The Ghost of Greece ~ A Drakos Dynasty Novel~

7 - To Fill A Need

It had been over twenty four hours and even amiss his f**k up at the recent hit, even though he blamed her for the distraction, Kristos couldn’t get Scarlett off his mind. It was noon time on day two of her supposed days off and Kris was restless. Jacqueline had graciously answered his questions as to her whereabouts even when she didn’t have to. He had gone down in search of Scarlett earlier in the morning.

“She is off today as well Mr. Drakos. Can I send you something up to your room? We want you to be happy and comfortable. Can I do anything for you since she isn’t available?”

How the f**k was he supposed to answer that? She was what he needed not favors or niceties.

“No thanks Jacqueline. This is unfortunately only a matter I can discuss with Scarlett directly. Please don’t find that offensive as I more than appreciate your offers of assistance.” He smiled honestly.

“Anytime Mr. Drakos. I am here all day, until seven.” She turned and went back to her work.

Jacqueline wanted so badly to text Scar and tell her but thought this was best left alone. Scar was clear she wanted to move past it and maybe he would be checking out in the morning as originally planned.

“Can you have my lunch sent up to my room. I believe I will hibernate there for a while today.” He said looking at his watch, 11:52 p.m.

So here he sat with a half-eaten lunch and nothing to show for the extreme frustration he was being put through. It was like his soul was screaming and his c**k was dying without her near. This was madness. She was nothing to him but a consequential sexy female he simply needed to conquer to clear his mind. Flopping down face first on the bed he bellowed into the comforter. The familiar buzzing of his phone made him angry. He didn’t want to kill anything he wanted to pound her s*x until satisfied. Opening his new burner phone the text message was as follows.

‘You should be more careful Ghost. They found your burnt clothes. Better prep or we will find another’

He was furious. Not only because he slightly f****d up but because his ego knew there was no other as good as he.

‘Fine. Find another. I will take you out next.’

“We are unknown.’

‘Are you sure? I would be certain before threatening me.’

There was no response. He had won this round of who pisses the furthest in the yard. He had dealt with this before but this time it was his fault. This was going to be fixed. Proceeding into the shower he was heading to get out of the hotel and enjoy the town, some booze and hopefully many, many women. f**k that little vixen who beguiled his c**k. She was done.

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Seven o’clock. He sat in a bar watching women dance and have fun. Tourists likely. He had checked his watch nearly every five minutes for the last two hours. Nothing caught his fancy and even the bourbon tasted bland. What the hell is wrong with me? This is bullshit. The anger at his own inability to stop thinking of her and the rising need to release some of his s****l frustrations was causing much despair.

Walking over to a table of very attractive women, Kristos tried a theory. He pulled the first one up, a blonde, and lay his lips on her neckline kissing with hot breath and intention. She moaned nearly immediately. Nothing. Looking down he let the blonde sit and grabbed the ginger haired female next. Her lips were full, her breasts riding high and she was his perfect preferred height of five foot five. This will fix me. He thought internally as his lips devoured hers. He even put his hands on her ass and pulled her close. For a moment they made out, Kristos tried to get a rise out of his manhood. f*****g nothing! What the hell. In desperation he went through three more females. Again, the result was the same. Each of the women were sitting panting and watching him with hopes of more.

“Thank you all. This has been enlightening and much enjoyed. I hope I didn’t interrupt too much of your evening or fun. Have a couple of rounds on me please.” He nodded and threw three hundred dollars on the table.

They all watched him walk out the door. He could hear their giggling and banter begin as soon as they thought he was out of earshot. At least someone got pleasure from touching and kisses. He was left emotionally naked and sexually wanting for someone he didn’t even know.

Pulling out his phone he searched through the contacts. Jay was titled, The Man who Knows, in his contacts. Jay knew everything. He even know who Kristos really was but quite by accident actually. Kristos would have normally taken out someone with that information but Jay had held the secret even when being captured and tortured once, so Kristos labelled him trustworthy, with caution. But the worst part was he had never seen Jay in person and the only voice that he heard was a modified voice amplified sound.

‘J. You available?’

There was no response immediately. Kristos walked back towards the hotel. The sun was nearly fully set and he was not planning on going to bed alone this evening. One way or another he was going to flush out this demon from his psyche.

‘For you? Of course’

‘Need address and info – One female. Normal. Cost?’

‘Full Disclosure or Minimum?”

There was another lag in response, from Kristos this time. Did he really want to know everything? Was she even going to be around this long? Kristos wasn’t the relationship kind nor did he keep a female longer than a few months. His job was of course of the utmost clandestineness but it was normally more because he got bored. Nothing and no one stirred reoccurring passion inside him.

‘Min. Address/Family Info’

‘$2,500’

Is she worth this? $2500 for some info so I can go take out my s****l fantasies on a warm body? But the way she smells, the way she moves. Her tongue….

‘Money Sent. Scarlett Brianne Miller – 12-13 – 21 years.’

He had too. This kind of madness had to stop. He needed his calm cool and collected demeanor back and his body to feel satiated.

‘info coming through now. Nice doing business with you.’

Within a few moments an address, phone number and other minor information came through about her family. Some of it was unexpected and highly interesting. The only real information he desired was her whereabouts. Changing into jeans, a fitted black dri-fit shirt and sliding on his Perry’s in steel grey, Kristos grabbed the key to his room, his wallet and a hand full of condoms. Shoving them into his pocket he left the room hastily. She was only a seven or eight minute walk.