Chapter 1 - Revelation

Zeno. Fuck! Even his name was sexy, thought Emily. She’d seen him out so many times in recent weeks and ended up in bed with him more than once. He was the devil of the night, enticing her towards him. Zeno. Then gone without a trace the following morning.

The fact that Emily knew so little about him seemed to draw her closer into his web like nothing else. Rich kids tended to mix in the same circles and know the same people. Emily had lived around Washington DC her entire life, given how many of her family had wandered into the political spectrum. But who was this guy? And how had he sauntered his way into their world of the elite? Once Emily’ uncle had been elected as president, she’d risen to the top of that pecking order and the men who came with that new status were out of this world: pretty boys, hunks, athletes, models. Gorgeous, goregeous guys, desperate for taste of her.

“I want to tell you something,” Zeno whispered, more than just a little tipsy. “My big secret!”

“You’re actually an angel, aren’t you?” Emily whispered back between lustful kisses.

“I’m being serious,” Zeno smiled playfully. “I want to trust you.”

Emily nodded, knowing that as the seconds of their night trickled away, the time for Zeno’s inevitable vanishing would once again be upon her. “You can tell me anything,” she promised sincerely.

Zeno seemed to search her soul as he gazed beyond her eyes, penetrating deep inside of her. Then he nodded, kissed her once more and took her hand.

Emily laughed, assuming that this was another simple kinky ploy. That was, until Zeno led her hand around his broad shoulders and…CLICK. She jumped and gently tried to pull her hand back. “No way?” she gasped with surprise. “You’ve got to be kidding me? This isn’t fucking real?”

“No one knows,” Zeno whispered. “No one.”

“Of course they don’t!” Emily smiled. “Why would they? You’re…perfect. The perfect man!”

“You don’t hate me?” Zeno shot back, desperate for words of comfort. “I mean, we already slept together and... So many people these days... Your uncle…”

“Shh!” Emily whispered into his ear. “Honestly, I think it’s fucking hot! You’re… You’re an android!” Now she knew why he had been such a good lover, and as the pieces of the jigsaw slotted together, her lust for him only increased.

“You’re my favourite,” Zeno smiled at her. “You’re the one I keep coming back to. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I feel the same way, baby!” Emily smirked, already starting to strip off her clothes and his.

“I want to give you something,” Zeno tried, attempting to slow the ravenously aroused Emily down. “Something not many people know about. A way for me to make sex between us so much better.”

“Better?” Emily scoffed in disbelief. “You can’t improve perfection,” she swooned, sliding her hands over the android’s perfectly crafted physique.

Zeno laughed to himself. “You couldn’t be more wrong,” he beamed. “And I‘m going to show you why....”