Stephon came in wearing an uncertain expression. I kept my face void of any emotion because he oftentimes can bend me to his will when I'm emotionally unstable. He strode over hesitantly with a lopsided smile.

"Hey," He said.

"So you decided to finally show your face properly to me." I said, studying him closely.

He stood awkwardly at the foot of the large bed and nibbled on his bottom lip, unsure of what to say. Stephon is a very expressive person when it comes to his feelings, but presently, he couldn't find the words to respond to my tartly spoken comment.

He glanced up at me, his lips turning into a frown. "Asche, you aren't going to make this easy for me."

"Of course not!" I snapped. "You were like my brother and I trusted you! But you betrayed that trust!"

"I'm sorry," He stepped closer with a grieved expression. "I don't know what came over me. I'm so stupid for believing he had your best interest at heart."

I found myself growing angry at his words, "He stalked me and backed me up into a tight corner, is that what you would call my best interest?"

"I had no idea, Asche. I figured because he's a millionaire, you'd take him up on his offer." He explained desperately.

"So now you have a great judgement of character. You can't use my profession against me!" I argued, feeling a sting of embarrassment that he of all people, thought I was always moved by a person's bank account. "Not every guy I fuck is rich!"

"Well thanks for telling me now," He threw his hands up, "After, what? You becoming pregnant! Asche, you know what you do on the side when you are not in the office and let's be honest, the majority of the men that you bedded were filthy rich so you could at least understand, even if it's a little, why I did what I did."

This asshole!

"So you'd give me away to serial killer despite his wealth."

"No, of course not!" He denied, a flash of hurt crossing his features.

"Your statement confirms it." I said, icily.

"Asche, please be reasonable. Fucking guys who you've just met is dangerous, yet you took the risk. So why is this one guy the problem?" He stared at me quizzically.

"You're fucking his brother." I got out with a glare. "You were aware of who he was. You lured me on that fucking boat!"

"I had nothing to do with that! I had no idea that you met him before and furthermore, I was meeting him for the first time that night. He wasn't acquainted with me!"

"You're a liar." I growled.

"Call me what you want, Asche but I'm speaking the truth. I didn't come here to upset you. I only came to apologize and ask for your forgiveness, I miss our days spent together. It means so much to me and since you're now here, we can maybe catch up on a few things if you'd like to." He said.

"Like your marriage?" I countered and he sighed.

"If that's what concerns you then, yeah, my marriage. I'm hoping you can have yours someday."

I rolled my eyes, "Not happening."

"Why not?" He asked, finally settling himself on the edge of the mattress.

"Because I don't love him and I am not going to be with someone who's so damn overbearing and controlling."

"He's a really great guy despite his nasty attitude. I can see he's really into you." Stephon appraised. "What guy tries his best to please you and goes out of his way to ensure that you're comfortable? Especially when you're a known prostitute?"

"It seems your infatuated with that word. Let's not go down that road, Stephon." I warned.

"I'm not bashing you or trying to make you feel lesser than me. The point I'm trying to get across is, men usually just fuck prostitutes for a one time only, or when they want a quick nut. No feelings caught, however, in your case, he's so into you. He doesn't care about you selling your body."

"It's because I got pregnant, remember?" I jotted in.

Stephon shook his head. "He searched for you soon afterwards. Hey, you even took his money!"

A small smile tugged on my lips when the memory of me taking his thousands of dollars resurfaced. He's a billionaire, a mere two thousand loss won't hurt him.

"That was due to me."

"Not yet. But you took it and did you think he cared? Nope. The only thought that lingered in his mind was of you. That's when he came to me. If I only knew that you were done with millionaires, I wouldn't have done such an awful thing. I truly am sorry, Asche."

"I bet you are after taking his brother's cock for months," I seethed, crossing my arms over my chest angrily.

"Falcon has nothing to do with this!" He snapped, defending his husband.

"So I see where your loyalty lies," I said bitterly. "He has as much to do with this as Drakos did. Falcon helped him stalk me, Stephon, and he did so quite indulgently."

"Keep Falcon out of this. Your beef is with Drakos. He bought you." He said vehemently.

I rolled my eyes once more at his unwavering loyalty to the man's brother. Those years of close friendship and struggles were for naught? Is Stephon lost to me as well? Does he even know what Drakos is and if Falcon can possibly be the same as his brother?

"You know what? It doesn't make any sense, this conversation. I'm not ever going to forgive you, you trifling, good-for-nothing liar! Bros before hoes, remember our oath, Stephon?"

"Falcon and Drakos aren't whores."

"And you're insinuating that I am?"

"Stop twisting my words, dammit!" He said frustratingly.

I was fuming at him. How could he be so nonchalant and deceptive? I wonder how much money Falcon is packing in his bank account. They're married now so I'm sure he's sucking not just his cock dry, but his account.

"Money moves you as well." I accused.

"How dare you! I am not with Falcon for his money! I love him and he loves me for me!" He trembled in anger, standing to his feet so suddenly as if the mattress burned him. "You know what, this isn't working at all. Stay in here with your bitter ass! I won't be further insulted by you!"

"Fuck you!" I hollered after him.

He strode out of the room in fury.

I guess our friendship is officially over.

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