Hellstinger

2. Hung...over

Marcus just laid there at the center of the bed, with his penis standing at attention underneath the partial cover of a stained white linen, as he watched all perfectly sculptured figures sway tiredly out of the room.

"Ah!" He sighs again, content with the moment, and turns his attention to the ceiling. Momentarily forgetting about the hammering headache and the dull aches all over his body. Until;

"We leave in fifteen minutes, get up! Get dressed!"

All his contentment drained and with them came all his aches in a tenfold. Marcus frowned in a futile attempt to ease the headache as well as annoy the woman standing over him directly in the sunlight's path; she couldn't be older than thirty-four, wearing her usual tightly fitted suit that only lets the sun highlight all the features Marcus tries to ignore. Fortunately, the sun hid her most powerful feature;

"Up!" Alexander said again with one eyebrow raised in an inside threat. Although she knows he can't see the raised brow, she couldn't help but make the face.

"Oh fuck you Lexy." Marcus moaned, curling up back in bed with a mock sob, and tried looking for a pillow to hold over his head - none of was anywhere to be found.

"Now!"

"One more minute!" Marcus moaned tiredly with a series of mock sobs to express his unwillingness.

Alexander said nothing. She took a step forward and yanked his linen away from him to expose all his naked glory;

"Don't make me make you dress up." She said sharply

"Whhhhy!" Marcus stressed, rolling out of bed to hide himself from her. "Do you even realize I am your boss?"

"Your parents were my employers, you are my charge. Now get dressed like Cynthia is waiting outside."

"One day," Marcus said, picking himself up in a buddle of duvet, grunting, and shuffling towards the bathroom, "I will figure out a way to fire you. And when that day comes, I will fuck all over your stupid face."

Alexander said nothing; just stood in perfect ease watching Marcus shuffle and hobble in annoyance into the bathroom.

"Stupid." He said before slamming the door behind him only to reappear with his hair wet, his eyes still reddish from his hangover and lack of sleep, and his duvet leaving a trail of wetness as he hobbled awkwardly to the walk-in closet.

"You know," He said leaving the closet door open and picking out the first outfit his eyes fell upon, "pulling covers from me while knowing I am naked underneath is sexual assault, hell, walking into a man's bedroom is sexual harassment."

He pulls a plain gray sweatpants without underwear and throws a tee shirt on before wearing a hooded wool sweater atop it. He completed his outfit with a plain white Zara sock on the right leg, a multicolored Dolce & Gabbana strips socks on the left, and a pair of slippers soled custom-made Adidas sneakers named after him; Hellstinger.

Marcus stepped out of the closet to see Alexander standing by the door with both hands behind her back, staring straight forward.

"I know you heard what I said." He said as he moved to stand before her. All she did was look into his eyes and raise an eyebrow.

"Fine, geez. Let's go." He moved past her to open the door and headed towards the elevator.

She came in right behind him and pushed the rooftop button;

"Whoa whoa whoa, are we taking a helicopter?"

"Yes, we are."

"Oh come on!" Marcus whined, "I did everything you have told me to do, why would you want to punish me?"

"If you hated the helicopter so much, you wouldn't have wasted twelve hours in partying. Lest you forget, you are on a schedule."

"But...but...bu...I can get us to the airport in five minutes if you let me drive. I swear I am totally sober." Marcus said with his hand on his chest as though reciting an oath. "Come Lexy don't make me go on a helicopter."

"Okay fine."

"Aw awn," Marcus cooed, "I knew you love me."

"But!"

"Buuuut?" He stressed;

"There is a horde of fans outside waiting to meet you before you continue on your tour." Alexander said, turning halfway to look at Marcus' still-reddish eyes; "what are you going to do?"

Marcus barely let her finish; "the classic divide and conquer." He said with a mischievous smile. "It's ride or die remember?"

Alexander frowned and narrowed her eyes as she recalled the movie; "how long have you been waiting to use that line?"

"Longer than reasonable." Alexander smiled. She punched the basement level button on the elevator control panel before taking out her phone to get Marcus' van ready for one last use in Tanzania.

Marcus hummed to a cartoon commercial over and over through their ride to the rooftop and back down to the basement level. He put on the hood of his sweater and shoved his hands in its pockets as soon as the elevator doors dinged open. Alexander did a quick sweep of the surroundings to make sure no crazy fan had found his way into the basement to wait for Marcus. She gave the all-clear and Marcus moved nonchalantly toward the van that had transported him from location to location throughout his ten-day stay in Tanzania. Beside the van was parked a white Ferrari electric bike with two helmets on it.

An albino man came down from the van with all his teeth, just as white as his hair, exposed in a bright smile. Marcus frowned as he tried to remember the man's name but to no avail.

"I thought you would be using the helicopter?" He asked when Alexander got to him first.

"I changed my mind," She said, collecting the keys to the electric bike from him. "But we are not taking the van either."

"Wh...why did you ask me to bring the van then?" The albino asked with a frown that seemed like his default facial expression.

"To drive out front and lure the fans in the opposite direction of the airport," Alexander said going into the back of the van to retrieve a leather jacket for Marcus.

"Make sure they all follow you, okay?" With that, the albino hopped into the van and drove towards the exit.

"You know I still won..." Marcus started but got cut off before he could say his mind;

"You don't!" Alexander snapped softly, "Always have to talk." She said.

"And yes I am also wondering why I let him drive us. Can he even see his nose?"

"I don't think he even understands the word 'see'," Marcus said with a chuckle as he put on his helmet and handed Alexander hers. "And to think he never drives sober. What is he a demon?"

Alexander chuckled softly. She waited for Marcus to start the bike before getting on and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Damn, I am so hungover." Before Alexander could voice her objection, Marcus roared the bike to life and kicked it into action.

He skidded out of the Best Western Dodoma hotel and zoomed off as a thief being pursued. He could still see the fans running after the decoy van in his mirror as he headed down road B129. In no time at all, he had forked and exited B129 and navigated the roundabout to enter road A104.

Marcus had always had a need for speed. His silver spoon lineage as well as his early discovery of music, which put him in the top charts all over the world, coupled with his lack of a parental figure only made him want to live fast or in this case, ride fast.

In under six minutes, Marcus had traveled the two-kilometer distance from the hotel to Dodoma Airport despite the traffic.

He parked the bike and left it in the care of the valet while he and Alexander proceeded silently towards the reserved hanger for his private jet.