Alex Drakos: For My Lover

by Mallory Monroe

  “I’m alright, yes,” Kari said to him.

  Then he saw droplets of blood on her blazer.

  “I’m fine. That’s not my blood,” Kari said.

  It was only then was Alex able to exhale.

  It was also only then was Alex able to notice that the lady standing beside Kari was Dezzamaine Mills. And even though Dez was attempting to hide her face, and would not look in his direction, even from the side he could see that she was bruised. That she was the victim of the “domestic situation” Bob was talking about.

  “I was going to let her stay in this room tonight,” Kari said to him.

  Alex understood without more explanation and pulled out his master keycard, before Kari could pull out hers, and unlocked the door. Kari and Dez went inside.

  Alex looked at Toker who, along with Lee and Bob, had followed him down the hall. “We’ll talk later,” he said to the GM, and Toker nodded. Alex went inside the hotel room, too, and closed the door behind him.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Inside the room, Dez was sitting on the sofa with Kari seated beside her. Alex walked from behind the small bar in the room and handed each of the ladies a drink. Then he sat down in the chair and looked at them.

  Dez looked horrific, he thought. She had been badly beaten. But his focus remained primarily on Kari. He wanted to make sure whomever the bastard was, he had not touched his wife. “What happened?” he asked her.

  “Hector beat her up,” Kari said bluntly.

  “Who’s Hector?” Alex asked.

  “My old man,” Dez said, holding her glass of wine delicately. “He’s my boyfriend,” she added, and then looked at Alex.

  She was ashamed, he could tell, but at least she was talking. “Did you go see a doctor?” he asked her.

  “I tried to take her to one of ours,” said Kari, “but she wouldn’t do it.”

  “I don’t need a doctor,” Dez said. “I’m just sorry Miss G. had to get roped into this too.”

  Alex didn’t like that Miss G nickname many of the locals called Kari. She was Mrs. Drakos now. But he knew, in time, that would change. “When you say roping her in,” he asked Dez because he knew Kari would not give him a straight answer as to whether or not Hector touched her too, “what do you mean?”

  “She meant--” Kari started to say.

  “I’m talking to Dezzamaine,” Alex said.

  Dez glanced at Kari and realized, in that moment, that she had gone too far. She knew Mr. Drakos was very protective of Kari. She knew, if he found out that Hector tried to put his hands on Kari, too, he’d try to kill Heck. And although Dez hated what he had done to her, she couldn’t live with herself if any harm came to him because of it. “I mean when she came to check on me, she got roped in. She had to see me like this, and bring me here. That’s what I mean,” she said.

  “This isn’t the first time he hit you,” Alex said to Dez.

  Dez looked at him. “How would you know that?” she asked.

  “Your injuries,” Kari answered for Alex. “Domestic violence usually starts small and escalates. Your injuries are examples of major escalation. That’s why he knows.”

  Dez nodded. “It’s not his first time,” she said to Alex. “I’m not gonna lie to you. But it never got to this point. Nothing like this. He was just so mad at me.”

  “For what?” Alex asked.

  “For talking back. For giving him lip. He doesn’t like that, and I knew he didn’t like it. But I did it anyway.”

  “So you got what’s coming to you,” Alex said. “Is that what you mean?”

  Dez couldn’t say no, that wasn’t what she meant at all, because it was what she meant. She just couldn’t say it out loud. She drank her wine, instead.

  There were knocks on the hotel’s door. “Come in!” Alex yelled.

  The door opened and it was Toker. “A detective is here to see Mrs. Drakos and Miss Mills,” he said.

  “A detective?” Dez asked, surprised.

  But Kari wasn’t surprised. She’d called 911 and told them everything they needed to know about the incident. She rose. “Send him in, Toke,” she said to their GM.

  Toker stepped aside, and the detective walked on in. Toker, remaining in the hall, closed the door behind the detective.

  “Have a seat, officer,” Kari said. Alex said as little as possible to cops.

  “Hello, ma’am. Sir,” said the detective to Alex. Although Alex said nothing to him, it was obvious, by the way he kept glancing over at Alex, that the cop knew exactly who he was. “I’m Detective Wright with the Apple Valley PD. Are you Mrs. Drakos?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “You called in the incident, ma’am, am I correct?”

  “That’s right.”

  “I have a few questions, if that’s alright?”

  “Absolutely,” Kari said. “Sit down, please.”

  The detective felt the chill of Alex and Dez, but at least Mrs. Drakos was warm. He unbuttoned his suit coat and sat in the second chair. “And I assume you are Miss Mills, ma’am?” he asked Dez. “The victim?”

  Dez hated being called a victim. She didn’t see herself that way at all. “I’m not a victim, no,” she said.

  The detective didn’t seem surprised at all by her answer. He was an old pro. “Why don’t you tell me what happened,” he said.

  “There’s nothing to tell,” Dez said.

  But Kari would have none of it. “Don’t do that, Dez,” she said.

  “Don’t do what?” Dez asked.

  “Don’t minimize that shit,” Kari said. “You look like Mike Tyson got a hold of you and there’s nothing to tell?”

  “It was nothing,” Dez said again. “I got hurt because I fell. That’s why it looks bad like this. Hector didn’t do this. That’s what I was trying to tell you.”

  Kari was about to set Dez straight. She was about to mention the fact that she saw what Hector did with her own two eyes, even after he beat her the first time.

  But Alex said “Karena,” in that precise diction of his, and when she looked at him, he shook his head for her not to say a word. His main focus didn’t seem to be Dez at all, Kari realized. He was, as usual, totally focused on her and what she was saying and doing. She exhaled, still upset, but she didn’t say a word.

  But the detective spoke up. “Are you telling me, ma’am,” he asked Dez, “that Mr. Hector Estrada wasn’t the one who injured you?”

  “That’s what I’m saying, yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. And I don’t want to press charges.”

  Kari frowned. “Dez,” she said in a voice that dripped with disappointment. She couldn’t help it. She was disappointed in her friend.

  “I’m not pressing any charges,” Dez said, again, to the detective. “So you can close up your little book and leave me alone. I don’t have nothing to say.”

  The detective did close his small notebook. “Well, ma’am,” he said, rising to his feet, “in the state of Florida, if a perp is accused of a domestic violence incident and there are bruises on the alleged victim, the perp is automatically arrested.”

  “What do you mean?” Dez asked, rising to her feet. Because Kari rose, too, Alex stood up.

  But Dez didn’t see any of that. She was still reeling from what that cop just said. “Where’s Hector?” she asked. “Did you go to my house already?”

  “We’ve been there, yes,” the detective said. “He was beaten down pretty badly. He’s been transported to the hospital.”

  “I’ve got to go see him,” Dez said, about to leave.

  “Wherein after he sees a physician,” the detective added, “he will be transported to jail.”

  “To jail? For what? I told you I fell! I told you nothing happened!”

  “And I told you, in this state, it doesn’t matter what you tell me. Those bruises on your face are not from a fall, ma’am. No judge in this county is going to believe that.”

  Kari could see the change in Dez’s expression. Th
is was tearing her apart. She knew she needed to report Hector’s ass, but she also knew how much she loved Hector’s ass and wasn’t about to come clean to any cop.

  “But what if I was the one who beat him down,” Dez suddenly said in her desperation to change the narrative. “Why aren’t you arresting me?”

  “He regained consciousness already, ma’am,” the detective said. “He told us what happened.” The policeman glanced over at Kari. “He admitted what he’d done to you.”

  Dez was stunned. “He admitted it?” she asked.

  “Yes. I just needed to record your side of the story. But he’s already in police custody, ma’am, and he will be transported to the county jail as soon as the doctor releases him.”

  “I’ve got to go to him,” Dez said, hurrying for the door.

  “Dez?” Kari called after her, and grabbed for her arm. But Dez pulled away from Kari’s grip easily and hurried out of the door.

  Kari was about to hurry behind her. The girl was out of her mind with that blind love she had for Hector, and somebody had to remind her of who she was and how crazy she was behaving. But it wasn’t going to be Kari. Not according to Alex.

  He pulled her back. And unlike Dez easily getting out of Kari’s grasp, there was no getting out of Alex’s grasp. Kari looked at him. “But I need to make sure she’s alright, Alex,” she said, attempting to extricate herself from him.

  “You aren’t making sure of anything,” Alex said to her, still holding onto her arm. “She wants to go back for more ass whipping, that’s her business. You’re going to stay out of it.”

  Kari exhaled and rubbed her forehead. She just hated that a good person like Dezzamaine was wasting her time on such a loser. But she also knew Alex was right: it was Dez’s business.

  After Detective Wright said goodbye and left the room, too, Alex turned Kari to him. And he was staring at her with that hard gaze he had.

  “What?” Kari asked him.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked her.

  “Tell you what?”

  “That Hector Estrada put a hand on you.”

  “Because he didn’t,” Kari said.

  “He didn’t?”

  “No. He tried. But he didn’t.”

  “But you put a hand on him?”

  “A hand? No,” said Kari. “A broom handle, a pot plant, and my stilettos? Yes.”

  Sometimes Alex was absolutely alarmed by how street his wife could be. He loved the fact that she didn’t take bullshit from anybody and could handle herself with the best of them. That wasn’t the problem. But the harrowing situations her abilities sometimes put her in worried him no end. She’d go in when most ladies would run away. And that bothered him.

  But he also knew she needed to have that toughness and fearlessness. She needed to be exactly who she was to be his wife. He had enemies, and they weren’t all in the corporate world either. Most of them weren’t. If any of them ever came to call, he was pleased that she could defend herself.

  He pulled her into his arms. Then he lifted her chin up, so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “You have a good heart, Karena,” he said to her, “but you have to let fools be fools. You cannot get involved in their drama. Love trumps everything in every situation, I don’t care what kind of a fool that love has turned her into. Love trumps it all. Including friendship. Including job consideration. Love will win out every time. If Dezzamaine is as smart as you seem to think she usually is, then she’ll be okay. She’ll come around.”

  “I know,” Kari said. “I just wish she was already there.”

  Alex stared at his wife. She still looked so flustered to him. But that was Kari. She took everything to heart. If there was a wrong happening, it bothered her. She’d put her foot in a man’s ass if he hurt her friend. That was the woman he married. That was the woman he loved.

  He leaned down and slowly moved his lips toward her lips. When he decided to kiss her, it was meant to be sweet and simple. Just a little peck.

  But when he tasted her, that peck became a full blown passionate kiss. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her with a hunger he didn’t realize he had.

  Kari realized her hunger as well when his kiss changed, and she wrapped her arms around him too. Alex was the man of her dreams. He was everything and more she could have ever hoped for. But the things he could do to her body, just by kissing her passionately, was almost downright criminal.

  Alex was so overcome with Kari that he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. It was one of the smallest guest rooms they had in the hotel. But it was more than what he needed.

  He laid her on the bed, removed one of her stilettos, and pulled down her pants and panties. When he removed both from off of one of her legs, he knelt down, opened her up, and began eating her.

  “Al-Lex!” Kari said in a joyful whisper as he did her. And Alex wasn’t the kind of man who went halfway. He went in all the way. He made her feel as if she was going to cum, and cum in his mouth, almost immediately.

  Alex had a boner as hard as steel as he did Kari. He’d never had a woman who aroused him so easily. Just a look in her eye. Or, in this case, the taste of her from a kiss, made him unable to stop himself. He had to have her. He wanted his dick inside of her so badly, it was now urgent.

  But he couldn’t stop eating her.

  He couldn’t stop himself from enjoying every second of that taste he loved.

  He started moving his tongue up and down her folds and clitoris, and she held onto his head, and assisted his movements, as the feelings rippled through her body like a tidal wave threatening to drown her. She was just that close to cumming.

  He continued to feast on her, eating her as if it was his first time, until he knew he had to have more. He stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, and put it inside of Kari.

  It was all Kari needed to take her over. She tried to hold out as he stroked her. Alex was looking at her, staring at her with hooded, lustful eyes as he stroked her, as if he was daring her to hold on longer.

  But when he pushed all the way inside of her, and leaned down on her as she felt his fullness overwhelm her tightness, she couldn’t help herself. She let out a long, hard grunt, and she came.

  She was pulsating as she came. She was putting a hurting on him with her pulsations. And it was Kari who took him over too.

  He came. He shot a wad so thick into her that it prolonged her climax too. They came together.

  It was such an electrifying cum that Alex felt he could take them another round. It wouldn’t be unusual for them.

  But knocks on the hotel’s room door dampened all of that.

  “Damn!” Alex said angrily, and Kari smiled. When he saw her smile, he smiled too. It was Saturday, the busiest day of the week for The Drakos. What did they expect?

  Alex leaned down, kissed her on the lips and then on her now swollen and red vagina, and pulled out his handkerchief. He wiped Kari and then himself even as the annoying knocking continued. “Get dressed,” he said, as he put his own pecker away, and headed for the door.

  He opened the door only slightly. Just enough to see that it was Bob Michaels, his talent director. “What is it?” he asked him, unable to shield the agitation in his voice.

  “Sorry to disturb you again, sir,” Bob said, “but her agent has arrived.”

  Alex knew who he meant. One of their A-list performers was making impossible demands again, despite the fact that her shows had already sold out and her first show was that very night. He had to handle it. “I’ll be there,” he said. “Oh, and Bobby?”

  Bob turned back. “Yes, sir?”

  “Get in touch with Tino Castellano. Tell him I want him to find Hector Estrada for me.”

  “Hector Estrada? Is he the abuser?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you want Tino to find him because of what he did to Dez Mills, sir?”

  “Because of what he attempted to do to my wife. He gets no pass because she wo
n the fight.”

  Bob smiled. “Yes, sir. I’ll get in touch with Tino right away, sir.”

  And Alex closed the door.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  When Alex and Kari reentered the lobby, Alex made his way over to Bob and the agent, while Kari grabbed Jordan, who was running by with Matty Lincoln.

  “Not so fast, boy,” Kari said. “Where are you going?”

  “To the game room. Matty has this really cool new game I’ve never heard of before. Then we’re gonna grab a few guys and we’ll be out back.”

  Out back, Kari knew, meant that he’d be on the rooftop recreation area where the pools and basketball courts were located. But before he could completely tear away from her, Kari pulled him back again. “Matty, could you give us a minute, please?”

  “Sure thing, Miss Kari,” Matty said. “I’ll be in the arcade, Jordie,” he added, and took off.

  Kari pulled Jordan aside.

  “What is it, Ma?” Jordan asked. “I want to check out this new game!”

  “And you will,” Kari said.

  “Then what is it?” Jordan asked, and then he smiled. “Where were you and Dad anyway? I was looking all over for you guys. Mr. T. said you were in a hotel room, but he wouldn’t tell me which.” Mr. T, for Jordan, was Toker de Bergeron.

  “We were around,” Kari said, “same as you.” Then she glanced at Alex, who was listening to the pop star’s agent. As if they had some telepathic chemistry, he looked at her at the same time. She still felt as if he was inside of her. He still felt that tightness when he was inside of her. They both hated that they had been interrupted.

  “Ma, what is it?” Jordan asked again impatiently, taking Kari’s attention away from Alex and back to him. “It’s rare to find a game I’ve never heard of before. I really need to check that thing out. Can I go please? What’s this about?”