Third person point of view.

"Mommy why is daddy leaving?" An eight-year-old Asche asked with teary eyes.

Estelia, his mother, glanced down at her son solemnly as she held his hand, holding back pricking tears that began to flood her eyes and said, "Daddy is unhappy, baby. So it's just going to be you and me from now on."

Asche frowned, staring ahead at his father who was now collecting his belongings that were situated at the front door and carried them outside into the chilling night air.

He turned to face his mother with pleading eyes, "But mommy, daddy doesn't have to go. We all can be happy together. We can play hide and seek and other fun stuff that will make him want to stay."

Estelia couldn't hold the tears any longer, her eyes released them in parallel lines, trickling down her cheeks. "Oh, Asche darling, it's not that simple." She knelt down and encased him in a tight hug.

How can she explain to her son that his father no longer desired to be amongst them? To be a father to his son? A husband to his wife? That he's having an affair with her sister? A sister whom she trusted with her life? A sister whom she'd move the earth and beyond for?

But that same ungrateful sister deceived her, backstabbed her, and destroyed her marriage. Now Emilia was pregnant and expecting her husband, Deon's child.

She sobbed and clutched her child to her, feeling broken and agonized. Estelia was unemployed and she depended on her husband to pay all of the bills. It's not that she's not qualified to land a good job, her husband implored her to stay at home and be a housewife. She begged him to at least let her be a helping hand, but he flat out refused.

After all, she was the wife and she must obey him in all things. At this moment, she regretted ever complying to his selfish demands. Now here he was, striding out of their lives without a care, walking into her sister's arms to nurture her and their unborn child.

What about Asche? What about her baby boy? That night, Deon left, Estelia cried the entire night. Asche's little mind couldn't wrap around the fact that his precious daddy left them permanently and not just for the day as he did every day, when he went to work. Those days weren't always spent at work. Later, after quitting time, he'd commit his affair at his favorite spot in room 106 in one of the expensive hotels that Drakos owned.

Estelia was never the same, she changed drastically. Her bright smiles were gone, her eyes became dull and empty. She rarely paid Asche any attention, leaving him to fend for himself. Asche never truly understood the strength of his father's infidelity, that his mother loved him to death, literally and figuratively.

Asche felt alone, neglected, and saddened. He needed love too. He was but a child, still clinging to his mother's love and security that was nearly nonexistent. To add more hurt to his already weeping wounds, the other kids were bullying him at school. Each passing day was excruciating for Asche who took lashings and beatings from insecure kids who considered him a misfit.

Why was he being picked on?

Because they're poor?

Because of his looks and soft features?

Because he had no father?

He cried internally and outwardly. Shouldering his pain on his own.

He grew to despise his father and his frustration with his mother grew until he reached the age of eleven. That's when she committed suicide. She hanged herself in her bedroom. He stared at her in shock and horror, a startling scream piercing through his trembling lips.

He ran to the neighbor's house.

After the police and coroners came to investigate and remove her body, he just stood there staring blankly as his life shifted from bad to worse. The autopsy stated that she was dead for more than five hours. She probably hung herself right after he left for school.

His mom abandoned him to suicide and his father to adultery. He had no close relatives so he was placed in an orphanage and several months later, into a foster home.

Obviously, that didn't work out so he just went out on his own. Survived on the streets. With no parents and no guidance, he lived off of begging and stealing until he realized he needed to make an honest living, that was when he matured to the age of 17 and finally went back to the orphanage who assisted him in getting his education and going to college.

At eighteen, his innocence was taken. At nineteen, he thought he found love in a cruel world, but he was wrong. Love can't be found in prostitution. When you're selling your body to these men, there are serious chances you are taking. Some of them can be serial rapists and murderers but money doesn't have a face. Money doesn't have any heart and money doesn't have any soul.

Yet, he thought Nathan was his fated one. His warm smile, sprightly personality and his whispered words of love and affection had Asche caught in his love trap.

Nathan lied to him. Used him, conned him and it fucking burned Asche's soul to know that he fell a victim to Nathan's charms. Deceptively cloaked charms. For he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, preying on the weak and desperate.

And Asche was desperate for love because he was deprived of it at a young age. Was it all bad to look for love? No, but he searched for it in the wrong places, Nathan being that wrong place.

Nathan cleaned his bank account, stole his jewelry and personal belongings, he fucked Asche so deliciously and then left like a thief in the night. Asche woke up to an empty bed, bank account, heart, and soul. He did not believe in love. Love is an illusion. Love kills, love steals, love hurts and it changed him for the better. Or so he thought.

Because what Nathan did to him, he did exactly to Drakos. Not entirely, but partially and he didn't care.

All humans are alike.

Wicked beings.

Asche may have lost his innocence to prostitution but that did not stop him from doing what he knew would damage him in the near future.

His addiction to selling his body came from his deep, dark, more malevolent thought that someway, somehow he'll find love in one of those random men. Asche was holding on to a shard of hope that he'll be the center of someone's world. Clinging, wishing, hoping, and dreading at the same that it will or will not happen.

He was unstable in many ways. Growing up, he struggled to express his feelings. He rarely hugged, and he rarely kissed. Only a select few shared that intimate touch with him which he considered a deep bond. He buried his feelings deep in his heart and only wore a calm and relaxed facade of nonchalance. Under that weak and pathetic exterior, there was a craving man, a man in need and want of true love. It wasn't easy veiling his true feelings, it was as if he was an actor, putting on a face for the audience only to shed it like a snake when he's all alone.

Although he was broken inside, Asche held himself strong, smiled through it all, and fooled many. That's how you survive right? You become a chameleon, you blend with your surroundings. It was perfect.

Many men desired to make it official with him and date him but that was not on Asche's agenda. Quid pro quo. His ass for your money.

What kept him shaded from the heat of catching feelings for his consistent partners, for Asche was a person to care for you through intercourse, was to repeat this motto in his head, to seem aloof, to actually stay that way and harden his heart.

Forget people's feelings. 

Money, money, money. Bills, bills, bills.

His struggle taught him how to hustle and push hard to achieve what he wanted.  He fought hard to keep alive, to keep strong and nobody was going to take that away from him. He never imagined that prostitution would be his way of life but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

Well, to be honest, he hadn't begged to get his ass rammed by his first, but he was desperate and so that still applied to him. Overall, Asche's independence was gained from a teenager, so for this rich man to come and waltz into his life, dictating to him, he wasn't going to follow orders so easily.

Asche's life was beyond normal; abnormal and dysfunctional to be exact and he didn't care to fix it. There's no one who can erase and write his life all over again in that beautiful, fine calligraphy called happiness.

Maybe he can love this unborn child, maybe he can learn from becoming a father? 

On the contrary, Drakos ached internally. Asche is carrying what he's wholeheartedly desired; a child.

He lost his family as well. Life had no meaning without another heir and someone who can ease the pain in his heart. His fear is that he'll outlive his partners as they aged and died.

He was afraid to love. Sex was just a hobby, a way to release his pent up desire. But he saw something special in Asche. However, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what.

These two beings are total opposites, yet they do attract, although one is in denial of the other.

***

Sometime in Drakos' past...

Drakos drove his hips into the female's body with a shudder as he became undone.

This is the fifth female for the week and still, he couldn't get enough. The rapacity was strong, the need had his balls tightening up again and his cock becoming erect once more but not for this woman's warm pussy. He craved something more, but what was it exactly?

"Drakos, that was amazing," She said breathlessly beneath him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

Drakos stiffened in her touch. For some odd reason, her touch repulsed him. The sexual high he was on was now gone as he plummeted down to normalcy.

His seed may have shot into her womb, but his instincts told him that she did not successfully conceive.

Was his seed not potent enough to impregnate a female? Countless women have shared his bed and each attempt proved unsuccessful.

Frustrated, he removed her arms from his body and pulled out of her, getting out of bed.

"Drakos?" She called after him. "What's wrong, darling? Did you not enjoy it?"

"I'm going out for a walk," He said solemnly and strode out of the room.

Frustration and sadness consumed him. Was he destined to be childless? Will his bloodline die with him and his siblings? His mood now dampened, he didn't want to be in anyone's presence right now. Besides continuing his bloodline, he always desired to have children. He loved children and found them adorable. He consisered parenthood a challenge and a joyous journey for a parent. Maybe having a child will complete him. A litte being that shared his DNA, a being who will consider him as their entire universe. Someone who will love him unconditionally and he in return will cherish his child to the end of time.

He sighed as he wandered into his living room that gave him a sparking view of the city below at nightime. He stood at the glass window and stared ahead, deep in thought. He felt a pull. It was coming from somewhere out there. 

One day, his mind whispered.