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“No, thank you. This isn’t a social call, and I don’t have much time.”
“It’s never a social call, but I’ll drop the pretences. What can I do for you?”
“I’ve lost two of my good friends. One was kidnapped from the town earlier today, and the other is on a treasure hunt with a thief.”
“Why not go to the police?”
“Come on, Isaac. I thought you said we’re going to stop the pretences. I need these two mermaids found.”
“Okay. I’ll make some calls, but it’s going to cost you.”
I bite the inside of my mouth so the pain is still raw when I ask, “What do you want?”
“Semen.”
“Excuse me?” The pain in my hand isn’t enough to deal with this.
“I want you to ejaculate into a cup so I can have a look at it and maybe try some interspecies fertilisation.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You can’t do that.”
“I never joke.”
I rub my head before balling my hand into a fist. “Pick something else.”
“You want me to find two rogue mermaids, and one has probably been kidnapped, so you need me to do it right now. I think the price is fair.”
“You could have access to the mermaid bloodline. We’re not freaks to experiment on. You’re asking too much.”
“If I find your girlfriend, it’s probably going to cost money. How are you going to pay?”
“I never said she was my girlfriend. What do you know?” Anger races through my veins. Did he arrange for Pasha to be taken?
“Calm yourself down. I don’t know anything.”
“Then why do you think she’s my girl?”
“You’ve never brought someone to shore before, and I saw you on the boat. It has a camera.”
“You’re a dirty pervert.”
“That’s no way to talk to a friend. I’m only trying to help you. The boat is mine and I need to keep an eye on it.”
“What have I gotten myself into?” I mutter under my breath.
He passes me a beaker. “You go get what I want, and I’ll see what the word around town is.”
“I never agreed to this.” I push the cup away.
“You have no choice.” A wicked smile appears on his face.
I cautiously fill him in on what I know about the whereabouts of Pasha and Maris before disappearing into the small downstairs bathroom. I place the cup on the windowsill and take a piss.
Looking in the mirror, I rub my eyes. Can I really do this? If I don’t do this, how am I going to get Pasha back?
Fuck.
I let my trousers fall to the floor and reach inside my boxers. It’s Pasha’s face and body I see as I begin to get hard. I rub quicker, letting my feelings of lust wash over me. If things were different, I’d make Pasha mine permanently, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of us for me to admit how I feel because I’m a royal and she’s not. Society dictates who we marry and we’re not a match. I come hard, thinking about the last time we were together in my room. I pretended to be asleep when she sneaked out. Through the suffering and pain I cause, she still wants me, and it hurts because I feel the same way. I tried to convince myself we were just fooling around, but my heart tells me I’m wrong.
