Asche may have lost his innocence to prostitution but that did not stop him from doing what he knew would damage him in the near future.

His addiction to selling his body came from his deep, dark, more malevolent thought that someway, somehow he'll find love in one of those random men. Asche was holding on to a shard of hope that he'll be the center of someone's affections and attention. Clinging, wishing, hoping, and dreading all the same that it will or will not happen.

He was unstable in many ways. Growing up, he struggled to express his feelings. He rarely hugged, and he rarely kissed. Only a select few shared that intimate touch with him which he considered a deep bond.

He shut out his feelings, buried them deep in his heart, and only wore a calm and relaxed facade of nonchalance. Under that weak and pathetic exterior, there was a craving man, a man in need and want of true love. It wasn't easy veiling his true feelings, it was as if he was an actor, putting on a face for the audience only to shed it like a snake when he's all alone, weeping tears.

Although he was broken inside, Asche held himself strong, smiled through it all, and fooled many. That's how you survive right? You become a chameleon, you blend with your surroundings. It was perfect.

Many men desired to make it official with him and date him but that was not on Asche's agenda. Quid pro quo. His ass for your money.

What kept him shaded from the heat of catching feelings for his consistent partners, for Asche was a person to care for you through intercourse, was to repeat this motto in his head, to seem aloof, to actually stay that way and harden his heart.

Forget people's feelings. Money, money, money. Bills, bills, bills.

His struggle taught him how to hustle. He fought hard to keep alive, to keep strong and nobody was going to take that away from him. He never imagined that prostitution would be his way of life but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

Well, to be honest, he hadn't begged to get his ass rammed by his first, but he was desperate and so that still applies to him.

Overall, Asche's independence was gained from a teenager, so for this rich man to come and waltz into his life, dictating to him, he wasn't going to follow orders so easily.

Asche's life was beyond normal; abnormal and dysfunctional to be exact and he didn't care to fix it. There's no one who can erase and write his life all over again in that beautiful, fine calligraphy called happiness.

Maybe he can love his child, maybe he can learn from becoming a father or a mother? What was he considered anyways?

On the contrary, Drakos ached internally. Asche is carrying what he's wholeheartedly desired; a child.

He lost his family as well. Life had no meaning without another heir and someone who can ease the pain in his heart. His fear is that he'll outlive his partners as they aged and died.

He was afraid to love. Fucking was just a hobby, a way to release his pent up desire. But he saw something special in Asche, however, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what.

These two beings are total opposites, yet they do attract, although one is in denial of the other.

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Sometime in Drakos' past...

Drakos drove his hips into the female's body with a shudder as he became undone.

This is the fifth female for the week and still, he couldn't get enough. The rapacity was strong, the need had his balls tightening up again and his cock becoming erect once more but not for this woman's pussy. He craved something more, but what was it?

"Drakos, that was amazing," She said breathlessly beneath him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

Drakos stiffened in her touch. For some odd reason, her touch repulsed him. The sexual high he was on was now gone as he plummeted down, down, down to normalcy.

His seed may have shot into her womb, but his nature informed him that she did not successfully conceive.

Was his seed not potent enough to impregnate a female? Countless women have shared his bed and each attempt proved unsuccessful.

Frustrated, he removed her arms from his body and pulled out of her, getting out of bed.

"Drakos?" She called after him. "What's wrong, darling? Did you not enjoy it?"

"I'm going out for a walk," He said solemnly and strode out of the room.

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