13. Invitation 2.

Alexander.

As he stared out the balcony into the vast space of view, he took a sip of the liquor in his grip, feeling the burn as it traveled down his throat. With a low grunt, he turned his back on the view in annoyance.

Three days ago.

After Nasir left, he strolled through the humongous doors pushed open, stepping into the vast space, and breathing in the air swiftly.

Everything had been replaced and renovated from the last time he was here. He liked the glass chandelier from before but now, it was even better. It resembled refined Ice spikes dangling in the air directly above him. The dual long spiral stairs curled from the heightened length of a duplex sparkled invitingly to the light from the corners arranged depreciatingly in a step-like style.

His eyes peered through every corner of the vast space and it was empty... No people, just him in the humongous mansion – just the way he liked it. He surveyed the entire place with his orbs before they settled at the only oddly dimly lited corner in the space. It was where the elevator was located. In a blink, he began towards it, taking gracious steps as he got in unhurriedly with slightly lifted lips.

Everything here was arranged just the way he liked it and it pleased him to the point of facial upliftment. For the first time in the entire year, he laughed willingly.

It was not much, but at least there was a little willful facial movement.

The elevator door dinged open exposing another large space that he strolled into. Subconsciously, he sighed in relief, as though he had been uncomfortable and holding his breath for long and now finally he was in his personal space.

He surveyed the entire room, and it had been renovated too. The soft king-sized bed occupying a large space called him invitingly, as its sheets looking indescribably plush, delighted him even further. It was irresistible but the fresh breeze from the balcony of his large room was even more irresistible.

He didn't even realize when his feet began to move towards where the wind called out to, but before he could complete his steps, his phone dinged consistently. It was as though thousands of emails were being forwarded all at once and he wondered what it was as he shoved his palm into the pocket of his pants, bringing out his device.

It was messages, but messages from Kyla. With a lifted brow, he exhaled, wondering what she was up to before her caller ID popped up.

He picked.

"Sir,".

She managed, going straight to the point when he said nothing. "The media situation is under control temporarily, but we have a problem... I've sent you countless emails but didn't respond to any".

"Say". He ordered, not uttering anymore.

"Earlier today a file was sent to me". Her voice remained calm but from the seriousness in her tone, he could tell she was trying hard to cover her fears.

"Go on," He urged.

"The sender, unknown, and the files contained the same images on the media, but the real print".

Instantly, he lifted his eyes from the floor, staring at nothing in particular with the phone placed on his left ear. She had his full attention now.

When he didn't utter a single word, she continued. "I scanned the images and I recognize him".

His heart thudded.

For the first time in his life, he felt his heart racing.

This was becoming some real shit and for the first time in his life, it was out of his control.

So he is real?

So he really did kiss someone? Who is he?

He was suddenly curious. He wanted to know who it was.

Calmly, he exhaled, moving towards the couch centered in the large room as he settled on it.

And as Kyla aired out the name of the man raising these emotions, he raised a brow, unsure of how to feel.

"His name is Kim Mun Ho, an artist with a promising career. He is quite popular in the industry among the ladies, and he was signed under SBK Label five years ago". Her voice was a little bit shaky as she feared that her boss was pissed. He was not saying anything, so she assumed just that.

"I-I sent a file to your current address some hours before you arrived, it contains very detailed information about his life before and after fame".

She struggled to sound as composed as possible, but was failing badly. Can you blame her though? The man she was speaking to was not just any man. He was not just anyone. A thousand men put together couldn't be compared to a single man. A man worth an entire nation. A single word from the man she was on the phone with shuts down the internet completely until it pleasures him to turn it back on... That was the kind of person she was speaking with.

The fact that she struggled to stay composed while having a conversation with him only shows how professional and experienced she is in her job.

With a simple "You can hang up now". He was out of reach, leaving her breathing like she just run a marathon, thankful that she didn't slip up in front of him.

~~~~

After a long shower under the warm goodness, he stepped into the room in a comfortable piji and headed towards the bed.

What went on in his head?

Oh, everything.

He couldn't get the name of that man off his head and he was unsure why. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn't close to the name he had imagined, or the fact that he was unable to accept this reality that he was really caught in an act for the first time in his life or the fact that this was real!!

It was unbelievable! Too unreal even for him.

He was just a step closer to the bed when his eyes caught the file that layed on it.

Lifting his left brow to the object, he remained confused about how it appeared. It wasn't here when he stepped into the room, or maybe he just didn't pay attention to it?

Unhurriedly, he picked it up, opening it instantly as he pulled out the file it contained. Suddenly, realization hit him. That was the file that contained the information of Kim Mun Ho, Kyla mentioned it not long ago.

His fingers twitched lightly on the documents in his grip as the curiosity kicked in.

Gently, he sat quietly on the soft plush mattress. His hair was dry and neatly arranged – A habit he was unaware of.

He took out the file and read.

Name: Kim Mun Ho,

Age: 22 years old,

Nationality: Seoul, South Korea,

Date of birth: 8th June 2002,

Education: Graduated from Seoul National University. Mastered The Art of Music.

Parents: Kim Eun Sang, and Kim Wo Bin.

Parents Career: Trader, Teacher.

Siblings: Kim Min Ho.

Alexander stared at the file in his grip still with a lifted brow. "... Another bottom feeder, huh?" He mumbled to himself as he scoffed losing interest instantly.

Without much thought, he tossed to file aside to a corner as though it was unimportant and settled upwards, laying on the mattress with ease.

He wasn't interested in conveying more information about this so-called man anymore. At this point, he didn't even want to hear shit about anything and wasn't interested in what the world had to say. He doesn't want this to go on and most importantly, he doesn't want one word of this media crap to get to his family – that was his greatest fear.

As he rested his head on the pillows staring at the ceiling, the name kept ringing on and on in his head but his tiredness got the best of him. He dozed off still.

~~~~

He didn't realize when he slept off, but when he opened his eyes, he woke up to the most unreal shit he was unable to describe. An Erection.

What the...

He mumbled "shit! Looking under the sheets unable to fathom words to describe this overwhelming emotion he was going through.

The name Kim Mun Ho was doing something to him, something he couldn't explain. Something deep. It is deep to the point of him having weird dreams. Dreams about a man he had only seen physically after that one drunken night... He couldn't even remember what he looked like and now he has an Erection... This is crazy!

He was up from the bed after series of grunts and groans. Hell, he needed to take care of this mess but there was no one in the entire mansion except him... making his frustrated grunts even louder as he moved slowly. But he can't blame anyone right now cause they are doing what he asked them to do– They are not allowed to be seen, and not even a single trace of their existence should be left. The housekeepers are expected to clean the house during his sleep hours without a single noise, the chefs are to prepare meals and preheat them thirty minutes before his wake time, and his daily hygiene properties are to be changed after each day. They can never be caught, that is his policy.

He hates people and Hates living with them. Apparently, he had lived like this all his life so he is somewhat used to not having people around and decided to keep it that way.

"Ah... Fuck! He managed, strolling towards the washroom. This is just absurd. Having to take care of an Erection by himself is not something he would have ever imagined, considering how he's always had what he wanted. He had people to take care of things like this but on specific days. This was not planned one bit.

Taking his member in his hand, he started stroking softly, "Hah... Urgh... Ugh-argh...". As his groans became louder, searching desperately for a release, he wanted to get this over with. Once again, he thought of him, fastening his pace and holding onto the water system for balance. He paced harder, faster, and lengthier, getting closer and closer to climax as he called out his name without even realizing it. "Urgh... Kim.. Mun... Ho... Fffuckkk". He spilled his seeds into the water system as he trembled with palm still wrapped around his member.

"Hah... Hah". His breaths were unsteady, his hands, drenched a little bit with his seeds even though most of them dripped into the toilet. He took his eyes down, annoyed by his actions, he pushed the flush button and headed towards the washroom.

This is fucked!