Drakos watched the rain pour down on the streets below, the glum weather in comparison to his mood.

He peered through the clear glass of his office, his hands in his pants pockets, deep in thought.

It's been a thousand years since the destruction of his planet; and his coming to earth. His predecessors were long dead, including the remaining three of his kind.

Well, not exactly. He's one the last descendants of the Inferno Clan that ruled over the planet, Auxus.

His parents died in battle with the invaders, the Extermists, that sought to bring their planet to ruin.

They came barging in with strange weapons that killed many dragon shifters. The unexpected attack left them with no room to escape. Countless men, women, and children were slaughtered in the process.

The Extermists managed to kill his parents, however, he was lucky to have escaped with his siblings in one of their ships, landing on this planet called earth. The air was more filtered and the inhabitants were mere weaklings whose lifespan did not usually exceed seventy years.

Every dragon lived for about five thousand years, five-hundred was considered childhood, a thousand was considered a teenager and two thousand was adulthood.

He presently was living in his adulthood. His body had matured greatly since he inhabited this strange planet but otherwise, he still felt like the same young dragon-shifter who fled his planet in fear.

Ever since then, he protected his sister, Felicia and his brother, Falcon who were fraternal twins.

For centuries they've been residing on this planet, blending in with humans and accumulating their wealth each passing year.

Drakos started odd jobs before he invested in his own publishing company then he branched off into the hospitality industry, building his own hotels across the city. To sum it up, he was a multibillionaire, raking in loads of cash each day. Of course, he shared his wealth and achievements with his siblings, for he treasured them dearly.

Falcon and Felicia chose to live a more secluded life, in the subtropics, on a Caribbean island where they were accustomed to the heat. Drakos, on the other hand, decided to stay in America, where the weather was unpredictable at times.

Even though he had enormous wealth, social status and dashing looks, even though it seemed he had everything, he still felt lonely.

He indeed slept with hundreds of women, engaging in relationships that never lasted because he never aged and they never got pregnant. Women swooned at his presence, their panties flood at his sensual touch but they couldn't give him what his heart truly desired.

A child.

His eyes glazed with frustrated anger as he subconsciously peered out the window, his supernatural sight, seeing beyond the foggy streets below.

Even though the rain poured down, not seizing, he glimpsed a figure, walking in quick strides, towards his building.

The man wore a black cashmere coat, a skin-tight jeans pants with black, leather boots strapped to his knees.

His beautiful, porcelain complexion held Drakos' gaze for a while as if in a trance, until he disappeared through the building.

His heart skipped a beat as his eyes feasted on the young boy. He never had an attraction to the same sex, yet this twink held his full attention.

Drakos swallowed, finding himself intrigued about the boy. Who was he? And why did he aroused such a feeling within him?

His cock even lengthened at the sight of the sexy boy, feeling a desire to fuck him.

Was he suffering from a malfunction in his mind and genitalia? Because men weren't Drakos' cup of tea, yet he didn't mind taking a sip of this stranger's sweet contents.

He turned away from the glass windows and went to pull up the surveillance videos on his laptop.

He seated himself in his chair as the videos came up, his eyes zoned in on the one from the lobby, eagerly searching for the boy.

There he stood, conversing with the receptionist. He seemed to be asking a question about something because she pointed into the direction of the sales department right to his left.

He exchanged a few more words with her, then he walked off, heading for the sales office. Drakos changed cameras, tapping on the surveillance video of the sales office.

He walked in, stopping at the desk, probably asking more questions. What exactly is he looking for?

Drakos licked his lips and reached out for the receiver of the telephone. He'll just call to find out. He dialed the extension for the sales department, watching the receptionist through the video feed excuse herself to pick up the phone.

"Sales department, this is Aisha speaking, how may I help?"

"This is Drakos Armander," He declared and she gasped in shock.

"It's a great pleasure to hear from you Mr. Armander, what can I assist you with today?" She beamed immediately catching her composure.

"I want to know what that boy wants," Drakos said straightforwardly.

"Wait just one sec." She replied, placing the receiver down. He watched in the video feed and listened through the telephone as she asked the boy what he needed assistance with.

He told her he bought a book but it has about two missing pages in it. She asked to see the book and he rummaged through his shoulder bag, giving her the said book.

She asked him to wait a moment, then she retrieved the phone. "He's asking for an exchange on a book he purchased three days ago." She told him.

Drakos smiled and ordered her to send him up to his floor. She followed his instructions instructing him on where to go.

He left the office and went in one of the elevators which will take him some time to arrive on his floor which was the fortieth.

Drakos stood up from his desk after closing his laptop, straightening his tie and releasing a sigh.

First of all, he mustn't appear nervous or the boy will grow suspicious.

Perching himself on the edge of his desk, he waited for the sound of knocking on his door before he told his PA to enter.

Bella came in with the boy in tow, radiating an aura that lit up the entire room. He stared at Drakos with a frown before smoothing it out to a stoic expression as Bella spoke.

She introduced him and took her leave, closing the door behind her. He just stood there, his hazel eyes staring into Drakos' with disdain.

Drakos flashed him a smile, pushing up from the desk, stretching his hand out. "I'm Drakos A-"

"No, I'm not fucking you." He said bluntly, knocking down all of Drakos' efforts and his plastered smile in one swift sentence.

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