Falcon invited a whole heap of males into my penthouse. Most of them were clothed in the most skimpy clothes available in their wardrobe.

"What...what is the meaning of this, Falcon?" I hissed angrily when I strode in, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants that I had my bodyguard buy from a local store.

"Brother dearest," He came over to me and hooked his arm around my neck happily, "I give you a harem filled with beautiful men to choose from. Aren't I the best?" He smiled cheekily.

I shoved his arm away with thinned lips and a malevolent glare. "I did not ask for this. Get them out of here."

He ticked his finger at me with a disapproving look. "No can do. I paid a generous amount of money for these stunning men to bless your presence and you dare refuse their services?"

I glanced at the group of men with disdain. They were everywhere, wearing nearly anything. Kissing on my sofa, some were in the kitchen presumably cooking dinner, while others were giving me lustrous stares. I quickly glanced away and grabbed Falcon by the arm and removed us from their peripheral vision.

"I will strangle the dragon out of you if you do not get them out of my home this instant!" I hissed under my breath.

"But aren't you gay?" He asked, not liking the way the events of tonight turned out.

I closed my eyes and willed myself some patience because I was close to disfiguring his face. Falcon is an idiot who's careless about other's feelings just like his twin sister. I wasn't sure if I was gay, but there was only one male I craved to dominate, and that is my little prostitute. When I see other men, my body doesn't even react in a sexual way, so what am I to be categorized with?

"Falcon," I sighed exasperatingly. "I am not gay."

"Then, you're a closet gay?"

"NO!" I snapped but his expression did not shift from amusement.

"You cannot blame me for at least trying to please you. Since you couldn't find your little runaway trollop, I took the initiative to give you other options. Felicia told me about your dilemma so as your caring siblings, we did what any other caring sibling would do." He explained, sounding slightly upset.

Truthfully speaking, I have changed since I met that young prostitute. What was his name again? It reminded me of a dragon. How could I have forgotten it?

"You're obsessed with him and it's not healthy. Drakos, you are one of the wealthiest men in this town, you can have your pick of any male or female, so why him? Why lower your standards?" He narrowed his eyes at me questioningly.

"When I find the answer, then you can bombard me with these questions because I do not have the answer for what you're asking." I gritted out. "But tonight, I am in an unpleasant mood and trust and believe me, I'll burn each and every one of them to a crisp. Get them out now." I strode off and left him staring at my retreating figure.

***

I crawled into bed, not caring about Falcon and what he did to get them to vacate my premises. Hunger left me, fatigue consumed me and sleep was calling me to flutter my eyes shut and drift into nothingness.

I eventually did after disrobing myself and crawling into bed.

When I woke up, it was the following day. I shifted in bed and felt something slick on my stomach and thighs. Rolling over, I flicked on my side lamp and gasped at the copious amount of semen on my body and bedsheets.

I glanced up after something slick dripped on my cheek and behold, there was a large pool of semen that clung to the canopy of my bed. This is getting out of control. Even in sleep, my body is misbehaving. What has me perplexed is the fact that I don't recall dreaming about anything last night or I knew I did but I couldn't remember what it entailed.

I had to fuck this man to get him out of my system because my savage desire to claim him is sending me over the edge. With that amount of ejaculatory fluid plastered around, on and above me, it must mean I was partly shifted when my cock erupted. What if I ended up subconsciously burning down my penthouse?

"Falcon!" I called out and my brother came rushing into the room, his face filled with alarm.

That expression didn't last when his eyes locked on to the soiled sheets.

"Drakos..." His voice was filled with shock.

"This is madness. You have to help me, Falcon. I must have him to satiate this hunger that's driving me crazy."

"Has this ever happened before?" He asked, not bothered by my nudity and embarrassing incident.

"No, never."

"Then it is only right that you fix the issue. Where is he?"

"In hiding. He won't show his face for some time. I'm aware that you'll soon be heading back to Barbados, but just do me this favor, please. His friend...the-the dark-skinned one, can't he assist you in finding him? Greg won't be able to find him, I'm afraid he's on to my tactics."

Falcon's eyes were filled with pity. "I'll try my best to find him, just know that if I do, he'll be unwilling to comply."

"Offer him money. Thousands of it. Whatever appeases him to accept. He loves money, also, try a more subtle approach, he's not apt to aggressiveness."

Falcon smiled, "Oh, I know my way around his kind. Just keep your distance. Let little brother take care of it for you."

***

My phone rang for thirty minutes straight. It was the same unknown number that I ignored on my way to the strip club. I glared at the electronic with agitation and finally snatched it from the nightstand and answered it, "Who is this?" I said irritably.

"Asche, thank goodness I got through to you. I've been trying to call you for weeks but you refused to take my calls. I went to see you and your landlord said you moved out. Ever since that night on the yacht, I couldn't get in contact with you. What happened? Are you alright?" He said with relief and concern.

I felt guilty for ducking him, but I only did what I thought was best.

Should I tell him about what transpired between Mr. Dick Almighty or not? It seems as if he doesn't have a clue about it but, what if I'm risking everything?

Hold up...

"Stephon, how did you get my number?" I asked slowly.

There was a brief pause and then he said rather unconvincingly, "Through a friend."

"But I don't have any friends," I stated, feeling a rush of apprehension take over me. Something didn't feel right.

"It was...ah...one of your coworkers at the club." He went further with his lies.

First of all, my only friend was him, secondly, none of the strippers had my number. I'm not a friendly person, I'm socially awkward and a recluse, he should know this. Yet, Stephon is blatantly lying through the phone.

Then, it all hit me in remembrance. Stephon is fucking the brother of my stalker. The brother is wealthy as well. He has connections. What if he's...

Oh, shit!

I quickly ended the call and jumped out of bed, my heart racing at a startling rate.

I ran to the doors of the balcony, opened them, and tossed my phone over the ledge without care.

There goes eight-hundred dollars. That was an expensive iPhone.

***