Chapter 2 THE CHANCE TO

Dranon's eyes trailed to the door, and he stared at it in the darkness. The door pushed open again, and a large man walked inside. Spotting Dranon, he flashed his white teeth in a wide grin, his rugged face increasing in attractiveness.

"I saw the old bimbo walk out of this room just now." He said casually, taking a seat in front of Dranon. "Here to check the progress of your dick, again?" He asked, blunt with his words. Saying it so casually.

Dranon stared at his weird business partner for a while and lowered his eyes, taking the bottle in front of him and filling his glass cup. He held it up in the air and twirled it between his fingers, watching as its red contents shook inside it.

"Oh come on, don't tell me a drink is more important than I am." The man said in defense to the silent treatment he got.

"What do you want to hear, Alistair Hawthorne?" Dranon questioned with an irritation. And got a raised brow instead.

"Fine. I failed to get my dick up, again." Dranon finally uttered.

Alistair's grin didn't falter, in fact, his dark brown eyes squinted more in amusement.

"So you take pleasure in my misfortune, huh?" Dranon asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"Of course, and I'm quite enjoying myself." Alistair answered, not bothering to hide it.

"We are not friends Alistair, you take liberties. Know your place." Dranon commented with a slight frown. Even though they have some sort of fondness for each other.

"I should have gotten rid of that woman long ago, but you won't let me. She seems to me as nothing but a faux." Alistair said, dropping his smile, taking a serious tone this time.

"No need." Dranon replied, now sipping on his drink again with a worried look on.

He let out a deep sigh as he felt the burn of the drink in his throat.

"Got any news about the other woman?" Dranon asked, not being specific and expecting the man in front of him to understand.

"Ah.. You see... Yes, as a matter of fact." Alistair said, leaning back against his chair. Dranon clenched his fingers tight at the news that his mother's whereabouts had been discovered at last.

"And what's the info?" Dranon prompted.

"According to my sources, the woman has been travelling across different countries with her new husband."

Dranon sprang forward from his chair, uncomfortably.

"What, did you just say?" He asked, his voice coming out thick with sudden rage.

"The same man she had an affair with years back." Alistair paused, looking Dranon in the eyes, "The same affair that caused your father to...." He finished with a frown.

Alistair, ever since knowing Dranon's past, grew hatred for Dranon's mother and never, for once, addressed her properly. Not after the information gotten from his source about her new lifestyle.

Dranon gritted his teeth so hard that he thought his teeth would shatter from sheer force.

"How dare she... " The woman, his mother whom he had saved from the wrath of his father when he was only a teenager, the same he suffered all those years.

'After everything that has happened. How could she be so heartless.'? Dranon thought.

"I admire her, her heart must really be made of stone for her to abandon a fourteen-year-old with a father like yours." Alistair said, sighing. Dranon didn't reply.

"The man, how should we take care of him? " Alistair asked after a pause.

"Nothing. Leave them alone." Dranon responded.

"Ahh, you really are growing softer, aren't you?" Alistair muttered.

Some years back, one would bet that Dranon was a Mafia because of how he behaved but, change happened.

"I'm not, I simply... always like to think things through before taking actions." He replied, and Alistair smiled. Or maybe he was being soft because it involved people relating to him.

At least he had the decency to change the topic.

"Our company has successfully bought the largest shares from the BMN corporation. Mr. Donald now has no ownership whatsoever of the company. "

"Good." Dranon said, sipping his wine and then dropping it back on the transparent table.

" But.. " Alistair said, and Dranon looked up, his brows raised.

"But, what's?" He asked curiously.

"Mr. Berk is apparently still proving to be stubborn, he has not relented." Alistair continued, "You should have allowed me to fire him, I would have handled it well, I would have done something about it."

"Something like what? Beat his ass up? You know nothing about business, Alistair. Only violence." Dranon countered.

"Fair enough." He said, clearly not taking offense in it.

"So, about Mr. Freeman?"

"We should give him another chance, he has been doing good for the company."

"Alright then, that's it." Alistair said, standing up. He walked towards the door and made to open it. Dranon stopped him before he could go outside.

"Thank you." He said, and Alistair turned with his stupid grin on his face.

"You really are growing softer." He said, his grin became wider.

"I take that back. Now, get out!" Dranon growled and Alistair left with his echoing laughter.

Later, Dranon walked by the bar's outer rim, striding softly, his feet barely making any sound against the ground. As he strode around the VIP area, the few men who were there avoided looking at him, the opposite of the women sending him lewd looks. One sitting with a man who seemed to be her husband winked at him, Dranon looked at the man, he was just there, looking down. Unaware of his wife's stupidity.

'Coward' Dranon thought. You would think a married man would have the guts to tell his wife down from flirting with other people. He looked away, too irritated to watch the scene.

Dranon stopped at the door in front of him, he took a deep breath. By now, a girl would have been sent to his bed, waiting for him. A beauty, she would undoubtedly be, and he, he would fail her, watch as her confidence deflated by his penis that would refuse to rouse. As always, his fuckin' dick would not rouse. He cursed himself as, he already felt disappointed.

Steeling himself, he entered the room. As he guessed, there was someone on his bed. He knew by looking at the bump in the sheets. The room was dark with just a dim blue light, casting its weak glow in the room, just how he liked it.

He didn't acknowledge her. He walked to the table and removed his watch. Removing his cuffs, he set them on the table together. Then he willed himself to look at the bed.

He sat on the bed first, removing his shoes, he put his leg on the bed, assuming a relaxed posture. The girl or woman or whatever was in his bed laid still, and then she rose from the sheets. Oh, a girl. Dark blue eyes met his own, intense, knocking his breath out of his chest, sucking him in. And then there was red, red hair, smooth, thick, everywhere. A different type of girl.

She crawled softly, slowly towards him, and he looked down at her then. Her waist below was covered in the sheets but above... Holy shit... The transparent, silky clothes she wore spared no effort to hide her nipples, tight, soft pink. He could imagine.

She was perfect but, she didn't speak. She got up on her knees, the sheets still covering her waist down, leaving him with nothing but to imagine... Imagine the glorious perfection he was sure he would find there.

She came closer and leaned across him, letting him take a whiff of her scent, a delicious mix of sandalwood and wine. The girl reached out and took a glass of wine he hadn't spotted earlier. She silently brought it to his lips, it was red, like her lips.

Dranon parted his lips as little as he downed the entire content in a gulp, she had him focus his eyes on her, never letting it drop. Then she dropped the empty glass on the table and reached for his clothes.

She slipped her hands into his shirt, the open buttons giving her free access. Her hands trailed lower, moving towards his abdomen. The moment her palms touched his stomach, he felt it clench, his body gave out in a shudder as her hands trailed over his taut packs.

His body grew hot, he licked his lips. She pulled her hands from under his shirt, and he was disappointed, wanting the feel of her hands. His disappointment was instantly replaced by something else, eagerness, as she began opening up what was left of his buttons, all while holding his gaze in hers.

Something was strange, she didn't have the horny look he had seen in aroused girls before. Her eyes were clear, not lusty as it were supposed to be by now. She hugged him, her breasts pressed against his chest, breaking him off his thoughts.

She trailed his shirt to his shoulder and he pulled it off with a shrug. His body was growing hotter, before he could stop himself, he reached for her face and held it in his palm. She stiffened, pulling his hands away, he found it strange but quickly forgot about it when she cupped his chin. Slowly, but surely, she leaned closer and closer. Then, she buried her face in his neck. The hot breath in his neck, doing the impossible to him. She licked him with a swipe of a tongue, her body rubbing across his chest at the same time, once, twice, and then he felt it... Felt his penis harden, albeit a little.

He let out a strangled groan. Then he froze, his manhood dousing down immediately. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. In an alarming speed, his body began to grow weak. And then he fell on the bed, feeling paralyzed.

The girl pulled back and smiled then, it was a cold, one - lipped smile.

"You're not so hard to kill after all, he was mistaken." She said in a very low tone.