Drakos fucked me endlessly throughout the night. And when I said endlessly, I meant nonstop. My body was scattered with hickeys and bite marks, my eyes were puffy from lack of sleep, my ass ached terribly and my cock felt like a dilapidated sea cucumber.

I rolled over with a pained groan, wincing as the sunlight filtered through the thin curtains that hung high up in the room. I sat up slowly with a yawn, stretching my arms and cracking my bones back into place. The cotton sheet slid from my chest and settled into my lap. I glanced around, my eyes going to the spot where Drakos slept earlier, frowning at the rumpled sheets that were now bereft of his warm body.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the side table, gasping at the time. It was after twelve midday. I slept in! Well, that shouldn't be a surprise having been fucked from last night into early this morning. My nipples ached. They were an angry red and felt like something was hardening up inside them.

Urgh, I felt like shit but my body also felt satiated. Memories of last night came pouring into my mind and I covered my face with an embarrassed whine. Who was that last night? I did not recognize that person. It couldn't be me. That's a fucking stranger.

I begged for his cum. I begged for him to fuck me. I begged and begged until I was hoarse from screaming. Oh hell, I bet Kirk heard me. I cringed at the thought and slowly twisted out of bed, removing the sheets from over my legs.

I needed to shower and gather my thoughts. A little twitch in my stomach made me run my hand over my stomach tenderly as I strode into the bathroom to wash away the scent of sex and to wash my ass thoroughly from Drakos' abundant semen.

As I allowed the shower to run over my body, I stood there, deep in thought, feeling utterly conflicted to the point where I felt confused for a moment. All of the desperate, carnal feelings I felt last night were gone. Saving the feeling of contentment and another I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Now that I came to my senses, I felt more distressed and elaborated on my fucked up feelings for a man who made my body bend to his will. A man who was determined to get what he wanted, an overachiever and most definitely an outstanding performer in bed.

But, besides that, there was something else niggling in my chest, in my mind that made my heart skip a beat and my mind to erupt with emotional thoughts. I'm not supposed to feel this way. All of this wasn't supposed to happen. The plan was to fuck him, take his money and disappear without a trace.

Tch. Yeah, right. Thanks to Stephon all of that went down the drain. Either way, I knew he would have found me one way or the other. Even if it took months, a guy with that amount of determination wouldn't have given up.

If only I did what my mind told me. I sighed, slicking my hair back from my face and placing my hands against the wall in front of me. Is it that bad? It's not like he raped me. I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew the odds and they were most definitely not in my fucking favor. I ended up pregnant first of all. Me, pregnant! What a time! If my parents were here I bet they would have given me the scolding of my life.

This was a time where I missed my mother. Gone too soon and in such a tragic way. I closed my eyes as my emotions started going haywire. My throat got tight and my eyes stung with tears. I released a trembling breath, trying my hardest to regain my composure.

I'm a fucking ex-prostitute carrying a millionaire's child. How did I get myself tangled up in this soap opera shit?

Greed.

My worst fucking enemy.

Snatching the body wash angrily, I bathed myself in silence, scrubbing my sore ass until it couldn't get any sorer than it was. The love bites still lingered and even if I tried to forget or deny what happened last night, I have the marks and the tender ache to remind me who I belonged to.

What a dirty slut I am. Maybe this is my karma after selling my body and deceiving people. I had to settle down some way, somehow.

I felt like my life was going in a downward spiral. I fled my job, my apartment, I swindled a millionaire out of his cash, I somehow met him again after pulling a Casper move on him. I gave in, fucked him again just to get rid of him but he just came running back like a dog after a bone. And then the big ass ball dropped called my pregnancy. But that's not all, I lost a child.

This is ridiculous. I so wish I could have a bottle of Jack Daniel's right now.

All I have to do is get my shit together. Answer the question, do I want to be with him or not? It's simple, yes or no.

I'm not even sure I'm capable of love. I've been receiving the shitty end of the stick all of my life. Where kids got hugs and kisses, I got slaps and kicks. What about my baby? I already lost one which was still a fresh wound that ached. I'm afraid of what I'm incapable of doing. Can I raise a child and shower them with love which I never received? The thought alone had me roiling and anxious.

I made my bed, now I have to lay in it.

I scrubbed my body clean, shoving my thoughts away temporarily. No use in crying over spoilt milk. I have to decide what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it.

***

"You really canned his ass all night," Kirk gave me a pointed glare over the rim of his teacup.

An amused smile crossed my lips and I crossed my legs as I sat opposite him, tapping away on my laptop. I paused for a brief moment before glancing up at him, "I thought you retired for the night."

"I want to smack that smug look off your face. Were you trying to kill him or something? He's pregnant for fuck's sake!" He exclaimed, sitting the teacup on the coffee table in front of him.

I continued typing, tearing my gaze away from him, eager to get this email sent to my PA as I've been absent from my establishment for a while. "Let me educate you on a few things about pregnancies, especially pregnancies consisting of half-dragon offspring. Number one: the baby is in a sac, perfectly protected by fluid. Number two, my penis cannot puncture the water bag. And three, I can feel our baby is growing stronger day by day. He won't miscarry anymore. What happened several weeks ago should have never happened."

"Hopefully not," He muttered, glancing away to look at Falcon and Stephon conversing in the kitchen. "So Falcon told me that they're expecting. Is this a dragon thing or are both Asche and Stephon special?"

"To be honest, I am not certain. I've tried to conceive a child with my past lovers but...but it never happened. I thought myself incapable of having children." My heart lurched at the agonizing memories of feeling empty and hopeless.

Kirk studied md closely, sipping his tea in deep thought. Choosing his next words wisely, "Are you with Asche because you love him or are you with him because you want him to bear your children?"

I frowned, now giving him my full attention. "Why would you ask such a question? I would never use Asche in such a way. From the moment I first saw him, I knew he was mine. His gender be damned. I followed him to every nook and cranny he hid in because I was determined to have him. There's something about him that makes me want to protect him and love him utterly. He deserves all the love in the world. I can see he's broken but everyone takes time to heal and that's why I'll be there for him, always."

He nodded slowly, "I bet you will. I'm holding you to your word. But, Asche has been through a lot and he's kept all of that bottled up inside for years. I don't want any pressure to burst his pipe. He suffered a miscarriage and if I'm to be honest, the cause of it was fucking ridiculous. Asche and Stephon need to fix whatever bad blood they got going on here and you need to take it slow with him. Once he's warmed up to you, he'll open up. He's a good kid, he just had a lot of bad breaks in his life causing him to view life from a fucked up perspective. I can't blame him in a way. Some of us deal with our problems differently and Asche is a case all by himself."

I took all of this in with full understanding, looking at Kirk differently. He truly loves Asche like an older brother. At first, I thought that they were lovers but I cast that assumption out of my mind as I spent more time around him. His feelings are sincere and he only wants what's best for Asche.

"I want to ask him for his hand in marriage," I revealed, placing the laptop aside and placing my elbows on my knees, clasping my hands together.

Kirk scoffed with a grin, "Good luck Chuck because Asche doesn't do commitments. Heck, he barely had any relationships. I'm not putting any spokes in your wheel but, just keep in mind that you two just met a few months ago."

My mouthed flattened and I struggled to register what was said. He couldn't have our child out of wedlock! He's carrying the future king of our nearly extinct race! I cannot have a bastard child! I ran my hands down my face with an exasperated sigh.

"Look, I know you mean well but I think you're overthinking right now. Just take it one day at a time. You guys just met. Get to know him. Take him on dates, spoil him with gifts and affection. Try to figure out what floats his boat." Kirk offered.

"It's definitely money," I remarked.

Kirk rolled his eyes. "It has to be something else."

"Asche always dreamed about traveling to Paris. He may show a hostile exterior but deep down inside, he's a hopeless romantic." Stephon chimed in.

"How intrusive. That's bloody rude." Kirk scowled, spinning around to face Stephon who swiveled around on the barstool to face us.

"But informative and helpful." I smiled, eyeing Stephon with gratefulness.

"I bet it is," Kirk grumbled, sipping his tea loudly.

"You're just mad I know more about Asche than you do." He stuck out his tongue.

"Ah, that's expensive coming from the guy who knows that Asche doesn't take well to betrayal." Kirk barbed.

Stephon looked as if he was about to get down from that stool and throttle Kirk but Falcon stopped him.

"That's enough," He warned, giving Stephon and Kirk a reprimanding look.

I raked a hand through my hair, thankful that Falcon got the situation under control. We didn't need any childish bickering at this time. My mate needed some time to relax and enjoy himself and I think Paris would be a wonderful place to take him.

"Thanks, Falcon. We are all adults here and the past is in the past. We move on from it and try to correct our mistakes. On that note, Stephon I need to speak with you in private." I got up from where I sat.

Falcon gave me a questioning stare. "Whatever you have to say to him, you can say it in front of me."

"Fine. Kirk can you please check and see if Asche is awake. It's almost one o'clock and he missed breakfast."

Kirk nodded understandably and quickly left the room, sensing the tension in the air.

"Come, let's go to the balcony. I don't want Asche to overhear us."

***