Sleep did not last long for Drake as he stayed up thinking about the picnic they shared. It was still dark when he awoke from his slumber covered with sweat. His cock twitched against his belly. Ivy bewitched him. She's intelligent, feisty and like no other girl he'd ever been with before. Normally a girl like her didn't appeal to Drake. He preferred his women to be timid little things. Ivy acted timid, but it wasn't the real her. Drake understood that now. Still, everything about her made him rock hard. Like a siren, calling out to him. Thoughts filled his mind with all kinds of wicked images. Some of those being the reason why he was awake. Even the flavour of her lips lingered on his mind. Spending time with her only made the call stronger. It took every ounce of strength not to walk into her room and rip her clothes off.
Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and his balls ached. Drake stood up. The bedsheets were ruined. He picked up the phone and dialed. Henrietta answered.
"Sorry to disturb you but I need new sheets for my bed." He told her. "Please do it at once while I have a shower."
He hung up and went into the bathroom. A cold shower was exactly what he needed right now. That should banish her from his mind. Drake slipped off his pants and tossed them into the hamper. His erection begged for release. But Drake wouldn't. He enjoyed the game. This was what attraction was all about...the chase. The thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of claiming a prize. So, his desires would have to be patient, for now.
The cold water washed away the temptation. Ivy was just a girl, he reminded himself. It'd only been two days since they met. Time to savior the game. Like chess, one must always be thinking two moves ahead. Unfortunately, these past two days had seen Drake forget that little rule. Tonight, he paid the price. Tomorrow she would be at work and he would have a chance to think. To plan the next two moves.
Drake stepped out of the shower and greeted Henrietta. "What's wrong, Syn?" She asked as she proceeded to pat him down with a towel. "Is it the kurwa?"
Drake yanked the towel from her hands. "Don't call her that." He chastised. "She is different Henri. Not a whore like the others."
Henrietta tsk. "All women not married are kurwa. Like your matka."
Drake wrapped the towel around his waist. "You're my matka, Henri." It was true. She was his mother. Had been ever since his mother left him. He gave her a peak on the cheek.
"Syn, remember what I taught you." She cupped his face. "Lust is the devils work. Tame your devil."
"Tak Matka." He said in polish. Henrietta was right. She returned to her chores leaving him to think about what she said. He stood, looking into the mirror. He would show Herni. Ivy was different. She was kind and chaste unlike the others. The others were quick to take him to bed but none of them ever wanted marriage. Just the sex and the money. They lusted after the life he could offer. Let the devil take control and ruin any chance of happiness. Not one of them understood his needs. Not one of them cared.
Drake grabbed a fresh set of pajama pants from his draws and slipped into them. The bedsheets changed and a glass of vodka on the bedside table. Drake took a sip. The liquid burned his throat with a warmth he liked. He liked vodka because it had the least amount of impurities when compared to other drinks. Also, vodka didn't leave him with a hangover in the morning. He finished the rest of the vodka and popped in headphones. A podcast played. That would help him to relax while keeping Ivy from his mind. He needed rest.