EVANDER

“A luxury hotel?” I scoff, gazing up at the fanciest hotel that I have ever seen, fighting back the snarl that I’m sure is on my lips, “do you really think that I’m going to be able to walk through the front door covered in blood without someone noticing?”

Looking over to my right, I stare right at the man who has brought me here.

When I first saw him in the streetlight after exiting the alleyway, I knew immediately that he was beautiful. Long, straight golden blonde hair that falls past his shoulders  and piercing icy blue eyes. His sharp features, straight nose, and perfect full lips, he is a perfect Adonis.

He wears a trenchcoat down to his knees with what you would think to be simple black clothing, but even I recognize the luxurious designs that he wears. A man of money, I suppose, but I also noticed the gun holstered at his waist, and I’m certain that he had a lot more on him.

Strapped and perfect. 

One would think that he is just a pretty boy; maybe he is, but everything about him screams danger. I’m almost a little worried that I might have walked right into the devil’s den without realizing it.

I’m okay with that though.

So as we are now sitting in the car together, I can’t tell what I’m reading in his gaze now. Maybe it is hunger; maybe it is lust; maybe he is thinking about doing something to me.

Well, not a hundred percent sure now.

“I own the building.” He corrects me, shrugging his shoulders, “and all of the workers are, well, owned by me, and if they dare to say about what they see here, they will be dealt with. Besides, someone covered in blood is actually not the worst that they have ever seen.”

I believe him.

Hate to admit it so I do.

He sighs, stepping out of the car and closing the door. I watch him round the car, tracking his every movement, and he opens the door on my side. I thought that he would ask me to get out, but I just watched him shrug off his trenchcoat and hold it open for me.

“Wear this.” He murmurs, his eyes glimmering slightly as if he is waiting for my response, “that way you won’t have to worry about them seeing it if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid of anything.” I whisper, a little gruff, but I don’t protest.

Stepping out of the car, I put my arms through the holes, allowing him to wrap me in his trenchcoat that invades my senses. He quickly ties the sash around my waist, and when I look down, I see that my bloody clothes are now covered.

No one will be able to see that I murdered someone.

I guess I might have an alibi.

“Let’s go inside.” He tells me finally, stepping away long enough to give me a bit of space, “I don’t think you’ve told me your name yet, little monster. What is it?”

I stare straight ahead and respond coldly, “don’t think that you have either, pretty boy.”

Although he is much taller than me, and has a bigger build, I can see that he is beautiful. If someone says he isn’t, then they are a damn liar and deserve to have something done to them. 

So pretty boy fits him perfectly.

Whether he likes it or not.

“Oliver Bell.” He murmurs, and I feel his arm creep around my waist, his big hand settling on my waist to keep me close, “but you can call me whatever you want.”

Flirting again, I see.

“Evander.” 

Oliver’s fingers twitch on my waist, and I wonder if I startled him, “Evander? Do you mean Evander Harris?”

Glancing up at him, I’m a little surprised that he does know me, but it is probably because of my grandfather, “yes.”

He shakes his head, a bemused smile on his face, “what a small world.”

I don’t ask him what he means by that.

Maybe I don’t care.

Stepping through the revolving doors, noticing the doorman recognizing Oliver immediately, bowing ever so slightly before his eyes settled on me. I don’t care. He can stare at me all he wants. 

So I smile politely, using the mask that I have worn for so long.

Bite me, prick.

I’m used to judgement, but there’s no way that Oliver is better than me. This might be his hotel, but if they are going to look down on me, then I’m going to show them exactly what kind of person I can be.

“Don’t try to kill my staff; they aren’t so easy to dispose of.” Oliver whispers, leaning down enough to say this in my ear so only I can hear, “you might want to start getting your poker face under control if you want to get away with it.”

I fight the urge to rip his head off, letting him guide me past the gawking workers who look at me like I’m some spectacle on display, “then tell your workers if they want to keep their eyeballs and maybe their life, they should start to mind their own business.”

He chuckles, which surprises me since I just threatened his staff, “I think they are just surprised to see someone with me. Everyone knows that I don’t bring anyone home, so I’m sure they just want to know who you are to me.”

“I’m nothing to you.” I curtly respond, and I don’t even try to sweeten my words, “you saw what I did, and now I’m here with you because I don’t feel like I have a choice. Besides, this means I can keep an eye on you and ensure that you’re not going to call the police on me. Then, I’d have to get rid of you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He teases me, and I think that he knows I would do something, “you have to protect yourself. I don’t blame you.”

He pulls me towards a private elevator, pulling a keycard out of his pocket. I assume almost immediately that this has to be leading straight to his private floor, and when the doors open, we step inside. I know the hotel is beautiful, that much I can tell, but I can’t bring myself to truly look at it.

My dick has reawakened as his scent continues to envelope me, wrapping me in a big cocoon that won’t leave me. His trenchcoat still remains huge on me, long enough that I could have easily been naked beneath and nobody would know.

Maybe it’s what I should do.

“Where does this elevator lead?” I ask him curiously, wanting to free my dick before it’s too late.

Thankfully, there’s no obnoxious Christmas music playing right now.

“Straight to my penthouse.” He clarifies, but doesn’t seem to realize what I’m about to do, “when I had this hotel built, I also knew that it would be my home. So, the private elevator can only be accessed by my keycard, and then as soon as we reach the top, only by code can we get in. For security measures of course.”

“What about cameras?” Is my next question, cutting him off before he starts rambling again.

Nothing I despise more than a rambler.

“Yes, but if my guards don’t like what they see in the elevator, they will look away.” Oliver explains, tilting his head to the side, “but they’ve never had to worry about that. I…”

He trails off as I remove his trenchcoat, letting it fall to the ground as I start to pull at my clothes. I won’t touch him with blood on my body, but I’m surely going to let him see all of me.

I’m horny, what can I say?

And Oliver is just my type.

“What are you doing?” He asks me in a hoarse tone, husky and lustful, “just because this is my private elevator, it doesn’t mean that you can just strip naked. I don’t want them seeing you like this.”

His eyes follow my every movement despite his “attempted” protest. After the trenchcoat, the shirt is next to go, falling onto the floor beside me. Thankfully, most of the blood had been on my outer layers, so I don’t notice it so evidently on my skin.

I hope so at least. Nothing more than I hate having a bastard’s blood on me for much longer.

Fiddling with my belt, I unbuckle the clasp, lowering the zipper as I feel the tension releasing at my waist. The pants fall to my ankles, and with quick ease, I step out of them, leaving me in just my shoes and tight boxer briefs, my body on display.

I’m not even trying to be a show off or act like I’m the most handsome man in the world, but I know I look good. With every work out, I keep my body in tip top shape, and the worst part about my body happens to be the scars from my encounters with those who thought they were able to get away with fucking up my family.

My dick is hard, straining against my briefs, and I know it caught his attention. As much as I’d love to pin him hard against the wall and make him have me, I don’t think that I’d want to let anyone else see it in case they continued to watch the video cameras.

“Can you have your guards burn those clothes?” I ask him sweetly as the bell dings and the doors open to a short hallway to another door, “I really don’t think that I want to keep them.”

I don’t wait for his response as I walk away, allowing myself to head down to the door as I’m sure he would follow.

He does like I know he would, already on his phone no doubt texting the guards.

“I’ll replace the trenchcoat.” He murmurs, stuffing his phone into his pocket, but I notice his eyes keep darting to check me out, “I could tell slightly when you were fully dressed, but you are really toned. Do you work out?”

“Yep.” Is my easy response, the burning desire coursing through my veins, “it’s one way to get out stress besides killing. If I kill too often, then it is likely that the police are going to start to notice. I might have the police in the palm of my hands, but even so, if I do too much, even they aren’t going to be able to hide it.”

Oliver raises an eyebrow at me, “you have the police working for you? How?”

“They know what happened to my sister.” I explain, trying to hold back that rage inside of me again that threatens to overwhelm me, “and since the head of the police force had been close to my parents and grandfather, even they wished to do everything to track down the people who did it. It’s not been easy since some of the bastards had come from influential and wealthy families, but it’s the one who placed the hit that has managed to elude me. I have a name, but it is like he is a ghost.”

He opens the door to his penthouse, allowing me to step inside, “what’s his name? It doesn’t make sense that he would just be able to hide.”

“He has been living under an alias now.” I respond, looking around the penthouse, seeing the simple but still luxurious framework, furniture, and artwork that litters the walls, “his real name is Carson Hayes, my father’s ex best friend.”

Oliver freezes, and his eyebrows shoot straight up, “your father’s best friend? He did this?”

“He hated my father for whatever reason, but stayed close to continue to have dad’s trust.” I whisper, shaking my head back and forth, “and he bided his time until he was able to have my parents killed and I’m sure he intended for my sister and I to die that night as well. Because of his power and pull, he was able to rip my grandfather’s company out from under me and then sold it. With that money, he is somewhere in the world and I’m unable to find him… For now.”

“So, I’m guessing he is your final target?” Oliver asks, heading into what I assume to be the kitchen, pulling out two beers from the refrigerator, “but first, shouldn’t you take a shower? You can have a beer if you really want but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Sighing, I reach for the beer as I toe off my shoes and socks, “can you ask your guards to get rid of this as well? I might have to order some clothes to be delivered here.”

“I’ll handle that.” Oliver assures me, sipping on his own beer as he studies me carefully, “I might be a little screwed.”

“How so?”

“Because you look absolutely beautiful sitting there in just your boxers, covered in the remnants of a bastard’s blood, looking like an angel of death.” He whispers huskily, and his lips curve into a beautiful smile, “but I do think you need a shower… I want to touch you again, but not like this. If it was your blood or mine, I’d be a little more tempted.”

I finish my beer in just a few seconds, wondering if this is some fancy beer since it doesn’t taste like pisswater. But the desire and lust in his eyes matches my own, and although I’d never admit it aloud, every part of me is screaming to do whatever he wants.

Which does NOT go with my natural nature.

Just who am I kidding?

I shouldn’t even want this dude. 

So why does he have a hold on me that nobody else has ever managed?

“I’m going to take a shower now.” I murmur, tilting my head to the side as I study him, wondering what he is going to do next, “I won’t be too long, but if you’re tempted to, you can join me.”

I don’t wait for his response.

Rising to my feet, I walk away from the bar, but I know his gaze is on me. I feel the intensity of it, the way it feels like he is looking me up and down, tempted to do something more to me. Everything to me. Taking me.

So, hooking my fingers in the hem of my briefs, I pull them down past my hips, letting them fall to the ground as well, showing my body in the nude. Like I’ve stated before, I love the way that I look, and I’m not one to shy away from my body.

If anything, I want him to see more.

Join me.

Let me see what you got, pretty boy.