Alex Drakos: For My Lover

by Mallory Monroe

  Oscar, in so much pain already, just shook his head.

  “What?” Alex asked again.

  But Oscar looked at that doctor, more than at Alex.

  Until Alex lifted his shoe off of Oscar’s penis, and slammed it back down on it again. Oscar screamed an agonizing scream. Alex had his attention again.

  “What are you not telling me?” Alex asked him again.

  “I was only paying back a debt,” Oscar said.

  Alex frowned. There was more to this than just a pervert banging a maid? He never thought, not for a second, that more was involved. And it inwardly angered him that he had not even considered it!

  “What debt?” he asked Oscar.

  “He knows about my . . . my problem,” Oscar said. “He knows a lot about my problem, my predilection, and he said he’d go to the cops and I’d get sent away for the rest of my life if I didn’t check into The Drakos and wait for his orders to . . . to do what I did. He knows I have a problem. He knows I can’t control this shit. And he keeps hanging it over my head!”

  Alex was so intrigued now that he could hardly contain his need to know. “Who gave you these orders?” he asked him.

  “I can’t. He’ll kill me if I tell.”

  “I’ll kill you if you don’t,” Alex said. And then he stomped on Oscar’s penis again. “Who?” he yelled. Oscar screamed again.

  But when Oscar finally answered and said the name Paddy Jupe, Alex’s heart went still. He could hardly believe it.

  “Paddy Jupe?” Alex asked. Then he frowned. “Why would Paddy Jupalani want you to rape a maid in my hotel?”

  “Because she works for you,” Oscar said.

  Alex stared at Oscar. “Why would that matter?” he asked him.

  “I don’t know why. Do I look like the kind of guy Paddy Jupe would tell his business to? But I didn’t want to do it, Mr. Drakos, you’ve gotta believe that. I’ve been trying to get help, not get back into that shit. I need help!”

  “Where’s Paddy now?” Alex asked. He didn’t give a fuck about what Oscar Milner needed.

  “I don’t know where he is,” said Oscar. The pain was agonizing. Trying to talk through the pain was excruciating. “I don’t know anything about him. He came to me. He showed me tapes of me . . . doing what I do to certain females. I don’t know how he even got those tapes! I don’t know anything about him. But I knew I had to do exactly what he told me to do. He told me to check in at The Drakos two days ago, and wait for further orders.”

  “When did the orders come?” Alex asked him.

  “Today. He told me to grab a maid, any maid would do, and rape her. I had no choice, Mr. Drakos. I stopped that shit months ago. I was trying to get help. You’ve got to believe me. I need help!”

  Alex exhaled and removed his shoe from Oscar’s penis. “You’re about to get help now,” he said, and looked at the two burly men with the doctor. “Safe house him afterwards,” he said. “I may need him again.”

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Drakos,” the leader of the two guards said.

  And Alex began walking away as the doctor and the two big men took over.

  First, he could hear Oscar begging for Alex to come back. To not let that quack doctor touch him. Then Alex could hear Oscar’s wails and screams as they began stripping Oscar, and that doctor began to perform a surgical castration right on the man’s patio.

  But as Alex walked through the big, secluded house, and out of the front door, Oscar Milner was not the focus of his attention. Paddy was. Because he still couldn’t make sense of it. Paddy was behind this shit? Paddy? Alex didn’t know what to make of that. If what Oscar said was true, why would Paddy want somebody to rape one of his maids? Maybe he had a camera in that room and wanted to get more dirt on Milner? That could have been a possibility. Oscar Milner was a wealthy man.

  But he had peanut money compared to what Paddy Jupe had.

  And Paddy had peanut money compared to what Alex had.

  Alex got into his car and drove away, barely able to handle this blindside. Was Milner lying? And if he was, who put him up to the lie?

  But what was driving Alex nuts was the timing. He had to admit himself the timing was perfect. Here he was a newlywed. He had a brand new wife and, as soon as the adoption papers went through, he was going to have a brand new son. Had just recently opened his brand new hotel and casino. He was distracted like a motherfuck!

  And his enemies knew it.

  And Paddy Jupe, after what Alex did to that man, was perhaps his biggest enemy of all.

  He immediately got on the phone with Tino Castellano, the head of security for all of the Drakos Corporation. “I need you to get a read on Paddy Jupalani for me.”

  “Paddy Jupe?” Tino asked. “What’s going on with him?”

  “I’m not sure yet. Have you heard anything about him?”

  “Not for years, no,” said Tino. “Not since his blowup with you. I heard he left the country.”

  “Find out for sure,” Alex said. “I need to talk to him.”

  “You want him to know you need to?”

  Alex thought about that. “No,” he said. “Just find out where he is and let me know.”

  “Will do, Boss,” Tino said. “Oh, and we’re still looking for Hector Estrada and there’s still no sighting of Maggio Margolis. Everybody’s a fucking ghost these days.”

  “Keep me posted,” Alex said, and ended the call.

  Then he hit the palm of his hand on the steering wheel. He hated blindsides, and hearing Paddy Jupe’s name after all these years definitely was one.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  “Who shall we call?” the school principal asked Jordan. “Your mother or your stepfather?”

  Jordan was in the principal’s office, nursing a bruised hand, but it was nothing compared to what the boy he beat was nursing.

  “You heard me, Jordan?”

  Jordan was in agony. “No, sir,” he said. “Could you repeat it?”

  The principal, a small, short man with a mustache, exhaled. He hated disrupters, and Jordan Grant, at least on that day, was one. “I said did you want me to phone your mother or your stepfather?”

  Jordan had to think about that question. With his mother, he’d get a stern talking to, and she’d be very disappointed in him, which he would hate to see. But with Alex, he’d not only get that stern talking to, but he’d get punished. Maybe even a swift kick in the behind. When Alex got really angry, he was tough to tame. His mother was, too, but nothing like Alex.

  “My mom,” he said to the principal.

  “Why am I not surprised?” the principal said. “Go sit in the waiting room,” he added and, when Jordan walked out, proceeded to phone, not Jordan’s mother as he had requested, but Jordan’s stepfather.

  Alex was in the backseat of his fully tinted limousine, with the back partition up that separated him, and provided privacy from his driver. He needed the separation because Kari was straddling him on his lap, facing him, and his dick was deep inside of her already wet pussy.

  “Thanks for riding to the airport with me,” Alex said as she laid her head on his shoulder and he slow-fucked her. “I’m going to miss this.”

  “This,” Kari asked, a smile on her face, “but not me?”

  Alex laughed. He was enjoying this. “I’ll probably miss you too,” he said purposely playful and she just as playfully punched his chest.

  Then she laid her head back down. “I’ll miss you too,” she said.

  “Not just this,” he said, and moved even deeper inside of her wetness.

  She groaned, and her eyes were hooded. “It’s a close call,” she said. “Very close,” she added as his strokes increased. “But no. Not just this.”

  “That’s my baby,” Alex said, pulling Kari closer against him as his driver drove slowly through the streets of Apple Valley on their way to the airfield outside of town.

  But his breathing increased in direct proportion to his strokes increasing, and he found himself unable to speak a
t all. It was too good for talking. They were too close to cumming.

  Kari was on the verge, too, and her breathing was just as heavy. Alex felt so big inside of her, and she felt so full that she could barely contain all of him. She could barely hold on.

  But it was Alex who uncharacteristically broke first. He poured into her and grunted as he poured. He was calling her name, Karena, but in a muffled diction, as he poured.

  And soon Kari was cumming too. It was as if every part of her was trembling as she came. It made her feel that electric. And they were cumming together.

  She kept her head on his shoulder and he wrapped her even tighter in his big arms as they came. And the feelings they felt, as if nobody on earth could do them better, overwhelmed them both. Kari decided to ride with Alex to the airport on a whim. Mainly because she wasn’t ready for him to leave. And for Alex to get this kind of parting gift, a gift that would stay with him for his entire business trip to New York, made him love her even more.

  Before Kari came along, he didn’t give a fuck about fidelity and being a one-woman-man. He didn’t know what that looked like given his background and the kind of parents he had. But with Kari, despite the fact that he had plenty of temptations, especially in New York, he was willing to work to keep their relationship solid. Something he’d never even attempted to do with any other woman ever in his life. Now, whenever he thought about putting his big dick into somebody, he wanted to put it into Kari. Nobody else. Nobody else would do.

  His cell phone began ringing as their cum was easing. Alex was still pumping into her and feeling the charge so much so that it was Kari who had to pick up his cell phone that sat on the seat beside them. She look at the Caller ID, and then frowned. “It’s Jordan’s school,” she said anxiously.

  Alex stopped his stroking and took the phone from her. He placed the call on Speaker as he answered. “Hello?”

  “Mr. Drakos?”

  “Yes?”

  “This is Mr. McGreevy, sir, the principal at your stepson’s school.”

  “Yes?”

  “I phoned because young Jordan was in a fight today.”

  “A fight?” Kari asked, stunned. Jordan fighting?

  “Yes, ma’am. Is that Mrs. Grant, eh, excuse me, Mrs. Drakos?”

  “Yes,” Kari said. “What kind of fight?”

  “A very serious altercation I’m afraid, ma’am, and he has subsequently been suspended.”

  “Suspended? Jordan?” Kari could hardly believe it. “Is he alright?”

  “He’s fine, yes, ma’am. The other youngster, however, has been taken to the hospital. With a broken nose.”

  Kari looked at Alex. She didn’t know what to say.

  “You’ll have to come and pick him up,” the principal said.

  Alex let out a harsh exhale. Had that boy taken leave of his senses? “We’re on our way,” he said, the principal thanked him, and Alex ended the call.

  Alex immediately pressed the intercom button.

  “What are you doing?” Kari, still stunned, asked him. “You have a plane to catch.”

  “I’ll catch it after we make sure Jordan’s okay. Change in plans,” he said to his driver. “Take me and Mrs. Drakos to Jordan’s school. And step on it.”

  “Yes, sir,” the driver said, and their slow drive suddenly became fast.

  Alex could see the alarm and fear in Kari’s eyes. He pulled her back into his arms and held her.

  And then eased his still big, still wet dick slowly, carefully, out of her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Jordan could hardly believe his eyes when, not only did his mother show up, as he requested, but his father did too! A student, in the waiting room on a different disciplinary action, smiled. “Wow, Jordie,” he said, “Alex Drakos came to get you. Wow.”

  But it was no wow to Jordan. What was Principal McGreevy trying to do to him? Did he call both of them? What was the point in asking him which to call? Jordan wanted to run down the hall and never look back.

  But it was too late. They already spotted him.

  He stood on his feet as soon as they began walking toward him. His only option, as he saw it, was to play up his bruised fist. “I’m in a lot of pain, Ma,” he said as soon as they walked over to him. “I think my hand might be broken.”

  Alex took Jordan’s hand and held it in his own hand. He opened Jordan’s fingers and flexed the hand.

  “Ouch!” Jordan said, exaggerating.

  “That hurt?” Alex asked.

  “Yes, sir,” said Jordan.

  “It’s supposed to,” Alex shot back. “It’s fine. Where’s Principal McGreevy?”

  Jordan, disappointed that Alex was there, too, pointed to the office door. With his mother, he still could pull on her sympathy strings. He didn’t think Alex had any.

  “Let’s go,” Kari said to Jordan, her face upset too, as she and Jordan followed Alex up to the principal’s office door. One knock, and Alex opened it. He let Kari and then Jordan walk in ahead of him. Jordan could feel his anger as he slid past him.

  McGreevy rose to his feet as soon as they walked in. “Please have a seat Mrs. Drakos, Mr. Drakos,” he said. They sat down, and the principal did too, leaving Jordan standing alone.

  “Sit down, boy,” Kari said to her son. They didn’t have time for his foolishness, and he knew it. But there were no more chairs. “Where?” he asked her.

  But when both Kari and Alex gave him a look that made it clear they were about ready to slap the shit out of him, he sat down. On the floor.

  “I hate that you would have to come here for something like this,” McGreevy said, “but Jordan left me no options. From our investigation, he not only threw the first punch, but he instigated the contact. He bullied the young man, in other words.”

  Both parents looked at Jordan. “Is that true?” Kari asked him. Jordan was no liar, and both parents knew it.

  Jordan pushed his glasses up on his face. “Yes, ma’am,” he said.

  Kari frowned. “Why?” she asked him. “You’re no bully!”

  “I wasn’t trying to bully him.”

  “Then what were you trying to do?”

  “I was . . . These really cool kids, the captain of the football team and guys like that, want me in their clique. But . . .”

  Alex was staring at him hard. “But what?” he asked him.

  “But first I had to get initiated, they said. I had to beat somebody down.”

  Kari frowned. “Why?” she asked.

  Jordan hunched his small shoulders. “I don’t know,” he said.

  Kari shook her head. Alex was still staring at Jordan. “Why would you all of a sudden want to be in some cool kids’ clique?” he asked him. This made no sense to him. Jordan was too smart and too much of a leader to need that kind of validation.

  “It’s not that I want to be in their clique,” Jordan said.

  “Then why did you do it?”

  “Because I wanted to fit in.”

  “With jocks?” Kari asked.

  “No, Ma! With . . . With this girl,” Jordan said. “She’s a cool kid too. And she only run with guys that are cool like her.”

  Kari shook her head. “A girl. You broke a child’s nose over a girl? Boy, get your ass up from there!” Kari was so angry she could hardly contain it. She and Alex stood up too. “How long is his suspension?” Alex asked the principal.

  “Three days,” McGreevy said. “He would have gotten more time had he been in trouble before. But Jordan, as you know, is one of our premier students. We’re sorry to have to put this blot on his pristine record.”

  Alex felt a sting in his gut. While Kari was a struggling single mother raising him alone, his record was unblemished. As soon as Alex entered the picture and introduced him to a totally different world, he was acting out and pushing the envelope. Alex felt as if it was partially his fault too. He hadn’t prepared Jordan adequately, if at all, for his new life.

  Alex and McGreevy shook hands. “Let us kn
ow about the young man’s prognosis,” he said.

  “Oh, I will, sir,” said the principal. “He’ll be okay, for sure, but it was a pretty nasty punch he took.”

  Alex understood and then he, Kari, and Jordan left the office.

  The drive home was so silent, Jordan didn’t know what to make of it. Neither parent said a word to him. They didn’t say a word to each other either. It was cool being picked up in a limousine, Jordan thought, but it wasn’t cool seeing his parents so upset with him that they couldn’t even speak.

  And when they made it home, Jordan expected Alex to kiss Kari goodbye and then take off for the airport. He knew he was supposed to be heading to New York. But Alex did no such thing. In fact, when they got home, both parents walked him to his bedroom. He expected his mother to give him a good talking to. But Alex took over.

  “Karena?”

  “Yes?”

  “Leave us alone, please.”

  Jordan’s heart fell. “No, Ma, you don’t have to,” he pleaded.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Alex yelled at Jordan, causing Jordan to recoil and push up his glasses again.

  Kari hated to leave her son, especially when Alex was that upset. She really didn’t know how badly he would lash out at Jordan. But only a man could show him what it was going to take to be a man. She trusted Alex, above any human being alive, with her son.

  She left the room, and closed the door behind her.

  Alex remained against the wall, staring at Jordan. Jordan remained seated on the edge of his bed, his feet flapping as if they were too restless to stay still. He was so small for his age that he looked about ten to Alex. How in the world, he wondered, did he break somebody’s nose?

  Finally, Alex spoke. “Who do you think you are?” he asked Jordan.

  Jordan was confused. “What do you mean, sir?”

  Alex didn’t repeat himself.

  “I’m Jordan Grant. Soon to be Jordan Drakos.”

  “My son,” Alex said.

  Jordan nodded. “That’s right,” he said. What, Jordan wondered, was he changing his mind about the adoption?