Drakos
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I walked out of the room, wrapped in my robe. My mood instantly dropped, knowing what Lisa had bottled up to say to me. The last time we spoke, she broke down in tears, begging me to stay with her and not to leave her side. That was a few months ago. I didn't care to keep the exact count.

My feelings for her faded away quickly with time. Time that was spent in sorrow and self-pity. Lisa didn't care about my feelings and how they ate away at my insides, causing me great pain. All Lisa cared for was to suck my pockets dry. That conceited and golddigging woman only spent her days staring at her reflection and counting the dollar bills that I gave her. But not just that, the icing to the bitter-sweet cake was the fact that she had no desire to bear me any children.

My heart's desire aside, if I was able to impregnate her, that would pose as a problem. I desperately wanted to breed her and bring forth my offsprings. Not just to continue my bloodline, but because I loved children. I was raised among many children during and after my childhood. I found them adorable.

Some days, I imagined how they'd look. Would they resemble me with my crimson hair and matching eyes or would they inherit Lisa's blonde hair and cerulean eyes? Or would it be a mixture? My imaginations were tarnished when she decided to make her infidelity clear. She slept with an associate of mine and I caught her in the act.

Each detail stuck, embedded into my memory, replaying ever so often whenever somebody mentioned her name. After all, she's the daughter of one of my trusted employees, Mr. Wells, whom I considered as a father. An earthly father. He's such a gentle, humble man who I couldn't for the life of me, grasp the fact that he fathered such a wretched child.

She's the epitome of a gold digger, a modern-day tart who spreads her legs for any male who had the most digits on his bank account. What made me laugh mirthlessly, is the audacity of the bitch. To fuck him in my bedroom, my private sanctuary, a man who did not possess as much money as I did. Nonetheless, he was wealthy, so the same applies to him. I guess it wasn't all about the money. Did he look more dashing than me? Possibly? Did I care? Not at all.

Because Lisa has no morals. Her standards were placed so high, it made her look like a small peasant begging for the nearest scrappings. I had to let her go, for she wasn't good for my health, mentally or emotionally. That night when I walked in on her riding him, my heart contracted, my blood ran cold and I stood there, unblinking.

It wasn't until their rapture that they were made aware of my presence. Lisa pitched off of him and hurriedly covered herself with a frightened screech. Even though my blood boiled in anger, I kept my it down and told them to leave in the most calm tone I could've muster up.

I never saw Lisa again. I heard she jumped from man to man within the space of the several months that we parted. She didn't even apologize. Heartless bitch. I shook my head in amusement, by her blatant promiscuity.

Now, she was currently in my living room, sitting elegantly, crosslegged, on my expensive sofa that did not deserve to be sullied by her repulsive presence. I exhaled as I proceeded towards her. Her head tilted up and a tentative smile peeled on her lips. She wasn't sure where she stood with me. Well, there were no changes, she stood where all persona non-gratas did; at the bottom of my foot. Underneath me, unconsidered.

She wore an expensive, a-line dress with pearls hugging her neck and snugly clenching her wrist. Her expensive heels sank into the carpet as she got up and approached me. Her steps weren't as confident as they usually were. Actually, she took careful steps as if she was hesitant, in the presence of a predator, afraid to be devoured.

"Why have you come here?" I asked, icily.

She stopped and her cerulean eyes searched my features, not before her perfume made its fragrance known, flowing up my nostrils. It was a sweet, subtle fragrance. One that brought back memories; it was the scent of Japanese cherry blossoms. Her eyes were filled with an emotion that I dared not to entertain right now. I will not pity her. Fuck her and her irrelevant feelings.

She finally spoke, keeping her distance, "I've come to seek your forgiveness."

I scowled, "Are you serious? Now? Right now, after all these months, Lisa? You are indeed a selfish, audacious bitch."

"Drakos, please hear me out--"

"No, Lisa! My time will not be wasted on your half-assed, self-centered whims! I do not feel the same way about you anymore. My love for you was laid to rest after you allowed another man to soil your body with his essence, in my bed! You killed all of the trust I had for you. How can we continue on if I cannot simply trust you? Furthermore, you made it known that you only loved what my bank account offered you, instead of what my heart had to. You're a thirsty whore and you need to leave my apartment, now." I snarled.

Tears flooded her eyes, she drew closer to me and I recoiled back, disgusted by her. Her being here dug up many unpleasant memories of sleepless nights of unadulterated rage and hurt.

"Drakos, darling, please!" She pleaded, getting down on her knees. "I'm so sorry!"

"Falcon!" I called out perilously, all the while trying to shake her free from my leg that she clung to with desperation. Tears now stained her cheeks. The sight only drove my rage further.

Falcon came rushing into the room, taking in the scene with an astonished gasp. His eyes darted to me questioningly.

"Help me pry her from my legs and escort her from my home," The frost in my voice was below zero degrees. The hatred I had for this woman was greater than no other. She betrayed me and my love for her. I turned down many women over the centuries, many stayed faithful and died without bearing me any heirs but this ungrateful trollop dared to take me for a fool? Doesn't she know who I am? Well, she will find out today. A flame may burn throughout my body, but my heart withstood the drought, frigid and cold.

"I'm pregnant!" She kicked at Falcon who was now gripping her arms and roughly tugging her away.

I glowered at her and my lips curled back in disgust, "Then I think you should be giving Fred a call and not waste your precious time harassing me. He's the one you fucked in my home, in my bed. What happened Lisa? The river ran dry?"

Her sobs echoed throughout apartment piercingly, missing its target, my heart, only to bounce off of the walls.

"What's going on here?" Asche stood at the threshold of the living room, wrapped in the bed sheets, his hair tousled, lips swollen from our earlier tryst and eyes filled with confusion.

I cursed under my breath.

Shit.

Asche

I stared at the odd position the trio was poised in. It was as if everyone froze after I stepped in and was doing the mannequin challenge, with Falcon pulling a blonde haired woman away from Drakos and Drakos in mid-kick of shaking her away.

What the hell?

I frowned and clutched the sheets tighter to my body, feeling exposed. I cast a cursory glance at the three of them, but Drakos was the first to move from frigidity.

"Baby, why are you out of bed? Your body is not healed as yet." He chided gently but my frown deepened as my eyes wavered to the distraught blonde who stared back with an expression of confusion then realization then anger.

It didn't take me long to put two and two together. She must be one of his lovers. The way she glared at me said it all. I gazed at her steadily, not phased by the intensity of it. So he takes me to his bed while his bitch is left in the dark? Does she even know what he is? Or what he does when she's not around?

I shuddered as I recalled what transpired earlier. As I assessed the situation, I realized something. Why was Falcon pulling her away?

"So this is what you've been up to, eh? Flaunting your disgusting preferences about the place! You threw me away for him? A common whore? I feel insulted!" She barbed.

I narrowed my eyes at her and scoffed, "Excuse me? Do you know me? I don't think so, and if you heard about me, it may be from one of your many boyfriends that got tired of your worn out cunt and decided to try something different. Can't help if my ass more desirable. Oh and just to add insult to injury, you're the one begging and I'm the one being served. Get it?"

Her face darkened in humiliation and anger. Falcon's face almost combusted into laughter as he held it back with a snort, while Drakos stared at me with...I couldn't pinpoint the emotion...is that adoration? I ignored him and spun to leave the room, feeling some type of way.

"Asche!" I heard him call after me but I suddenly power-walked, sprinting up the stairs and locking his bedroom door behind me. I gotta get out of here. If I stay, he'll kill me. Or I'll eventually end up developing unwanted feelings for him. I'm must be crazy! The pain still throbbed in my ass where he clawed me and it was a reminder that I'm a reckless fool.

I hurried over to the closet where he placed my luggage earlier, shedding away the sheet and dragged the bag out, quickly finding a shirt and a pair of faded jeans to slip on. My hands trembled as I did so, afraid of what might happen if I wasn't able to escape. To be honest, I didn't care about the money anymore, keeping my sanity was much more important.

The door suddenly rattled from him banging on it. "Asche! Why have you locked yourself in? Open up!" He demanded.

"Go to hell!" I yelled back. "Go and violate Lisa and her thirsty ass!"

"Lisa means nothing to me. Is that what this is about? There's no need to be jealous, you are the one that I want, not her."

I laughed and continued to get dressed, "You think I give a fuck about Lisa? The bitch can't compete where she doesn't compare. I just need my space to think and I won't allow you to hold me hostage like a damn prisoner!"

Silence fell and then there were beeping sounds then a soft click and the door swung open. I gasped in shock, taking several steps back.

"How the hell did you get in?" I squawked.

"Did it slip your mind that this is my home? I've overriden the code. This door opens with a code that only Falcon and I know." He explained, stepping towards me slowly.

"Keep your distance!" I snapped, my eyes filled with apprehension.

He held his hands up, stopping mid-step, showing me that he meant no harm. To the naked eye, he seems harmless but he's anything but. I released a shaky breath and held on to the bedpost for support. I felt so emotional, so lost, I didn't know what to do. Desperation clawed at me, I needed to get out of this place to clear my head, to breathe in the air that did not contain his scent or his presence.

That woman obviously meant a lot to him at one point in his life, but what made him toss her away? I only caught a few snippets of their conversation, particularly the cringey parts.

He hurt me. Who's to say he won't do it again? He's a fucking dragon! A mythical creature for fuck's sake! I had wild sex with a half-dragon and I liked it! I enjoyed getting rammed by him but unfortunately, it turned for the worst when he began to shift. Will the fate of my child mirror his? Living their life as a half beast? I shuddered at the thought. How am I supposed to carry a half-breed child inside of me? Will I survive through it? The endless possibilities swarm through my head causing it to spin. I clutched the post tighter feeling nausea creep up.

He took a few steps forward and I flinched back, keeping my eyes carefully focused on him.

"Asche, you are not well. I only want to ensure that you are alright. Please, let me tend to you." His expression was filled with concern.

I shook my head. At any time he can shift. What if he loses control and burns me? What if...what if he tries to force himself on me? My heart drummed dangerously in my chest. It all explained his eyes and hair. There's no wonder when we first fucked he sprayed a whole lot in my ass. It was no ordinary cum, but potent, dragon cum.

And it made me feel good all over...

I shook my head from my dirty thoughts and gazed at him. "Let me go. If it's the baby you want, I'll keep it and when it's time for me to give birth, I'll tell you. Afterwards, you can come for the child. Just, please, free me from this cage you've locked me in."

"This is not about our unborn child!" He persisted.

"Your child!" I corrected harshly with tears pricking my eyes. "Your fucking child! That's all you care about!"

He was in front of me in seconds, taking me in his arms, but I fought back. He was much stronger so his grip was firm and unyielding. I screamed out frustratingly and pounded my arms on his chest as tears of frustration ran down my face. "I hate you! You fucking trapped me!"

His hand stroked my hair and he nuzzled my wet cheeks, unbothered by my assault. "I want a child badly but it's not only our child that I care about, you have also captured my heart. How? I'm uncertain. But you did. Prostitute or not, you caught my attention unexpectedly and I don't regret a moment I've spent with you. There's a reason you became pregnant for with my child and I won't rule it out as a coincidence. So Asche, please, forgive me if I've hurt you. It was not intentional and I promise I'll never hurt you again."

I couldn't respond because I was a sobbing mess, unable to contain the tears and emotions that came gushing out. I felt afraid, relieved, angry and sorrowful. To my utter bewilderment, I sort of believed him. His words made me hold on to him and let it all go.

That day, I cried myself to sleep as he held me. Lisa was temporarily forgotten, only to open my mind up to vivid dreams of me swelling further with his child.