Can you really separate people destined to be together?

“Yeah but it stinks of rich none of a care in the world type of men! You know what rich men do? Whatever the hell they want! No, I dont like it.” Brock said with a shake of his head. The girls around here may have thought that Raven and Brock could be a nice couple but that was just because they had never heard them argue; how Brock would always sound like the concerned brother who absolutely only saw Raven as his sister.
He handed out the hoodie she had asked for, still looking rather dismayed. He didnt like it one bit, even if it was a great help for them financially. “We are heading in a positive direction anyway. Sure, we could take in a couple of kids, but it also has to be stable! A thick wad of cash doesnt seem stable.” He argued. He sighed as she tried to use Morty as some sort of pillar of proection. “No, you wont get me to agree that this isnt a shit idea, because it is. But you’re the boss.” He said, frowning a little. “But then I’m expecting us to go check on Maybe-Jay. I cant stop worrying whether it’s her or not.”

The promise made Brock calm down a bit but that wouldnt mean that he was completely resigning. Even if she could handle herself, this felt so different from the life on The Blocks. It was far more primitive and somewhat.. disgusting? That was the word he would describe for every creepy he had dragged out and bent fingers on until he has promised never to touch the girls like that ever again. “I’ll keep an eye out. But Morty hates when I interfere.” He sighed, though it wouldnt stop him.

Most of the men had spread out, sitting next to each other as they were discussing deals. Samuel and his business partner were joined by some beautiful girl with ivory skin. Though Samuel was here strictly for business didnt mean that he as a man wasnt looking at all the beautifil ladies, watching them perform and offering money.
He just hadnt expected to see a certain someone walk out on stage, the men cheering her on as she moved her body. His look hardened slightly and it was like the girl on his lap noticed. “Am I not enough for you, sir?” She asked, seeing it more as some challenge as she shoved his face to her chest. That meant that in the meantime Samuel’s business partner made the choice to request Raven, or Siren as they called her here.

“Pleasure’s on my side.” The man remarked with a sly smile, looking her up and down. Yeah she was definitely a suitable substitute for his usual. He leaned a little closer, keeping his elbow up on the back of the seat, humming as she spoke about her drink. “Well, let me taste it?” He urged her, sending her curious eyes.
Samuel barely seemed touched by the woman’s movements but as she turned to sit on him, he could see her in the corner of his eye. Only that he didnt initially believe that it was her. It was just the usual girl for his business partner Derek, nothing more nothing less. Well until he called for him himself. “Mr. Prideux, look at this gem.” He said, grabbing Raven’s face to show her off to Samuel. The daemon looked but he definitely didnt look happy with the showing off, even more when he realized that it actually was her. “Oh you like blondes more, eh? Shame, shame. I like this one, even more if she show more skin tonight” Derek chuckled, letting go of Raven pulling out a wad of cash. “Do some nice dancing.” He told her, Samuel staring a bit like he was considering his options, though one thing was clear; he was not enjoying this.

She began dancing and the man watched her with hungry eyes as she did. Samuel almost couldnt decide where to look; at her or at the guy she was dancing for. He was so annoyed and really not paying attention to the girl dancing on him at all, even if she tried her best efforts, even pulling at his face to make him look the other way. It only came back to Raven, Raven and the man he wanted to beat solely for using her. Possessive? Yeah, that was Samuel. Some other man joined them and his remark made Samuel clench his jaw. “I might get a new usual.” The guy hummed, sticking cash in her underwear as if he could fill it out and make it slip off her that way. The addition made the Derek’s eyes turn more serious as he looked at Raven. “You hear that little siren? I could bring you home.” He warned her with a slick smile.
And he did just that, eyeing Morty with a stack of cash, nodding towards Raven as he waved the money. Anything could be bought in this world to the highest bidder. Even promised security. Though Samuel wasnt having it, getting up from his seat as if he was going to leave, pushing the other girl off of him and onto where he had been sitting before. Derek got up, smiling brightly at Raven. “See you in there.” He promised, heading off to the private rooms. Morty would tell her where to go. Most of the men prepared themselves somewhat in advance for whatever they wanted.
The room she was shown to was dimmed in light, making it quite hard to see, at least for humans. Hands reached out to pull her in by her hips, pulling her close, a warm breath would she feel on her face. He leaned down to her ear, breathing in her scent above her ear before leaning all the way down. “Why would you look at me like that while your body’s rubbing up some other man?” The daemon asked in a lowered tone. No Samuel hadnt just left. He had gone directly to Morty and gone above whatever amount Derek had seemingly promised.

Business was business right? Sure Morty got a fat cut for himself, but it wasnt like the girls were tricked and not paid a fair share for doing it. It was only the rich men that were the losers in all this in the big pyramid scheme of things revolving money. But it wasnt like they’d ever feel a dent in their wealth coming here, unless they really were blowing out their money.

Samuel just couldnt handle the thought of Derek touching her more than he already had. And it wasnt like he knew what to do with those feelings, but he knew that not acting would piss him off. So he had done it like this. Made sure he could have her all by himself. She returned the question and he scoffed. Wasnt it obvious? “Why would I bother with less than when something divine was dancing in the corner of my eye?” He whispered, not minding that she asked him why he had bought her time. “Dont pretend as if I havent tried to offer you money. This way, I at least know you’ll take it.” He said rather seriously. He still held onto her hips, his fingers slightly digging, like he was eager to feel her but also restrained himself greatly. For a man that took whatever he wanted, he was rather cautious with her. “… but you also wont take it without putting in the work. So go on. Work for me and your money.” He urged her.

He could really only sit and let her have her way while she was grabbing his tie and keeping it tight around his neck. Well, if he really wanted to, he would be able to break free, but where would the fun in that be? She had already figured him out; there was something about her that couldnt keep him away. Her encouragement wasnt met and he simply scoffed, digging his nails longingly into her hip as she had guided him to before. She really seemed to know how to move her body, because the emulation itself certainly peaked interest for the real deal. “Not here.” He said, his voice still strained. There was no way that Samuel would let down his pride and give in that easily. “I’m starting to wonder.. who’s doing who… a service right now?” He remarked. She seemed to be getting off on grinding on him, and somehow he didnt mind.

He didnt answer her retaliation. It would be a given since he was already here right? If she hadnt been interested, why would he bother? But he knew that she had some sort of interest that she held back on. Not that he was any better. He was still in the midst of considering whether this would be worth the hassle.
His body showed that he liked it and yet he refused to give her the satisfaction. Even if she whispered things in his ear that made it all so tempting. His silence did not reflect in his body language. Despite  seemingly saying nothing, his jaw tensed with every downward grind that she made against him, his piercing eyes never leaving hers. His nails probably left marks on her with all the longing he refused to show in other ways than clawing and guiding her hips from time to time.
She moved off and he felt his airways open again as she released her grip around his tie. He corrected his collar, drawing in a deep breath before he got up, looking at her. “Would you be able to give it to me? A girl from The Blocks?” He asked. Sure, they could play around and have these little chase games, but it didnt change the fact that she was a girl struggling to make a living while he was driving one of the most dangerous businesses in the world.

She was tough, he could tell from her attitude while he had cared for her. She definitely wasnt just like woman out there. The question was returned and it made him frown slightly. He would not answer it. “What do you base your measurement of value on then?” He asked though it was clear that he didnt truly care much for the answer as he had two values to go off in his mind. Was it based on how many times he had washed the sweat off of her skin? Or that he hadnt moaned her name in some private room at a strip club because she rubbed herself against him?
“When do you have a night off?” He asked instead of answering. Her question was so dull, he wanted to keep it interesting. Grabbing a smoke, he lit it and drew in a deep drag.

If she didnt answer his question, then it had to be that. Though Samuel would always find a way to get to her. Why would he let her go? She disclosed that her day off would be sunday and he hummed, exhaling the smoke through his nose. He noted it down in his mind, watching her walk closer. The question was fair enough. But he didnt want either. The addition along with the firm grip on him made him groan softly. “Practical.” He hissed. Would that spoil too much? Probably not. His hand moved down to hers, pressing over it, making her grip more firm. “If you want to touch me, then do it like you mean it.” He told her. If she wanted him to prove his worth, then he wanted her to do the same.

He hated repeating himself so he wasnt going to. It seemed to be a tease regardless as her hand moved up to undo his pants. He kept his eyes on her pink tinted eyes. She could touch him, Samuel wasnt scared to get physical. Well; beside moaning in this place as he had said before. But that maybe came from the fact that he wasnt exactly a moaner to begin with. Soft groans and grunt was his way, which she would find out as she began feeling him up. She made him look down at her and he followed, his eyes moving from her face down to the action that was halfway hid under his undone pants. “Where was this girl when you were in the comforts of my home?” He asked, lifting a hand to hold her face. He ran his thumb over her lower lip, before looking at her eyes again. “And why did you hide her from me?” He hissed.

No maybe she hadnt been, but she hadnt also been showing this side before now. Not that it in fact would’ve changed much else before this. It probably wouldnt. Her question made him scoff, groaning if she was still jerkikg him. Again, silence was the preferred choice, but it seemed that she had her own theory either way.
“Is that how you see me?” He asked, shifting between her eyes. It would be safe to say that he probably never would get his fill of her. Most of all for the obvious that she reminded him of.. well the love of his life that he had lost. But also that she was way different. A fresh breath of air. “So you’ll let me have my fill and let me leave?” He then asked, looking almost hungry as he looked at her.

He did notice how she avoided his gaze, which only made him lift a hand to touch her face. Not forcing her to look at him, but still guiding her to do so. He did feel quite close but did he want to make a mess in his pants? Samuel did care quite a lot for his image, at least in the sense that he cared to uphold a respectable view. Her words were enticing but he smiled, looking at her with sure eyes. “Use your mouth.” He said, though it probably sounded like an order, it was more a plea.
He wasnt sure if he wanted to ruin her. Not with the constant shifts between wanting her close and then wanting her as far away as she could get. It had been so long since he had looked for someone like her. And yet she had shown up quite out of nowhere.