm nobody's bitch! Kirk! Kirk!" I screamed out hysterically.

But to my dismay, Kirk never came.

Asche

Why isn't Kirk up here as yet? He's supposed to be my knight in shining armour dammit!

I grimaced at the brothers who individually gave me stares of anger and pity. Pity was placed on Falcon's features as he said, "I apologize for my brother's rash behavior. You see, he's not thinking straight, and seeing you once more after all these weeks has caused his brain to short circuit."

"Clearly," I muttered glancing away. Then I said, "But he has no right to try and control me. Kidnapping is against the law."

"And so is prostitution." He pointed out dryly.

I blushed hotly at the snide but truthful remark and glowered at him. "What's it to you? For a man who's pointing out the forbidden, you're quite indulgent in it. If I do remember correctly, you offered to pay me a shit load of money for my ass."

His irritation visibly showed as his nose flared and his jaw ticked.

I snorted. "Hypocrite."

"This conversation is pointless!" He threw his hands up and paced the room.

"Brother, relax," Falcon tried to calm him.

"I cannot!" He whipped around to face his brother. "He's sick, and instead of seeking my help, he wants to quarrel instead. He's such a cantankerous man!"

I bridled at his description of me. I'm a cantankerous man? So what is he? A humble bunny? And not all bunnies are humble.

Despite nausea rising in my stomach, I swallowed it down and shot back, "You caused this! You planned this from the start!"

"Asche..." Falcon warned, giving me a look of unease.

"If I'm sick, it's only because of his sly doing. There's no way that I'm going to take the blame for all of this!"

Nausea crept back to the surface.

"You took my money and ran away!" He accused, hotly.

The atrocious feeling traveled up and lodged in my throat but I carried on, unaware of the blanching of my face.

"You deserved it!" I told him, feeling my head swing and the world tilted on its axis.

Falcon gasped and before I could grasp the situation, I was falling forward. But before blackness consumed me, I saw him move with supernatural speed to catch my descending body.

My eyes fluttered open slowly and I blinked several times as the blurriness in my vision cleared out.

The first thing my eyes captured--or the first one--to be exact, was his stunning face and crimson eyes that were flooded with worry.

I made to sit up but he gently pressed me down by my shoulders. "Rest." He commanded sternly.

"What happened? Did I faint?" I asked, my voice raspy with sleep.

Raw emotion flashed on his features, softening the usual hard expression forming on his handsome face. Why is he staring at me like that?

I felt a pang of unease as I wasn't used to this side of him.

"You did." His voice was tight as he regarded me with those smoldering eyes. "Do you know that you frightened me greatly? This is why you shouldn't be alone, your health is at risk. Asche, please, let me take care of you. My worries will be no more if I can be close to you and my unborn child."

Guilt washed over me at his pleading. I'm a horrible person. Worried lines creased his face as his stare lingered intensely. He's obviously concerned about me and the baby. I can literally see and feel his genuine feelings for me but I shut them out. Humans are great vessels to hold lies and deception.

He desires to be there for this baby and I kinda made me bask in joy and dread altogether. There are two meanings to his plea: one, he's a great man and two, he's never letting me go. I know how these billionaire men function. However, deep down inside, I was salivating at the offer. No more selling my ass, I can bathe in loads of money. My child will never need for anything and plus, my college fees will be paid in full. I can also go back to school.

But, just to test the waters, I said instead, "What if I said no?"

His expression darkened with hurt and frustration. He was about to object but I placed a finger on his lips. "I'm just asking for asking's sake."

"You're mine." He growled out. "I won't let you escape me again. You're carrying my heir, someone special as well as yourself. Don't you want to be showered with my love? I can give you all that you desire, Asche." He promised, taking my finger and swirling his tongue around it, gently sucking it so sexually.

My cock jerked awake and I felt for the first time, my baby stirring in my stomach.

"The fuck!" I yelped, pulling my finger away and clenching my ass tightly and the weird feeling. His teeth scraped it as I tugged it free.

Why did I clench my ass?

"What is it? What's wrong?" He questioned with a startled look.

"The baby moved. It moved!" I curled up against the headboard, feeling strange. The sensation was unexpected and weird. Like a butterfly fluttering in my stomach.

A smile spread on his face and he reached out to touch me but I pivoted away and shook my head 'no'.

"Asche..." His eyes glazed over with hurt.

"I'm not normal. I'm going crazy," I began to hyperventilate. "I don't think I can do this."

"Asche, my liare, just breathe." He soothed, keeping his distance. "Remember you don't want to put the baby under stress. This is a precious miracle that you're carrying."

"Precious to you!" I broke out into a sob. "I can see you had planned this all along. And what is my liare anyway?"

I heard him said that earlier but I was too angry to pay it any mind. But I'm slightly calm so now is the time for him to translate for me.

"It means love. My love." He said softly.

I stilled. My love?

Is that what he considered me as?

Men and women tend to use that word carelessly. I've been a victim of that powerful yet devastating word that crushed my hopes of ever loving someone or accepting someone's love in return.