Dricki Love & Lust Chronicles

The Arrangement

I hope you have some tea and a snack ready cause this is gonna be a long one, remember to comment and tell me what you think. I've been sitting on this one for a while but just been writing and not really editing so please excuse my errors or any inconsistencies.  I've had this idea for a while and wanted to post it for almost a year. Maybe there will be a second part but it definitely wouldn't be as long as this one. 

Enjoy my loves. 

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How does one describe something that you could never imagine being real? No we are not going into total fantasy with dragons, and warlocks, and pasty white boys with lighting bolts on their foreheads but something that sounds like it would be out of a storybook. Something classic, almost biblical in its formula, pretty girl, rich boy, a castle and happily ever after. Something simple. It's always simple.

Or is it?

What do we do when it isn't that simple?

What can we say when there was no love to held at the joining of hands and the first kiss of a new beginning?

What do we do with a timid girl and a bitter boy?

We throw them in a room together and leave them there, hoping for the best. Or at least the confirmation of what we hope will end in money, power, and influence. Money has to get old somehow right?

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At the sound of his phone's alarm blaring, the young man groaned and awoke slowly with a before knocking over multiple beer and liquor bottles to grab hold of the cold glass and metal to shut off the reminder. He looked at the screen and read the time and date, scowling at the world he had awoken to. In an act of defiance and frustration the phone was thrown to the floor before limbs and weight began to move wiggle and shift. Drake sat up and saw one of the three women in his bed rise with a devious smile. He looked back at her indifferently.

"Good Morning," she purred and he just looked at her with an inquisitive stare.

"Morning," he replied shortly.

"Why so grumpy?" she pouted as she climbed onto him. "Not a morning person?" she asked as her warm lips touched to skin of his neck.

"Oh is someone having a bad morning?" another voice asked.

"Maybe we should do something to cheer him up," a third added and Drake furrowed his brows before realizing that there was a third woman in the bed with them. He looked at all three women as they began to paw at him. 'How are there three, I came in here with two...' he wondered and studied the three women trying to remember where the third could have come from when it dawned on him, 'oh, twins' he chuckled to himself.

"Sorry to cut this short ladies, last night was fun but I have to be somewhere," he explained as he detangled himself from the mess of sheets and limbs. The room they inhabited was completely trashed. Drake knew that they had come in and out in a progression of women and drugs but they had only had a short stay in his room.

"Why do you want to leave us so soon?"

"I have places to be and got shit to do," he said and pulled on his boxers before getting on his pants. He grabbed his shoes and slipped them on as the girls attempted to seduce him back into their trap of flesh and tongues. Drake, however, was left unfazed and simply continued to dress himself, finding his wallet, keys, and phone in the process.

"Well, will we see you again?" one of them asked and he actually let out an audible chuckle.

"Why would I come back?" he asked before walking out and pulling the door shut behind him. Now for these young women, it was surprising to come across a man that didn't want to cling to them like lint on a static filled sweater but for Drake this was routine. What was he do but enjoy his life as it was, how else should you behave when you're young, handsome, and rich?