CHAPTER 9 – RICHARD
"Master," The servant standing outside my study door bowed, as she opened the door.
I go through the door, slamming it shut and locking it from the inside. The last thing I need right now is any form of intrusion.
The young mage who was seated on the small couch stands at the sight of me. She's dressed in the ancient outfit of the cave Mages. Her black coak has a hood that covers her hair. She takes it off and bows.
"You sent for me," She says softly, with a courtesy smile.
"Yes, I did. Have a seat," I gesture at the couch and she sits. I sit on a different couch, and there's a small table between us.
The Mages gave me my powers and in return, I let them roam half of the packs I conquered. I owe them everything I have, and they owe me so much too. That's the only reason they can honor my invitation on such short notice.
Flair is one of the youngest and pretty good in dark spells. And she's visited here more than the others, so it's kinda relaxing with her.
We're quiet for a minute as I try to figure out how to tell her about the crazy idea in my head.
"Is there something you need?" Her soft voice comes up, doing a little echo in the room.
I glance at her and nod my head. Still, I didn't say a word.
My thoughts elude me when she takes off her cloak and tries loosening the front lace of her gown. Her eyes scream sex and I sit up in defense.
"No, that's not why I asked for you," I tell her brashly. "I need your powers, not your body,"
"Oh," she mutters in disappointment and puts on her cloak again.
I don't give a shit about how disappointed she seemed. She's not Lucy so I don't owe her any form of commitment. So what if we fucked a few times? That doesn't mean shit.
Besides, I never aroused the fuck session with her. She was the one who asked for it, more like 'begged' for it.
At first, I didn't give in. I found it a bit disgusting fucking someone who's yet to have a taste of sophistication. It also bothered me that all females I come across always seem to wanna have a taste of my dick. And she was no exception.
When I wouldn't give in to her seduction, she dared to say I was gay and didn't like pussies. I knew she was trying to manipulate me into fucking her. But I played her game. No one calls me gay and gets away with it, either as a joke or not.
I got nothing against gays but I'm not one, and I try to prove that fact always. I'm too much of a pussy lover to be gay.
So yeah, I pinned her to my desk and fucked her to unconsciousness. She loved it and came for it a few more times. Just like she tried to stir it up a few seconds back, but I'm not in the mood for that. Maybe some other, I might graciously indulge her sexual whim.
"What can I do for you?" She asks again.
I adjust on my couch, dropping my words to a whisper as I mutter my insane thoughts.
"There's a girl downstairs, and she's my mate,"
"You – have a mate?" She seems surprised, and there goes the disappointed look again.
Bitch, c'mon. I got nothing with you!
"Yes, I do have a mate. It's a long story but I don't plan on going into details right now,"
"Oh, okay. So what is it you want?"
"Listen, Flair," I lick my dried lips. "I know it might sound absurd but I know your powers have no limit,"
"Yes, you're right,"
"Good. Now we both know Mages can see parallel universes. And don't you dare say I'm wrong,"
"No, you're not,"
My heart skips a beat and I'm overwhelmed with excitement. So they do see parallel universes? I had no idea until now.
"Great! I need you to find out if there's a parallel universe I'm in with the girl I'm gonna show you,"
"You mean the girl downstairs?"
"Yeah,"
"Uh, sure. But I'm gonna have to see her face to be able to do that,"
'"I'll take you to her," I offer and stand on my feet. She stands too and we both leave the study.
We get accosted by Lucy outside the door and she has a glare on her face.
"Go ahead. It's the third room downstairs," I tell Flair and she bows and continues walking.
"No, we didn't fuck. No, we're not about to. I just need to show her something downstairs. Now, if you would excuse me?" I say in a rush and walk away from Lucy's impending jealous interrogations.
The mage is already assessing Jane when I walk in. She looks at me and her eyes are a blazing red. That's how they get when she's making a spell.
"Stay outside," she orders.
I turn around and leave the room, waiting right at the door.
Lucy's overbearing fragrance fills my nostrils and then she walks up to me.
"What is Flair doing in there?" She asks, trying to turn the doorknob.
"Don't go in," I tell her, taking her hand off the door knob.
"Why? What's she doing?" She asks suspiciously. "What's going on in your head, Richard? Why don't you wanna tell me about it?"
Because you're one hell of a witch. And if I tell you I'm trying to live happily with Jane in another universe. You'll do everything to ruin it for me. I'll be damned if I give you that chance!
"You don't need to know," I reply instead, refusing to voice out my venomous words. My arms are folded in front of my chest and I'm leaning against the wall.
It's a long, half-hour wait before Flair walks out. Flair's the Mage, remember?
"Richard," she calls and I quickly turn to her. "There's just one more universe,"
"Okay?" I try to calm my racing heart. "What's it about? What am I in it? What is she in it? Have we met?"
"It's a far more modern world than this. You're an Alpha CEO, and she's a secretary but on the verge of losing her job. In a few days, she's gonna be unemployed. And no, you two haven't met, yet,"
I punch the air in boyish excitement. Damn, I love the sound of that! Just what I needed. A new world. A clean sheet to rewrite my love story with Jane. A chance to get it right with her. And I swear to the heavens, I'm never rejecting her again.
"Richard, what's she talking about?" Lucy asks, and I'm painfully reminded that she's still here.
I ignore her and hold Flair's hands, giving them a warm squeeze. Don't blame me. I'm fucking excited and I can't seem to hold it in.
"When can we start? Give me a time and place,"