weeks later...

The scent of this man's cologne is really bothering me. I'm pretty sure it's an expensive scent, but for some odd reason, I wanted to punch the scent off of him. It was so bad that I started to feel nauseous and I left the grocery store to catch some air.

I breathed in and out rapidly, holding on to the rail outside. What the fuck is going on? This is the second day that I'm experiencing nausea. I ate breakfast this morning, and it wasn't a small portion either.

So why was I feeling like this? I had to be to work for nine a.m. and to be honest, I feared I might spewer over the company's computer. Last night, I couldn't hold in that burrito, I emptied my entire meal into the toilet. Now, here I am, this morning feeling even shittier.

"Darling are you alright? Your face looks ghastly pale." A passerby observed and gave me a worried look.

Pale? Oh, shit then I must be seriously sick.

"U-Um...I'm feeling a little nauseous," I told her, swallowing saliva repeatedly to stave off the feeling to vomit.

"Do you want me to take you to a hospital?" She offered, gesturing to her parked car on the side of the pavement.

What if she's a serial killer? Or a serial rapist? This would be the opportune time to fuck me up. But I've fucked strangers for years who were men, so this lady shouldn't be a threat. I just needed a ride and she was my savior right now.

I eventually nodded and she helped me to her car with a friendly smile. The smile reached her chocolate-colored eyes and I couldn't help but struggle to smile back. It was then I knew that I'd get to the hospital safely.

She drove me there within about twenty-five minutes and assisted me out of the car. She walked with me until we got into the ER and spoke with the receptionist. I explained my symptoms and she nodded, jotting the details down as I spoke.

It was after I was told to take a seat to wait on a doctor, that she gave me a hug and I asked her her name.

"It's Angelina. Here's my number. Call me when you're done. I can come and pick you up. I hope everything goes well." She waved on her way out and I watched her leave the building.

Such a sweet lady. This must be good luck to be blessed on a day when I'm utterly sick. I will be calling her as soon as I'm done here.

"Asche Daxon?"

I looked up at a man dressed in white, wearing a pair of glasses with a warm smile.

"Yes, I'm Asche Daxon." I stood up, he offered his hand and I took it in a handshake.

"I'm Doctor Reynolds, would you mind stepping into my office for examination?" He gestured at the door opposite us.

I nodded and he led the way. Upon entering the clean, sparsely populated room, he instructed me to lie down on the examination table. I removed my jacket and did as I was told, leaning back just as he came up to the table.

He had already slid on his spandex gloves and brought a tiny flashlight with him that he used to examine my eyes.

He then glanced at the clipboard in his hand. "You said you were experiencing nausea for several days?"

I nodded.

"And you ate on time?" He queried on and I nodded. "Do you have any known allergies or illnesses?"

I shook my head. He hummed for a moment, deep in thought.

"Are you on any medications?"

Once again I shook my head.

"That's odd.." He rubbed his chin. "Let me check your blood pressure and temperature."

He did so and all read normally. A wave of nausea knotted in my stomach and I swallowed bile, leaning forward, the room suddenly tilting. Dr. Reynolds caught me in time before I slipped off of the bed and fell on the floor.

"There we go," He gently and slowly sat me up, resting me against the reclined bed. "Your condition must be serious. Firstly, I'll give you some gravol pills for nausea and then I'll run some blood tests. I'll have my nurse come in and attend to you. I'll be right back."

He walked out of the room and I sighed, closing my eyes. Why am I so sick? Did I contract an STD? At the thought, my heart sank and my thoughts began to run wild.

Maybe I should have been more cautious with my partners. What if I'm dying? I started to sweat and I wiped my forehead. Hopefully, it's just a normal infection or something.

The last person I fucked was that man, and ever since then, my body has been acting up. It's been weeks since I hoodwinked his ass, and I'm glad I dipped out just in time. Maybe this is my karma.

Hi, Karma, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I mentally apologized.

I moved out of my apartment and decided to leave the entire state and lodge elsewhere. I presently lived in a small town named Centreville where the folks kept to themselves and were very friendly. Angelina was a prime example of that statement.

The door opened and a petite young nurse walked in wearing a pleasant smile, holding her clipboard in her hand with other stuff that looked like a syringe and needles.

Oh, yeah. They're taking blood from me today. I disliked needles but I still sat there and allowed her to do her job, wincing at the slight sting of the needle penetrating my flesh.

I watched the blood rush into the big tube as she pulled the blood from my veins. Minutes later, she was done and she cleaned me up, giving me the pills to take afterward.

My thoughts wandered on the billionaire and what he did to me. After my escape, my ass throbbed for days. It took me two weeks to fully heal, I couldn't even sell my ass because of it. Well, if I'm to be honest with myself, after our encounter, my body only yearned to be touched by him.

No other fuck came close to what we shared. He left me quaking with longing, a longing to be filled with him once more. To feel his pulse beat through my ass. I shuddered in remembrance, my face flushing scarlet.

How can I harbor such salacious thoughts in a place like this, it's just wrong! I need to flush this man out of my system or else I'll lose my mind.

***

"Drakos, have you bedded any females lately?" Falcon asked over a glass of red wine. He sipped the fluid slowly, his sharp eyes scrutinizing me from across the table.

I sighed and regarded my brother with a scowl. "How many times must we have this conversation?"

"As many times as it takes for you to understand that you are not an old fart. You should fuck until your sac runs out of semen." He pressed on, swirling the liquid in the balloon flute.

"Why don't we discuss more important matters like your secret marriage to the young boy." I quirked my brow at him, sipping my wine.

Falcon groaned and placed his glass on the table, leaning closer to me. He absolutely abhorred when I mentioned his shotgun wedding. From what I heard, according to Felicia, Falcon eloped with the ebony-skinned boy who was once Asche's friend. It happened around the time we fucked. He used that opportunity to fulfill his desires. Three nights later, Felicia delivered the news to me.

They got married at his villa on a private island. Now, here we are having this ironic conversation about 'sex' and 'semen'. My brother is the full definition of a hypocrite.

Chatter filled the fancy restaurant where we were dining, it was my birthday, a day I rarely celebrated but upon Falcon's insistent request, I obliged him by dining here.

Our plan was to visit my lakehouse afterward where Felicia would be hosting the party. I despised social gatherings, however, as a businessman, it was imperative that I showed my face, with all smiles.

Yet deep down inside, I was angry. Furious.

Three weeks ago I experienced the most fulfilling moment of my existence. In my heart, I knew he was mine. I cared not about his background or his profession. My sexuality I did not question because it was the first time a male had captured my undivided attention. Now, deep in slumber, as all dragons go through after a session of copulating, he stole my money that I intended to give to him and fled. Never to be seen again. Actually, there was more money I had in store for him but he did not give me a chance to shower him with my riches.

Did that glorious night mean nothing to him? Not even slightly?

I woke up to an empty bed as my hand reached out for him, to feel his warmth.

I searched for him but he was very evasive. He left no trace and it only served to infuriate me. We had passionate sex, his cries of rapture confirmed that he enjoyed it greatly, so why flee?

Why cower away?

"You're brooding again." Falcon pointed out.

"What?" I frowned at him.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you? Just let him go. He's long gone. I told you not to get attached. You fucked him once and now look at you, you're addicted, spacing out and refusing to even function correctly. He is not your fated one. Let him go." He shook his head with a chuckle. "He's already left you anyway."

"Falcon, that's enough." I gritted out.

He shrugged and fell silent. The waiter came and delivered our meal, then I resumed the conversation. "I had a dream."

"Huh?" Falcon stared at me, puzzled. "About what?"

"Fishes. Beautiful iridescent fishes. Isn't that strange? I just remembered the dream a moment ago. They were all swimming, the current was strong and it seemed as if they were on a mission to reach a certain place and as they swam, their scales would shimmer beneath the water. But out of all of them, there was only one fish that reached the sacred pond. And in that pond was another fish, a darker one, the shade of midnight that swam with it, and together they created ying and yang. It was a strange and mystifying dream."

"Doesn't fish represent new birth or pregnancy?" Falcon gazed steadily at me, trying to decipher what I said.

"That's what mother told us so long ago." I smiled forlornly. It has been centuries since I last thought about my mother and it saddened me that I nearly forgot about her existence.

"Drakos, have you slept with any women lately that I don't know about?" He repeated the question, gazing at me intensely.

"No," I responded, stabbing my fork into the tenderloin after slicing through it with a knife. I then took a mouthful of the juicy meat, swallowing it. "If I did, then we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"After your...encounter...with your little prostitute...did you ever go into heat again?"

"No, why?" I wasn't following him in his questions. What was he getting at?

"Drakos...?" Falcon's expression was serious.

"Yes, Falcon," I said exasperatingly.

"Find that prostitute."

***