No Heart And Flowers.

Alex could never be more aware about the dip in his disposition, and the reason for it. That he knew far better than the body wrapped in his arms despite the several explorative rounds he had taken on it, both presently and in time past.

There were things that'd never change no matter how time passed, especially with him. This was an ill-fate he was cursed to bear.

His hand raked through his hair and a subtle sigh eased off his lips as pulled away from her and rolled out of bed. He pulled up his brief and trudged past the open glass door to the open balcony standing against the night ocean view, cold air splashing against his skin and tipping down the familiar, yet resentful feeling in his heart and slightly sending a shiver down his spine.

"This view is always so breathtaking," Genny said from behind him as she joined him, and handed him a glass of whiskey.

Alex took a broader look of the nights view and he couldn't agree more. He turned and received the glass while his eyes lingered on her a little longer before turning away.

"You look better when you have so little on." He said and took a sip of his drink. The burn of the whiskey down his throat contrasted the coldness of his skin. It was exactly what he needed at the moment.

Genny chuckled. "Or you like me being naked?" Her coquettish voice accentuated the sultry smile that tipped her lips.

Alex spared another quick look at her and smiled. "I like it when you're underneath me, writhing and moaning." He watched her cheeks flush as she let go of the sheet wrapped around her body, revealing her curves that were barely clad hidden away by her lacy lingerie and bra.

"And now?" She coyly asked, her lashes raunchy fluttering at him.

He shrugged his brows, his lips curved with a satisfied smirk, "Not bad," he said before staring away into the night. Despite the lack of light to reel in the azure of the ocean standing at the backdrop of the skyscrappers surrounding his penthouse, the night still gave a satisfactory view.

"What are you thinking about? You've been so... absentminded all evening," Genny asked as she lowered herself to one of the twin seats on the balcony, and picked up the sheet she had dropped earlier to cover herself since the evening breeze was chilly. She was a practical lady, and since it didn't seem like Alex had any plans to keep her warm there was no reason to catch a cold.

"Nothing serious," Alex said without looking at her.

"Is it about Kyle? You were fine until he talked about leaving," she observed.

"Do you think he's going to come back?" Alex asked without responding to her question, and she shrugged.

"I don't see why not. It's not like he's going to a warzone. He's going there for business, and I'm sure he'll be back the moment he's done. Is that what bothers you? I'm still here for you, you know?" She asked.

Until when? Alex mused, but said nothing. Everybody leaves at some point. Even Kyle who he had never thought would leave his side was leaving. It didn't matter for how long, all that mattered was that Kyle was leaving.

Not wanting to think about it, Alex shook off the thought, and tried to focus on more pleasant subjects as he looked into the ocean which had reflections of light bouncing off it. It looked beautiful and relaxing.

If there was any other reason he lived here aside it's main purpose which had more to do with sexual indulgence, it was the scenery it provided.

When he didn't respond to her statement, Genny watched him intently and observed him as he looked at the ocean. "You're looking at it like a new business venture."

"I'm looking at the possibility. If only I can drape people with water, I'll be the richest man alive."

"I'll model it down the runway, just to garner a few attention, yours inclusive." Genny said, looking at him through the rim of the glass as she sipped from it.

"Money gets my attention." Alex blankly replied.

"Then maybe I could do a private one for you. The pool side in your house would do perfectly," Her voice breezed out in a seductive tone. She drew closer and her fingers moved in soothing, circular motion around his chest. "And maybe we daringly go at it again under the public eyes of the moon and stars. And we could just test the integrity of that bed of yours. I think you might want a refund after we're done, hmm. What do you say, Alex?" She pressed a kiss on his bare chest, her lips softly pulling on the dark, curly hair that patterned down his chest.

An awkward air of silence stretched across them and Genny couldn't help but raise her gaze to him.

She was surprised when she met his penetrating, businesslike and calculating eyes. "I..."

"You know the rules, Genny. Or do I have to remind you?" He asked with that cold voice which he only used when handling business.

Genny warily sighed. "I know. I just thought..."

"You could get something more," He interjected, completing her sentence with what he could guess she was thinking but knew better than to say to his hearing.

A flustering red moved across her cheek. "I didn't say that!" She sharply replied, but seeing the unwavering look on his face, she knew he wasn't sold to her line of defence.

He held her gaze a while longer, and sighed loudly as if weary. The coldness in his eyes breaking away and being replaced with something more solemn and somewhat sad, if that was what she saw.

"I can't give you more, Genny. The sex is great and I like your company, but there can't be more."

"I'm not asking for more." She told him in a more convincing tone.

"Good." He nodded, his eyes turning slightly sombre. "Because anything other than that will put an end to this arrangement. I'm not a man for heart and flowers." He tersely said, the rigid look on his face driving in his words and Genny nodded obediently. This was the term by wish this relationship, if she was allowed to even call it that, was hinged.

"I understand." She dryly replied, and again he nodded before gulping the remaining contents of his drink.

He turned towards the room, slightly pausing on his way. "You should freshen up, I'll drop you off on my way home." He said before striding way.

There were things that couldn't be changed in life and couldn't be influenced; family and death, just to name a few, but he'd like to add himself to the list. In this life there was no change for him, but maybe the next.