Falcon and I parted ways. He promised he'd keep in touch, urging me to return home to dote on my mate. I found it strange that Falcon's attitude towards me took a three hundred and sixty-degree turn from last week. I tried not to think too hard on it. My brother is odd, so his behavior is expected.

I drove home as fast as possible, my heart a beating drum in my chest. I called Asche several times but his phone rang to his voicemail. I left four messages. I truly hope that he was okay. Now that my mind was cleared of my standing with Falcon, I found my mind racing, all thoughts centered around my mate.

I craved his embrace, I wanted his flourishing body against mine in our bed, in our room. Yes, our room. What is mine is his.

I tried calling one more time, cursing and tossing the phone in the passenger seat when it just rang continuously.

I floored the gas pedal and sped home. My Porshe got me there in no time. I got out of the car and hurriedly made way for the elevator. It opened up on my floor and I took long strides to the door, pausing when my eyes caught a small, white note on the door, written in impeccable calligraphy. I started to read it:

Welcome home, my sensual lover. Open up and enter where you love to nestle and feel my comforting warmth. Find me and you'll have it all.

My face contorted in confusion. I snatched the sticky note from off the door and unlocked it, stepping inside as the silence greeted me. What's going on? Who left this note here?

I turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment, casting a cursory glance around, shoving the note in my pocket.

"Asche!" I called out, placing my car keys on a side table by the front door that I kicked closed. "Baby, are you home?"

No one answered and I felt unsettled. I walked over to the kitchen, flicking on the lights when I spotted another note plastered on the fridge. I narrowed my eyes as I got closer, reading its contents.

Do you like em nice and sweet, take these with you, it's my treat. Now go to our room and bask in our love, so high it rises to the skies above.

It was then that I noticed a bottle of wine, the finest might I add, sitting on the countertop with a basket of fruits, whipped cream, and chocolate.

Hold up, wait a damn minute. Is this what I think it is? A slow, amused smile peeled on my lips and I removed the note and placed it in my pocket with the first one.

So Asche is feeling a little frisky this evening? Well, I will thoroughly indulge him. I eagerly wondered what awaited me in our room. Was he naked and bared for the taking? Was he in the bathroom, soaking in a warm bubble bath? Oh, the possibilities! I had already known what he wanted to do with those treats in the kitchen, causing my cock to stir with arousal.

I found myself nearly running to the bedroom and shoving the door open hastily. I turned on the lights and gasped. The room was filled with balloons that were either gathered together in a bundle on the dresser or on the floor, with other scattered around the ceiling, printed with 'I love you' and 'XOXO'. My heart felt overwhelmed with gladness and a strong emotion that made my throat tight.

Flowers were arranged in the center of the bed, a beautiful gathering of red roses. I walked slowly into the room in awe and disbelief that Asche thought to do something so adoring, so endearing. I bit my quivering lip as I drew closer to the king-sized bed, leaning in and picking up a small card that laid neatly by the bouquet of roses.

"Let me cater to you, cause baby this is your day."

I placed the card back down slowly with trembling fingers.

"Asche, love. I get it." I said, my voice thick with emotion. "I love this, I love you. Won't you come out now? I want to show you just how much I love you." I spun around, in hopes that he'd emerge from the closet. But he didn't and my heart sank. A quick glance at the closet door told me the search wasn't over yet.

Looks like I don't have a choice but to follow these clues. I felt Zyros stir in my chest, in need of our mate. I sympathized with him. This was torture. Albeit, I felt a bubbly feeling deep inside by Asche's show of affection and appreciation. This was progress, this was his way of telling me that he felt something for me and I couldn't contain the feeling that was bubbling over within me.

There was another note on the closet door and I read that too.

Three-four, open the closet door.

And that I did.

Inside the large, walk-in closet, sat a box in the middle of the rectangular space on the carpeted floor. I walked over to it, my mind conjuring up what could possibly be in the box.

Maybe desserts? Heck no. We had close to that downstairs.

On top of the box was another clue.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the sexiest of them all?

Fuck it. I tore the box open and I stiffened as my eyes rooted upon a variety of sex toys. Furry handcuffs, a whip, a ball gag, butt plugs, nipple clamps, floggers, and blindfolds.

Kinky.

But why does the note say mirror mirror...?

I looked up at the tall mirror on the opposite side of the room, between a row of crisp suits on hangers. There was an outfit hanging right on the end, and I drew nearer to it to get a closer look.

What I found was a skimpy leather suit with straps. Oh mercy, I hope he doesn't have the intention of having me wear that. It barely covers anything.

I guess I should. He's pouring out his feelings towards me.

I plucked the note off of the suit and read it.

Go downstairs and choose a ride, when you arrive, you'll get your prize. Don't forget to bring our toys, cause the night is long to make some noise. Remember when you chased me down, I'm here willing and waiting, in the heart of town.

So he wants me to bring the wine, fruits, sex toys, etcetera?

I see where this is going and I knew exactly where he was.

I'm coming my exotic mate, and when I have you, you'll be crying to the gods till dawn.

I left the penthouse, my cock stiff and aching.

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