Lily’s ass wiggled in front of me, her pussy offered up to me like a piece of pie. I slammed into her, giving her my all.

Look, I’ll admit it. I feel like shit for the other night.

But fuck, she was nagging me like an incessant goat and I can’t stand that shit. I have no patience. Maybe patience is a virtue for some people, but I think it makes you weak.

When you want something, you should demand that you have it right away.

Trust me, with that attitude, and the willingness to get physical every now and then to make your point, you could get a lot more out of life. Sure, it helps that I’m mean as a junkyard dog and my bite is much worse than my bark, but I wouldn’t get anywhere with just violence.

You had to have the attitude, too.

It was a package deal.

Anyway, I decided this morning that I should make sure Lily was properly fucked so she wouldn’t make a big fuss out of the other night. Sure enough, as soon as I poured on the charm, she’d forgotten she was mad at me and lifted her ass up to me like it was cake on a gold platter.

She wiggled on my cock and I pounded into her, holding on to her hips as she made that stupid cooing sound she did sometimes.

I admitted I felt bad, so I’ll admit something else.

Maybe you’ve figured it out already, but I am so over this bitch. Like I said before, I’m only staying in this to keep my fortune intact, and I’m only fucking her now so she’ll stay away from the press, but I am so not into it anymore.

I used to find her attractive.

Now, she’s just annoying. Her pussy is like a bank I have to keep depositing money into so I don’t get dinged with fees.

It’s a duty.

And I’m doing it.

Here’s the thing, though…I figured out long ago that I could fake an orgasm, just like chicks do, and as long as I pretended to come inside of her, then she’d never know. It was easier that way because no way in hell was I going to be able to bust a nut with all that cooing and wiggling going on.

Besides, all I could think about was Scarlet.

No, not the rose, I crumbled that stupid thing, remember?

I mean my wayward girl.

My missing baby mama.

I’d called a private investigator my lawyer recommended and pulled out all the stops to find her and my baby. Stupid bitch can’t just disappear off the face of the Earth and I’m going to find her and make sure she pays for what she’s done. She deprived me of witnessing the birth of my baby boy and just took off. For a fucking year! I still wasn’t done with Ruby, but I was biding my time a little bit longer while I figured out how to handle that bitch. She should have called me the minute she knew anything. This was mostly her fault.

I blamed Scarlet, too. She knew my fucking phone number, it’s not like she was innocent in all of this. She could have told me she was pregnant.

I had a right to know. She fucked me over. They’d both fucked me over.

I’d make them all pay.

As soon as I found her, which better not be long. The investigator, a dude named Philip Rosen, charged a grand an hour. I was told he was the best, and at that rate, he’d better fuckin’ be.

I didn’t really care how much it costs.

I just want my kid.

“Oh, yeah, baby, look at you,” I murmured, speeding up my thrusts. I was glad I’d positioned Lily away from me so that she couldn’t see the bored look on my face. “Oh, oh, oh! I’m coming, babe.”

I grunted and groaned and slammed inside of her again before pulling out and walking to the bathroom and turning on the shower.

“You’re done?” She called after me. I looked over my shoulder and she was still leaning face forward on the bed, her ass still up in the air. “I'm not done.”

“Finish yourself off, babe, I’m tired,” I said, closing the bathroom door. I fished my cell phone out of the pocket of the jeans I’d left hanging on the back of the door and called Philip.

“Hey Rosen, it’s Luke, man. Any news?” I asked.

“Not yet, sir. I’ve put out some feelers, though. I should know something in a few days.”

“A few days? That’s too long.”

“As soon as I get a lead, I’ll let you know. You didn’t give me a lot to work with, you know, and the hospital is very strict with those damned HIPAA laws. I can’t get any info from them.”

“You’ll figure it out. But fucking hurry, mate!”

“I’m working as fast as I can, I assure you, sir.”

I hung up the phone and jumped in the shower, the steaming hot water scalding my skin. It felt fucking amazing.

I closed my eyes, wondering what it was going to be like to meet my son.

Hell, I didn’t even know his name.

Does he look like me?

Does he have my eyes?

There was one thing I knew for sure. Before long, I’d have him trained and in the ring right alongside me.

In twenty years, he was going to be the next Lucifer.

Hell, he was going to be ten times better than me, because he had me to train him.

My prodigy.

My little fighter.

My son.

My legend.