<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/DrakeHilton.jpg)</div>Name: Drake Hilton<br/>Time: Morning, Day 1<br/>Activity: Orientation<br/>Wearing: Black silk suit with a purple silk shirt.<br/>Tagging: Riley, open<br/><br/>Drake would have to have been blind to not notice Riley’s reaction to his confession. In his mind the scene had played out much differently. In his head she had smiled and told him that she had missed him too. She had let him take her hand as she explained that she had left because she had been afraid of what he was offering and pissed off that he had refrained from telling her who he really was. And just like that everything was fine between them again. After all these years the woman of his dreams was back in his arms and would soon be back in his bed. That was what he had imagined. The reality was like a glass of cold water to the face.<br/><br/>It was obvious that Riley still had feelings for him. Anger was only one of them and he just couldn’t understand it. Sure, he hadn’t told her he was a billionaire owner of one of the world’s largest hotel chains, but he had planned on telling her eventually. He had just been worried that it would change things between them. It certainly had done so once she found out. He really couldn’t blame her for refusing to accept his offer to be his slave. God, he hated using that word. He enjoyed being the Master, but he didn’t think of his women as slaves, but rather equals who just happened to have a desire to submit to him in the bedroom. No, he understood that by not being honest with her he had broken her trust in him and without that trust any D/s relationship was doomed from the get go. He just couldn’t figure out why she was still so mad at him. Why couldn’t she forgive him and give him a second chance?<br/><br/>Drake tuned back in to the meeting as the midwife as she was talking about making babies. And as she finished he raised his hand. “Will the couples be made aware of who the actual father is? If everyone is running around screwing one another it might not be obvious who the father will be.” Drake might not believe in a traditional marriage, but he did believe in making babies. He might play the kinky playboy role to the nines, but deep down he had always wanted to be a father. He often dreamed that he and Riley had had a child or two or seven together. He still wanted that dream and would have given up his empire for a chance to make it a reality. Maybe her being here in the same community as him was a sign. Maybe they would finally conceive a child together. If only he had known the truth, that his dream had already come true. Riley just hadn’t told him about their child. In some ways that treachery alone was far worse than his lying about his career.<br/><br/>He wanted Riley and would do whatever he could to get back together with her. But she was definitely not the only mermaid in the sea. It seemed the Purple Plague had only spared the bold and the beautiful. He found the perky little Japanese girl particularly interesting, thought he knew right away they would never hook up. He could tell she liked to be the top in the relationship and there had only been one woman to date who he had willingly topped for and she was currently standing over by the coffee pots. Still there were plenty of other delicious looking women in the room. Even if he did get through to Riley he would probably have to sleep with the other women sooner or later. For the greater good of the human race, he told himself.