Thread: Finding Solace (duke & AndNich)

Alexander? Alexander King is that you? The name made his blood absolutely freeze in his veins. Not only his name being stated, but the fact that this prostitute actually recognized him. He had been so careful too. As far as he knew, none of the other townsfolk that he had gone to school with had recognized him or bothered to come up to him. It was better that way, so that he could forget this place and remember not to look back on any painful memories that might have been lurking below. This idea of avoiding it all seemed to go crashing into the ground from just six words from a prostitute of all people. She didn't seem like a girl he had used before, and he was sure as hell that escort services didn't just trade girls around with each other like pro football players. So the question on his mind was, who the fuck was she? I-I'm sorry. H-Have we met? The stutter was coming back, just like it had been for most of his childhood and teenage years. If the girl wasn't sure that he was Alexander King then she might have recognized him now that the stutter was back. Despite the fact that he was handsome, and fairly clean cut, he felt himself sink in her presence. A pit formed in his stomach and his sexual appetite started to drain away as he turned and quickly went for the kitchen counter of the penthouse to pour another drink. He fumbled with the glass and looked down to see his hand shaking as he tried to pour the whiskey into it and spilled some onto the counter. He took a deep breath and tried to search his mind for why he was suddenly reverting back to his previous state. What could have caused it? Normally if a prostitute asked if he was the big shot CEO of Kingpin Industries he would simply shrug and say that he looks like him, but at that he paid better as a joke. He ran his hand through his hair as he wracked his brain and then it finally dawned on him. Blonde hair, pretty blue eyes. It had to be her. There was one girl who had tormented him all through high school. Homework assignments being done while she fucked the captain of the football team on the weekends, setting up every piece of tech she had so that she could always keep touch with her clique, and even teasing him with promises of sex and then embarrassing him in front of the school by having him show up to the gym naked with the whole class assembled. Part of him scoffed that this was the girl who had held such sway over him for four long years of his life, and now she was here about to be paid for having sex with him. Another part of him still fear her, still felt the acid of her ridicule. The ridicule came with a name. Tessa Arcadia. Tessa? Tess Arcadia, right? He turned with the second glass of whiskey in his hand as he tried his best to put on a fake smile and pretend everything was alright. Class of '07 right? It has been an age and you haven't seemed to change one bit. Two-faced cunt . Words he wanted to add into the mix but knew it would get him only more attention and probably some trouble with the escort agency. So, you work as a call girl? Always thought you would marry Hank Nash and go off to live with him on some Army base after joined up. The name Hank Nash tasted like poison in his mouth and he washed it away with a quick sip of his whiskey and resumed that plastic smile.