Page 5 of The Blood Rose

"You are my beloved. I recognized you when you approached the bar, and from that moment on, my entire focus was on marking and claiming you as my own." Drakon made himself very clear. “I am the lead enforcer of the Rose Coven. I work the bar on the weekends sometimes when my schedule allows. I like the atmosphere there and a seer in my coven told me many years ago that I would meet my beloved at the Blood Rose. I have been expecting you for some time now.”

Dean rose up onto one elbow so as to look down into Drakon’s face. Those blue eyes held so many things and among them was desire and joy two things he always wanted to see when looking at his beloved.

“You were waiting for me.” He stated.

“I was waiting for you.” Drakon confirmed. He pulled him down on top of him and began to ravage those plump, pink lips and then rolled beneath him all tangled in arms and legs. Dean smiled and looked at Drakon like he was a god, and it made everything right in the world.

“Tell me about yourself, Dean.” Drakon wanted to know everything about his new love. He settled in beside him and waited. “You looked bothered when you arrived last night. What was on your mind that caused you so much dismay?”

“My friend Ashley thought that going out on the town to a bar I would not normally go to would help cheer me up and give me a different perspective, at least for the night," Dean spoke, his tone saddened.

“Why did you need cheering up?” Drakon cupped Dean’s cheek and pulled him over for a sweet kiss. Dean was his responsibility now and if there was something bothering him then Drakon was going to make it go away and go away fast. But he didn’t tell Dean that. Dean was a kind and gentle man so nothing ugly or violent would ever enter his world if Drakon had anything to say about it.

“I had some issues at work, and everything is going to come to a head on Monday." He paused again, and Drakon waited, letting him know that he needed more. “Well, I work for Smithers Investments as an analyst, and I've been there just over a year now.” Another pause. “Ryan Phillips is my boss, or supervisor, as he calls it, and he has never liked me. Not that I need anyone to like me, but he has actively made my life a living hell the entire time I’ve been working there.” Dean tightened his arm that lay across Drakon’s chest and pressed his face into his shoulder.

This was affecting him, and the more Dean presented with fear and anxiety, the more Drakon was preparing to handle his problem permanently. He had a name, and that was all he would need, but for now, he would listen and comfort his beloved before he dealt with Dean’s tormentors.

“Ryan called me into his office just before five and informed me that he and a few of his friends in the office had made some bad investments and had lost a considerable amount of the firm's money. He said that they had arranged it to reflect on me, and I was fired based on those lies.” Dean took a shaky breath before continuing. “He then told me that come Monday, I may be arrested for the losses, something to do with incompetence, acting outside of my authority, or some such nonsense."

“What did you say?”

“I said I’d report him and the rest of them, but he said they had all their ducks in a row, and I was locked tight as the mastermind of the transactions. He had the ability and clearance to access programs and reports to make it look like I was responsible. No one would believe me over him.” He expelled a long, slow breath. "Then he assaulted me as the other watched, threatening my life if I ever spoke out against him. I was on the floor, hurt, and he left laughing with the others."

The anger in Drakon's countenance was palpable, but he quickly tucked it away for later, not wanting to burden or scare his already over-taxed beloved.

“I’m sorry you had such a terrible day, my love.” He pulled him in for a hug and kissed him repeatedly.

“I needed a distraction, and Ashley suggested the Blood Rose. I am so glad I agreed to go, and I am so glad I met you, Drakon. You made me happy, and you made me forget.” Dean was breaking his heart and making his blood boil. He vowed to handle Mr. Ryan Phillips before the day was over and to make sure that fucking firm had no power over his beloved.

“I’m glad you came to me.”

“You still have that moron Dean Simon on deck to take the fall for this?”

“Everything including his fingerprints just to make sure he doesn’t wiggle free.” Ryan laughed he was so impressed with himself.

"How many are involved? The more people who know, the more likely there is to be a leak." He pointed out.

“My secretary Jaden but I have video of him fucking the janitor in my office, so he isn’t going to say anything. He takes it right up the ass, and that janitor was hung like a fucking horse. It was jaw-dropping, I’m telling you. I’ve sent it to a few friends, and I'm thinking of blurring their faces and seeing if I can make some money off of it. It's a shame to let such a piece of art go to waste.” He chuckled.

"Send me the video. I'd love to see that bitch with a fat cock in his ass.” The man continued with his crude assessments. “I’ve asked him out repeatedly, and he’s turned me down every time.”

“He likes his cocks big, monstrous even.” Ryan barked a laugh. “You’re not big enough for him, man."

“If I tell him I have a copy of that video, I bet he'd go out with me and would probably let me taste that ass as well.” Ryan sent him the video and listened while the man laughed and hooted at the actions on the screen.

“My god that man is talented.” He gasped. “I’ll be over Monday afternoon. Leave your office door open I have plans for Jaden.”

“Just don’t leave any of your spunk on my desk.” Ryan laughed again, enjoying their little game.

“No promises.” He joked. “I plan to fill that gorgeous ass to capacity and maybe that sensuous mouth of his as well. I’m sure I could get a blow job out of this.”

"You're gross, man.”

“Just an opportunist.” He boasted. “Let me know how it all goes down with Dean.”

“I will.”

“Get a video of it if possible.” He chuckled.

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