Let's Play

He sat on the rooftop of his Blackstone Town home. Was he looking at the view? No. City is city. There are no stars in New York anymore. No reason to look up either. So, he was focused down. A book of puzzles. Crosswords, soduku, etc. A pen in his hand as he worked through the latest. He sat in his pj bottoms and nothing else. Relaxed. Hair down. A pair of reading glasses on, not because it was necessary to read, no, but because it helped him focus a little better. 20/20 is what the doctor had said, but for a slight astigmatism that blurred words slightly. He found it amusing because Marcus is the one who filled the prescription for him. So, to appease his long trusted ghoul, he wore them when he read.

A blonde woman ventured onto the roof top. Molly? No. Marsha? No. Who the hell was she? Those types never lasted long in his… employ. Too arrogant. Too boring. Oh! It was Molly! She’d been with him for two years now. Longer than most. Pre-med. She amused him and could keep up. For the most part. No, he really didn’t care to remember her name. She would fail. They all did. Always wanting more. Marcus, however, he knew better. He was… content… with his lot. Which is something the others had to learn.

She was barely clothed. Which unto itself wasn’t abnormal in the heat. Though it was a bit chilly this evening. She didn’t seem to care.

“Marcus said you hadn’t eaten…”

He looked up from his puzzle and perked a brow. His eyes trailed her body, the he nodded. He bookmarked the page of his book with his pen, then beckoned her closer.

Her cries of pleasure were swallowed by the sounds of the traffic below and the bustle of people here and there. However, the night became quiet again after a bit, and he was returned to his book as she walked off.

That was the last night he saw her…

The following his phone rang…

“It’s been a while; come to New Orleans.”

That was all. Nothing more. No banter. No hello.

He eyed his phone… his brows arched a little… then his lips curled into a smirk. No, not a smirk in the sense of him finding something humorous. That doesn’t really explain his smirk and the predatory gleam that took his eyes and crossed his features.

Play…. it’d been a long while since he got to play….