Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

Was that a leer he saw? Was she making eyes at him? He could swear that she took a surreptitious peek at his crotch region, hoping to evaluate if his answer was correct. He recoiled inwardly, thinking that even snakes had more appeal than this woman. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and regretted it immediately when her eyes went back to his crotch. He had the urge to cover himself with something as he felt exposed in front of this female predator.

Just then a knock came from the door and he sighed in relief. He didn't even try to conceal it.

"Three minutes," the assistant said with a bright smile that made Cage wonder what was up with the assistant. Once he moved out, the journalist said her goodbye to him, lunging at him to shake his hand and reluctantly left. Cage couldn't be happier.

"One more for today," the assistant told him.

"Thank you," he said with a tired smile and waited for the next journalist to come along.

- - -

With a can of beer in his hand, Cage was sitting on the bed and scrolling through what the news had to say about him. There were quite a few tweets from journalists who had met him, and he wasn't surprised to see the woman from Cougardom Magazine boast about their encounter.

He sighed as he sipped from the can and went on to greener pastures. He was not in a mood to play the game, but he could surely reply to his favorite woman.

[RayKon53: Why yes, everyone in the entertainment capital has a trainer and helicopters to play in. I am sorry to disappoint you but I am a plain old millionaire. I am ashamed I am not up to your standards, then. Whatever will you do with your lovely daddy now that he turned out to be poor?]

[RayKon53: I will have you know, my full head of hair is often referred to as sex-hair and my wild locks can enrapture you.]

Within a few hours, he was buzzed and wondering where his fiendish little loli was.

One can of beer turned into three and he was quite tipsy by the time the reply came.

[Rinten: A plain old millionaire? Pfft. How poor.] He snickered as he read her message. He put the can to the side and started to type out a reply when a second message came into his inbox.

[Rinten: Not everyone in the entertainment capital has a trainer and helicopter—] He withdrew for a minute and looked at the sentence in awe. Was she in City H, as well? His fuzzy mind was ecstatic over this new piece of information. [— It's a sad state of affairs. I will take your elderly nurse's word for it. She must think the sun shines out of your ass.]

Her cheeky attitude made him envy the people surrounding her.

He swiftly typed out the reply, not wanting to lose as she was online.

[RayKon53: Online?] he typed out at first. When he received a reply, he sat up straight and started to write out his reply.

[RayKon53: Wash your mouth, little lady. Such audacious language doesn't become the standards to which I uphold you to. Women… women go gaga over my hair… and my face… and my voice. I am a bit too perfect, you see.]

On the other side of the world, Katherine was sitting in front of her laptop, listening to music as she saw the other person typing. She spat out her beer when she saw his reply.

Did he just call her a little lady? She was a raunchy wench who had nothing to do with anything ladylike. People would literally laugh at his face if they found out he had said something of the sort. And women go gaga over his hair? The only man's hair that she could go gaga over was her favorite Mr Cage. No one else could qualify.

[RayKon53: Don't be sad, we live close by, I will send over my trainer and helicopter for you to ride. What is mine is also yours, rin rin. I am sure you would say I have sex-hair if you saw me, too. I am confident.]

We live close by? Did he just confirm that he lives in City H? It was a huge city, but meeting one was simply that easy. She didn't know where the thought came from; she had never wanted to meet an online friend before, but this time she felt like this would be fun. One more person to hang out with and enjoy what she liked doing: gaming. She didn't have any friends like that. Most of the time, the people who pinged her on the game were those who wanted to ride on her coattails and get more gold out of their missions. Rarely did she find people who really wanted to talk to her or play with her.

[Rinten: The only person who has sex hair is the man I am going to watch on screen tomorrow.]

[RayKon53: Available to VC?]