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 cared not about my feelings and how they ate away at my insides, causing me great pain emotionally and mentally. All Lisa cared for was to suck my pockets dry. That conceited and greedy 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 zeros following behind a large sum of 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 filthy rich, 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 Fred, I couldn't breathe well, 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 Fred and hurriedly covered herself with a frightened screech. Even though my body boiled over in anger, I kept my anger down and told them to leave in the most polite tone I could've muster up.

I never saw Lisa again. I heard she jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend within the space of the several months that we parted. She didn't even apologize. Heartless bitch. I shook my head in amusement, rather amused 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 snapped 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. Away from 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 stuttering 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 blue 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 bitch."

"Drakos, please hear me out--"

"No, Lisa! My time will not be wasted on your half-assed, egocentric 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. 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.

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