The sound of the alarm clock on my cell phone suddenly intrudes on my ears. I jump up full of nervousness and hang up. I make a move to stand up and feel scattered pains and grips all over my body.

Jesus Christ, how did I sleep like that? What did I do? The sleep of death?!

Memories of last night make their appearance in my memory, and for some reason, I smile like a fool. But I don't remember setting an alarm clock on my cell phone.

It doesn't take much thinking; it's Dorian's job, right?

I can't move anyway, I feel exhausted. I send a message to a colleague from the court that I cannot go with the excuse of indisposition. If anything comes up, I'll work on the computer.

I get up slowly and go to the toilet. I pour some water on my face and slowly turn my attention to the tub, bringing to mind what happened there last night.

I'm heading for the living room. I scan all the points, and simultaneously with the movement in my eyes, I remember Dorian and me.

He came back to me...

A breath of relief comes out of me as I stare at the kitchen chair, the sofa, and the walls.

Everything shouts Dorian.

I feel his mark on my neck. I'm smiling.

I can't forget you, Dorian, I'm thinking in silence.

I drink some water and snuggle back under the covers on the bed. I wish to sleep with the thought of him, and not have to wake up to have another disappointment waiting for me. I'm fast asleep again.

My last thought.

Dorian.

I'm already in my office at the casino, and as a classical asshole, I'm sitting here thinking about what happened yesterday with Reva.

I did the shit and got up early. Such an asshole.

I hope she doesn't take seriously what happened between us last night and starts asking for more from me.

She'll understand it was just a fuck of the moment, right?

Maybe if I disappear for a little while, I'll turn her off so she won't fucking think that I've suddenly become the good guy who loved her and can't live without her and more of those bollocks.

On the other hand, if I disappear, the son of a bitch Stephan will approach her. No. She's gonna fucking think of me no matter what he does.

I think about it for a while, and I write her a message on my cell phone.

*Be ready at 04:00 p.m.*

She knows me already how I move and that I don't give a lot of fucking explanations, so she'll just be ready like I told her.

I hear a knock at the door. "Who?" I say without mood.

The door opens and I see Elva dragging her feet and approaching my office.

"Go ahead. I don't have much time," I tell her without looking at her.

"Sure! Where to find the time since you are busy elsewhere?!" she says ironically and I feel like I want to smash her face.

"You say a lot and nuisance. Say what you have to say, and get the fuck out," I growl at the tone of my voice.

She softens the features of her face and looks at me with a lustful look. I fucking understand. She wants me to fuck her. Ok, I'm gonna let her suck my dick doing her the favor so she remembers me with her mouth full for a few hours afterward.

I slowly turn my chair, sitting as I am, and playfully pat my feet with my palms, as if to say to her, 'Come here.'

In seconds she kneels in front of me and unties my belt and then pulls down the zipper of my pants. She licks her lips and has a look that says she'll give me the best blowjob! I chuckle at her foolishness.

She puts it in her mouth and does her tricks, the ones she thinks will turn me on. I look at her with apathy, as if I'm doing her a favor to get me a fucking blowjob, and the expression on her face changes.

She gets angry at my reaction and puts it all in her mouth. She sucks it hard, but I'm so fucking satisfied since last night that I don't feel particularly a boner. Nevertheless, I like it, it makes me feel good.

I grab her by the hair and shake her head faster. She tries to catch up with my movements, and I laugh at her choking moans. She roars to show me that she enjoys it.

Bollocks. If I move her fucking head any faster, the bitch will drown and dies in my hands.

The boner comes and I empty it into her mouth. She swallows it all and licks her lips as if she ate something delicious.

What I gave her was delicious anyway...

She rests on my knees and stands up. I button my trousers and turn my chair toward the desk as before. I'm starting to deal with some papers Ridge left me.

Out of the corner of my eye, as far as my sight allows, I see Elva standing upright, crossing her arms.

"Do you want anything else?" I ask without looking straight at her.

Is she gonna blow my balls now or something?

"Yes," she says in a firm voice.

"Fucking say it and get out."

"What about us, Dorian?" she asks in a sharp tone.

I automatically stop what I'm doing and I only turn my gaze upon her. Seriously now? She didn't ask that, did she?

I narrow my eyes and stand still looking at her in silence. She knows my silence gives her the freedom to continue to say what she has to fucking say.

"Look, I don't want to push you into anything, or ask for anything more," she says, softening her facial features.

She did very well because she especially knows how I am when I look at someone the way I look at her now. Probably she scared the shit out already.

Dorian doesn't like a snob style from anyone.

Yeah, you fucking voice in my head, yeah. I don't like it. But I don't like you either, so shut the fuck up!

The apparition of thoughts became swiftly in my mind as I gaze at the slut before me.

"But," Elva speaks again, "you know that after Bridget-"

"Shut up!" I cut her off straightforwardness just by hearing her name.

"Dorian, please, I didn't mean to upset you," she whines now.

"Even if you wanted to, you can't," I sound tougher than before.

"I mean, aren't we good for so long? Don't we have a good time?" she rubs her palms awkwardly. She licks her lower lip and approaches me near the desk.

"Yes. Good. And now what do you want?" I say, and my expression now has a look of disgust.

"Dorian, I think..." she hesitates, takes a breath, and continues, "I love you," she says finally.

What the fuck? I heard the joke of the day. I'm rubbing my fingers against my temples in case I bring down a fucking idea, throw it in her face and get her to leave before I kick her out once and for all.

"You love me," I say ironically, saving time.

"Yes, Dorian, I love you. I want us to be together. Why are you so surprised? I thought that you too-"

"That I love you?" I interrupt her before I hear the fucking word from her mouth.

She'd rather have my penis in her mouth than throw bollocks.

"I think so, yes," she says, and it sounds more like a question.

Here we are! I'm getting serious.

"Elva, before I start laughing at your bullshit, get your pretty ass and get the hell out of here," I look at her in the familiar tone that leaves her no room to say more.

"Do you understand what I'm saying to you, Dorian?" she raises the tone in her voice and she touches my limits to send her away for good. "It won't be what you want all the time-"

"I said get the fuck out!" I grit my teeth because she's completely stupid, there's no way she'll fucking understand.

"Where are you kicking me out of?" she asks.

"For now from my office," I warn her and I swear, it must be the first time.

I don't usually warn. I threaten directly.

She supports in imposing style her weight on one leg. The bitch is showing me power, but she doesn't seem to know who she's messing with. Too bad for her, I feel sorry for her already.

"You know what, this isn't over," the slut dares to blurt.

"The what?" I growl, looking at her still more wildly.

"This between us," she says and turns to leave before I start cursing at her and shits her pants.

That's all I need, being trolled by a fucking bitch. I'll kick her out. I'll send her away. I'll give her a nice asshole for a boyfriend, and send her as far away as possible.

I'm looking at the time. It's approaching 4:00 p.m. and I'm leaving the casino bound for Reva's house.