Drakos watched the rain pour down on the streets below, the glum weather in comparison to his mood. He peered through the clear glass of his office with his hands in his pants pockets, deep in thought. A thousand years has passed since the destruction of his planet; and his coming to earth. His predecessors were long dead, leaving only three remaining of his kind.

Drakos and his twin siblings are last descendants of the Inferno Clan that ruled over the planet, Auxus.
His parents died in battle with the invaders, the Extermists, that sought to bring their planet to ruin. They invaded their planet,  barging in with strange weapons that killed thousands dragon shifters. The unexpected attack left them with no room to escape. Countless men, women, and children were slaughtered in the process.

The Extermists managed to kill his parents, however, he was lucky to have escaped with his siblings in one of their ships, landing on the planet called earth. The air was more filtered and the inhabitants were mere weaklings whose lifespan did not usually exceed seventy years. Every dragon lived for about five thousand years, five-hundred was considered childhood, a thousand was considered a teenager and two thousand was adulthood.

He's presently living in his adulthood. His body had matured greatly since he inhabited this strange planet but otherwise, he still felt like the same young dragon-shifter who fled his planet in fear. Ever since then, he protected his younger sister, Felicia and his brother, Falcon who are fraternal twins.

For centuries they've been residing on this planet, blending in with humans and accumulating their wealth each passing year by furthering their education and creating their own empire by investing. Drakos started odd jobs before he invested in his own publishing company then he branched off into the hospitality industry, building his own hotels across the city. To sum it up, he was a multi-billionaire, raking in loads of cash each day. Of course, he shared his wealth and achievements with his siblings, for he treasured them dearly.

Falcon and Felicia chose to live a more secluded life, in the subtropics, on a Caribbean island where they were accustomed to the heat. Drakos, on the other hand, decided to stay in America, where the weather was unpredictable at times. Even though he had enormous wealth, social status and dashing looks, even though it seemed he had everything, he still felt lonely. He indeed slept with thousands of women, engaging in relationships that never lasted because he never aged and they never got pregnant. Women swooned at his presence, their panties soaked at his sensual touch but they couldn't give him what his heart truly desired.

A child.

His eyes glazed with frustrated anger as he subconsciously peered out the window, his supernatural sight seeing beyond the foggy streets below. Although the rain poured down, not ceasing, he glimpsed a lean figure, walking in quick strides, towards his building. The man wore a black cashmere coat, skin-tight jeans with black, leather boots strapped to his knees.

His beautiful, porcelain complexion held Drakos' gaze for a while as if in a trance, until he disappeared through the building. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes feasted on the young man. He never had an attraction to the same sex, yet this unknown man held his full attention.

Drakos swallowed, finding himself intrigued about the man. Who was he? And why did he aroused such a feeling within him?

His cock even lengthened at the sight of his sensual walk, feeling a desire to fuck him.

Was he suffering from a malfunction in his mind and genitalia? Because men weren't Drakos' cup of tea, yet he didn't mind taking a sip of this stranger's sweet contents. He turned away from the glass windows and went to pull up the surveillance videos on his laptop. He seated himself comfortably in his chair as the videos came up. His eyes locked on the footage from the lobby, eagerly searching for the beguiling man.

There he stood, conversing with the receptionist. He seemed to be asking a question about something because she pointed into the direction of the sales department right to his left. He exchanged a few more words with her, then he walked off, heading for the sales office. Drakos changed cameras, tapping on the surveillance footage of the sales office.

He walked in, stopping at the desk, probably asking more questions. What exactly is he looking for?

Drakos licked his lips and reached out for the receiver of the telephone. He'll just call to find out. He dialed the extension for the sales department, watching the receptionist through the video feed excuse herself to pick up the phone.

"Sales department, this is Aisha speaking. How may I assist?"

"This is Drakos Armander," He declared and she gasped in shock.

"It's a great pleasure to hear from you, Mr. Armander. What can I assist you with today?" She beamed immediately regaining her composure.

"I want to know what that man wants," Drakos said straightforwardly.

"One moment," She replied, placing the receiver down. He watched in the video feed and listened through the telephone as she asked the him what he needed assistance with.

He told her he bought a book but it has about two missing pages in it. She asked to see the book and he rummaged through his shoulder bag, giving her said book.

She asked him to wait a moment, then she retrieved the phone. "He's asking for an exchange on a book he purchased three days ago." She told him.

Drakos smiled and ordered her to send him up to his floor. She followed his instructions, telling the young man where to go. He left the office and went in one of the elevators which will take him some time to arrive on Drakos' floor which was the fortieth.

Drakos stood up from his desk after closing his laptop, straightening his suit and tie and releasing a sigh. First of all, he mustn't appear nervous or the man will grow suspicious.

Perching himself on the edge of his desk, he waited for the sound of knocking on his door before he told his PA to enter.

Bella came in with the boy in tow, radiating an aura that lit up the entire room like a round of applause. He stared at Drakos with a frown before smoothing it out to a stoic expression as Bella spoke.

She introduced him and took her leave, closing the door behind her softly. 

He just stood there, his hazel eyes staring into Drakos' with disdain.

Drakos flashed him a smile, pushing up from the desk, stretching his hand out. "I'm Drakos A-"

"No, I'm not fucking you." He said bluntly, knocking down all of Drakos' efforts and his plastered smile in one swift sentence.

Asche

This man has the aura of a pervert.

He smells magnificent and looks appealing but...what's up with his eyes? They look weird. The color of his eyes looks strangely red and...catlike.

I didn't think before I opened my mouth and to be honest, I don't care. Rich and powerful men always think they run the world because they're sitting on tons of cash and ladies flock to them like bees to fucking honey..

And what is his reason for calling me up here anyway? I just wanted a an exchange on a faulty book.

He leveled his strange ass eyes on me with shock. I'm guessing he wasn't expecting my tart response. I mentally shrugged, not my problem. He straightened himself up and tucked his hands in his pockets, his expression shifting from shock to amusement.

I can't deny that he has a sexy smirk.

"Whatever gave you the idea that I had any intentions of bedding you?" His tone was passive but I knew better. His pride is wounded. Most wealthy men can't stand when they're rejected.

I cocked my head to the side a bit and returned the smirk. "You think I'm green, don't you?"

His brows knitted together with a frown at my response, "Green?"

I sighed as I rolled my eyes at his obliviousness. "Stupid, young, foolish. Not smart enough to realize that you're an undercover lemon looking to mix up in some limes."

His frown deepened. "Your way of explaining things is rather perplexing."

"I wouldn't expect a cultured, highly bred entrepreneur like you to understand a common slang." I retorted, highly irritated by his presence. "Anyway, why am I here?" I sighed exasperatingly.

"I cannot answer that for you. You walked through the doors of my building so only you have the answer to the question you're asking." He replied with a smirk.

Why I oughta...

"You seem to know quite well given your instructions to send me up here. I'm here now, so what's the deal?" I stared him down, awaiting his response.

His eyes dilated causing it to look more elliptical, darkening a startling shade. His eyes are now crimson red. They glowed ominously, causing me to take a step back, alarmed. What the hell is up with them?

He took a few slow steps towards me as I backed up against the door behind me. Suddenly the atmosphere was tense and heated as if hot steam clouded around us.

My breathing picked up and I swallowed, licking my suddenly dry lips.

He was now standing in front of me, his body heat consuming me. Why is this room so freakishly hot? I felt like fanning myself. I struggled to hold his smoldering stare that held me on the spot. He caged me with his hands placed at my sides. His lips parted as he leaned down and whispered into my ears.

"You know damn well why I summoned your sensual ass up here. Did you forget your bluntly spoken words? No, I'm not fucking you?" He mocked, burning my insides with anger.

I tried to control my trembling as I spat bitterly. "Well let me rephrase that, Go fuck yourself."

I shoved him away from me, well tried is the exact word because his body didn't budge at all. His chest was like hard concrete beneath my palms.

I glared up at his wide smile as his body loomed over mine menacingly.

"If you don't remove yourself from me, I'll bite that stupid mouth of yours and tear it from your face entirely." I threatened.

For some reason, my threat only served to amuse him further because the man chuckled as if this was some kind of fucking joke.

"Good luck with that, I'm much stronger than I look."

He then moved away and retreated behind his desk, taking a seat, leaving me standing there, confused and irritated as he focused his eyes intently on me.

I clenched my fists and glared at him, quaking in anger. "Fuck you Dick Almighty and I hope you choke off a chicken bone at a fancy restaurant someday."

I swiftly turned on my heel and exited the room, shutting the door harshly behind me.

His PA immediately rose as I left, her expression concerned. "Excuse me, sir!"

"Bitch, not now." I gritted in anger as I angrily stormed out of the area.

That man is infuriating!

Drakos

His dramatic exit only stirred my cock further.

I must have him, I truly must have him.

And I will.

I once again picked up the receiver of my telephone and began to dial Greg, my private investigator's number.