MICHAEL
"You were supposed to call me the moment you found her!" Aaron yelled at me through the phone. I couldn't help but remind him that I was two years older than him."So, did you?" he asked impatiently.Rolling my eyes, I leaned on the banister of the balcony and glanced inside the hotel room."Yes, I did.""Great! So, how was it?""I fucking found her right before those three fucking pigs could molest her in a dark alley," I replied, my voice dripping with scorn."What?!""She was in shock last night," I explained. "I couldn't talk to her.""How is she now? Is she okay?""Of course, goddamn it, she's fine," I snapped, unable to contain my irritation. "She's with me.""And?""I want to get back at those motherfucking pigs.""Whoa, whoa, hold on. I thought you said you planned to take her with you and get your money. Where is all this madness coming from?"That's the question. That's the fucking question.Why am I so enraged?People may label me a monster due to my obsession with money and women, but I have never violated anyone. And those fuckers messed with the wrong girl."Hello, Michael?"I heard the bedroom door open and close. The scent of cheap, floral-scented shampoo and soap wafted into the air."Hey, are you still there?""I gotta go," I abruptly ended the call and entered the room, offering her my warmest smile.Her angelic face bore a scar from last night's events. The cut on her pinkish lips and her swollen cheek made my fists clench.I was itching to find a face to punch."Simple bacon and eggs with pancakes," I said, pulling out a chair for her. I heard her mumble a thank you.Chivalry? I never had that. I'm rude, I destroy panties, and I choose violence over sweet candies."Now," I caught her attention. "I'm certain I've seen you before." I pulled up one side of my lips, a smirk forming.Her eyes widened, and she was way too obvious. She seemed like an open book. And by her reaction, only a fool wouldn't understand the situation."You were that girl I bumped into a few months ago, right?"Frowning, she shrugged her shoulders. "I-I'm not sure about that."Stuttering, cute.What did I just say?"You must have forgotten," I waved it off."Uh, no, yeah. I remember you," she said with a shaky laugh. "Why were you there anyway?"Suppressing a grimace, I masked it with a pout. "Well, I was called to chauffeur a newlywed couple, but they canceled. The family said the bride didn't show up."I wanted to hit the bullseye, and I did.The way she swallowed hard made me want to burst into laughter and just tell her straight up who I am and why I suddenly appeared out of nowhere."Tragic," she commented."I agree," I replied. "I heard the groom was devastated."She scoffed, raising my eyebrows. "Probably because he couldn't get the money he wanted."As if everything that attracted me to her vanished when that confident comment slipped from her lips."I heard that the groom was selfish and only cared about money and women. I think the bride made the right choice to leave."Making sure not to glare at her, I took a large bite of the pancake and chewed it harshly."I mean, poor girl," she added."Yeah," I reluctantly agreed. "How about you? Why were you there? Were you a bridesmaid or something?""Me?" She pointed to herself and forced a laugh. "No, I'm not."The expression on her face rang the bell of a defense mechanism, and I was going to burst out laughing as soon as she looked away.She's a terrible liar."I was, uh, visiting a friend who works there. She was at the reception and, uh, yeah!""I remember you were in a hurry back then."Her eyes darted from left to right as she swallowed hard. "I was in a bad condition that day. And, I swear, you don't want to know about it."I didn't need to ask; I already knew why."You know, I'm sorry," I changed the topic. "I didn't know where you lived, so I brought you here to my apartment.""Uh, no, it's fine. You shouldn't say anything. You saved me," she waved her hands in the air, indicating that I should feel her gratitude.Speaking of gratitude, I liked the way she thanked me. Although it would have been better if she kissed me with her tongue."I'm pretty sure anyone would have done the same," I replied, trying to sound as cool as possible."And this dress fits perfectly," she smiled.My eyes roamed over her body, covered in a lovely sundress. I had picked the right size when I changed her clothes.Damn, I had to jerk off and take a cold shower after seeing her body.I must say, my cousin and the twins were right about her. She's a fucking catch. A fresh cunt. I wonder how many men ravished her softness.My jaw clenched upon that thought.Her skin, like porcelain, exudes a delicate softness that begs to be caressed. Every inch of her being emanates an air of elegance and refinement, a testament to her privileged lineage.It's undeniable, she possesses an exquisite beauty that captivates me.She is a rare gem, a treasure I want for myself.I wonder how I'm going to spend the whole night with her if we end up saying 'I do' at the altar."Glad you like it," I breathed. "So, are you from around here?""Yeah, New York is my hometown.""And your family?"She avoided my gaze, letting it fall on my wrist, and said, "I can't help but notice, that's a Rolex watch."I paused for a moment, cursing in 33 languages. I had forgotten to take it off."Second-hand, bargain," I excused. "Got it for a grand.""Oh," she mouthed.She didn't want to talk about her family. Who would? She left her family because she didn't want me.She called me selfish. But isn't she selfish too?"That's where you live?" I leaned forward to get a better look at the apartment."Yeah, thanks for the ride. I've bothered you enough," her soft voice ignited my wild side. It turned me on."Hold on," I caught her hand before she could leave. "We've been talking for hours, and I forgot to ask your name.""Oh, uh, it's Tasha," she answered.Extending my hand, I offered it to her. "Mike," I settled for the nickname as I introduced myself.I'm sure she has heard of Michael Montero. If I told her my given name, she might have passed out.Accepting my hand, she shook it.The touch of her soft and graceful palm met the hand I used to jerk off. Now that's what I call balance, even-steven."It's nice to have you around," she nodded, and I mirrored the gesture.I stared, I didn't realize I was doing it, but I was."Mike?""What?""My hand."I didn't want to let go, but I had to."You're adorable." She used the strangest word to compliment me, but when she said it, my system glitched.She leaned in close and kissed me again. It wasn't just a quick peck, but a lingering one. Shallow, without tongue. But it felt amazing."Thanks again." She hopped out of the car and jogged to her apartment."What the fuck, Michael. You're such a fucking pussy."I was about to leave when my eyes landed on three familiar faces that I wished I could erase."You messed with my bride, you mess with me, motherfuckers."NATASHA I had a rough night, but I was also blessed with good sight. "Mike," I whispered his name, feeling a flush on my cheeks. Biting my lower lip, I reminisced about his face - the way he looked at me, the way he smiled. He's my savior, and I should be more grateful. I want to offer him something to thank him properly. But what should I do? Maybe I could give him an apple as a token of appreciation. No, that's not enough. I gave him the longest kiss I could offer. And his lips tasted nice and soft. I feel like I want to kiss him more. Is that wrong? "You weren't in your apartment last night, you clocked in late, and now you're spacing out, smiling like an idiot. What's with you?" Doris had her right hand on her hips, while the other held a stack of receipts. "Sorry," I forced a toothy grin, and she shook her head. "Table nine, that cute guy specifically asked for the waitress named 'Tasha' to take his order." My eyes immediately searched for the table and found the appeali
MICHAEL"Someone's gonna get laid tonight," Cole teased while sitting on one of the boxes they delivered to my cheap rented apartment.Throwing him daggers, the bastard only laughed at my face. "If you're not going to say something necessary, you can get out of my place."Raspberry, Cole stretched to his side to reach the neatly folded clothes Tasha left and smelled them. Perv."Hey, hands off."Chortling like Santa Claus, he wiggled the skirt while making weird noises only a lunatic makes."Hey, Cole, if you're not going to help me with this couch, I'm gonna have your face shoved in Aaron's anus." His twin threw his shoes right at his face."What the--" Pointing his finger at Enzo, he lazily stood up and tossed the skirt at me. "Mr. Possessive is being sensitive whenever we talk about his 'the one that ran away'.""Bet he would," Aaron snickered while pushing the new cabinet flat against the newly painted wall. "Who wouldn't get cranky after being celibate for months?"Enzo laughed h
NATASHAArriving at my flat, I couldn't help but beam. I was overjoyed to have spent an entire day with a charming man like Mike."Here we are," he announced as he pulled his car to a stop. "Back home, safe and sound."I knew it was my cue to leave, but a part of me didn't want to.Turning to look at him, I was met with his incredibly handsome face. How could a man be so perfect?"Thank you, Mike," I said in a soft voice, clutching my bag and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I've never felt so liberated in my entire life.""I'm glad I could make you happy," he replied, his voice naturally seductive. I could listen to him all day and never tire of it.He was charming and flirtatious, albeit a bit quirky at times. His gaze made me self-conscious, but oddly, I enjoyed the attention he gave me."Just a friendly reminder, don't walk down that alley again. It's dangerous," he advised, referring to the incident from the other night."I wouldn't want a repeat of that," I agreed, my ga
MICHAELA kiss was all she asked for, but damn, she wanted more.Her body fit perfectly in my arms. Hell, her waist was so good to hold. I'd love to hold it while guiding her as she rode me."Oh, Mike..." she whimpered as I sipped at the skin of her neck.She smelled so good, and the soft noises she made sounded like thousands of angels singing in my ears, as if the gates of heaven were beginning to open."Do you really want this?" I asked, seeking assurance.I never asked the women I bed if they were sure about what would happen next. They were always the ones to initiate the battle in bed. But right now, what has gotten into me?There's nothing sweet about me. I kiss rough, I fuck hard."Yes," she breathed.Running my fingers through her yellow hair, I lightly tugged it to gain better access to her neck, savoring the growing fetish I had for her.Damn, I wanted to leave marks on every inch of her skin. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to have her.Setting her on the counter, our eyes
NATASHAI feel like I'm in heaven. Or, more accurately, he's the one leading me there.My skin is exposed to the night, and I should be feeling the chill. Yet, his tender caresses generate such warmth that I can't help but perspire.Although I'm lying in bed, he leaves me gasping for breath."Mike..." His name escapes my lips as a knot of anticipation forms in my stomach.Tonight, every sensation is a revelation. It's an exhilarating experience I never imagined I'd encounter.My hand finds its way to the back of his head while my hips instinctively respond to the tantalizing movements of his tongue exploring my intimate area.I feel like I'm scaling a towering mountain solo, and I can already glimpse the summit.As I grip and tug at the sheets, my eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure electrifying every nerve in my body.A swarm of butterflies takes flight in my stomach. Stars twinkle behind my tightly shut eyelids as I ascend to the clouds. My legs tremble with satisfa
MICHAELHer scent, her whimpers—the softness of her skin, the sight of her beauty.Damn, I want her. I still do."Yes! Yes, Michael! Fuck me hard, please?" The voice of the woman I have as Tasha's replace begged.Handpicked. She's got the blonde hair and nice soft skin just like Tasha. But I have to take her from behind. I don't want to see her face, for all I can think of is banging the shit out of that young woman.I pounded hard, imagining Tasha's face when I ate her. Her moans still ring in my head.She was begging for me, she wanted me to have her. She wanted me to be her first. But why the fuck did I refuse? I have rules.Fucked up rules. I want to break them."Michael! Oh, Michael!" She chanted my name like I'm a saint. But that's not the voice I wanted to hear; I want Tasha.I love the way she held my shaft, the way her warmth wrapped around me. How she opened her legs wide for me. How she tasted on my lips.She was so tight. I must have hurt her.I didn't know. I didn't know
NATASHAIs that what he called it? Stupidity?Last night, Mike left me hollow, his words echoing in my head, the pain between my thighs a raw reminder.He began making me feel special, so he should end it by making me feel extraordinary.I knocked on his door, bringing nothing but myself, clad in a red floral dress, just as I am.Standing there, anxiety gnawing at me, I expected him to push me away as soon as he opened the door. Instead, an unfamiliar face of a handsome man munching on raw lettuce greeted me.If Mike's hair is dark, this guy's is a mix of black and blonde. Piercing blue eyes scanned me from head to toe, but his cold gaze didn't match his warm smile.Despite his good looks, Mike's charm would always outshine his. Why am I comparing them? Where is Mike?"Hello," he greeted, leaning on the door frame, shifting his weight onto one leg. "Has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?"His cliché pick-up line made me grimace.Extending his free hand, he grinned. "You must be
MICHAELI enjoyed an exhilarating yet exasperating breakfast in bed. It was the most intense intimacy I had ever experienced, yet it was also somehow vexing.She was a virgin, or rather, she used to be.I took that. I fucking did.My gaze was locked on her bare back. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion. I had drained her strength.'Did she enjoy it?' I laughed at that thought. Of course she did, I made sure of it. I fucked her right.The evidence echoed off these walls and probably reached the ears of the neighbors.The bed bore the brunt of every thrust I gave her. The pillows had tumbled to the floor from the force I exerted on her, and the sheets were barely clinging to the bed after I had her the way she desired.She felt so good, so tight around me. So young, so untouched. So delicate that she bled.The duvet bore the mark of her innocence that I had taken, and a part of my heart swelled with a strange joy knowing that it was me who had been her first.She's mine now."Yeah, yo