Jack was almost rounding a bend that led out of the apartment when he remembered that he must have burnt Belle's letter. "Fuck," He cussed. He used to think that the biggest problem anyone could have was being homeless and hungry, but now he realized money was not even everything. If you aren't homeless or hungry, you could still be facing some tough life issues that you can't talk about. His mind drifted briefly back to when he lost some money to a poker bet, quite a big amount of money, but nonchalant as he was, he came home acting like all was well, and lying to Mario about not being paid at work. Not that he didn't care about losing six thousand dollars, but he didn't like the idea of his only friend assuming him to be a total failure. "Fuck me. I am not even a good influence to him." He chuckled wryly, and totally unapologetic about the whole thing. Still, he wished he could do something to help his best friend. The only thing he knew Mario to like was women, but it was a fu
She carefully slipped off the short see-through robe she had on. Then, she went up to Mario, and on her tippy toes, she extended her tongue to his earlobe, earning a moan from him. "You are so good at this." He mumbled, lifting her onto his chest. "You're just like her, a good-girl on face value, a baddie at heart." Jack shook his head from side to side, and pulled his friend aside from the voracious woman's hands. "I need to borrow him for a minute." He told her, then he dragged him outside. She shrugged and waited, her arms on her bare breasts. Mario's shorts tugged at his bulging cock as he got dragged by Jack. He knew that he was doing the most insane thing in the whole wide world, but he liked to care about the only things that mattered..."At the moment. I only want to care about what matters right now, and that is us going into that room and drilling the hell out of that damsel, okay?" He whispered back. "I did not want to sleep around tonight, but once I heard her name, oh
Twenty five hours later, Jack was back at the apartment, watching it from a distance and shaking his head, because it had now become a crime scene. He could not believe his eyes.He had not even noticed that his car- the one he shared with Mario had been dismantled by whoever attacked Bianca. Just yesterday, the three good-for-nothings were arguing about the situation at hand- Belle or no Belle, and now the one who was captured by them- Bianca, was nowhere to be found. Once he ran into five different hospitals and she wasn’t in any, he had given up, checked in an hotel, and texted Mario all about it, because he was not taking his calls. Then, he sat for twenty four long hours asking himself how stupid he could be, and waiting to report her missing. “I could have plucked his hair for an evidence ,” He thought, his mind retracting back to the precious encounter with the strange man. “or chased him at least.” But stupidly instead, he had run off to all hospitals that came to mind,
Chapter 13: Newly Found Whatever With no option left to choose, Jack dragged her along, unsure of where they were headed. “You see, Jack, I think I can give you everything you want,” She paused to look him in the eye, “If only you let me.” “What do you mean by everything I want?” He asked with his eyes, but she just flashed him another open-toothed smile. When they crossed to the other end of the street and she hailed a taxi, he just followed, like a mule led to the slaughterhouse. He needed to be anywhere but the crime scene, so it was allowed. Fifteen minutes later, he was seated in her room in a dingy little house, near the popular café Mericourt. “You have a nice house by the way. Small but comfy." He commented, strangely feeling at home. He thought it was crazy that he briefly forgot that his house had just been labelled a crime scene, and he was going to be in a financial mess for the next several weeks. Besides it wasn't the best idea flirting with the girl that made
She rubbed his abs and nibbled on his navel for a second. Jack moaned, drawing her closer to himself. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing on him. "Do you even like redheads, Jack?" She asked carefully, her hands now on his belt. "What's your ideal type of woman?" "Yes, you look beautiful. Redheads are beautiful women." He said, between his teeth. "I don't have a type. I love all beautiful women." He was having a hard time enduring her overstretched advances. With a pleased smile on her face, she started to unbuckle his shiny silver belt. "I can give you everything you want, Jack. Except you don't want me to." She said, again, and he wondered what she meant. Once his pants were off his lower body, he cupped her waist, and stared into her eyes,"You know you said that earlier. What exactly do you mean?" She flashed him a smile as a response, and pulled his feet out of his pants in one go. "Hey, I want to know. What exactly can you give me, Belle?" He tapped her because he really
As soon as he uttered those words, he pressed his cock into her wall, and she moaned back at him, urging him on. "Hell, yes, daddy. Stick it in..." She moaned, very nonchalantly as usual of her. But she was not done with him. She waited for him to get inside her before she would ask the next question. But, somehow he did not. He stood there, unmoving as if he was stuck. Belle turned back to see what was up, and her finger brushed his thigh and she felt the heat on his body-he was extremely tense. "Hey, Jack, let me help you." She said and got off him. "I know just what you need." She pushed him to the bed with force, but surprisingly, he landed safely, his back on the bed. Then, she mounted him, and surreptitiously slipped him inside her with her hand. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. "Belle, now that's it, oh yeah..." He groaned, watching the expression on her face change from pleasure to pain and back. "Good girl." As she moved, the dampne
His phone beeped twice as he walked to the café. He thought it was him, so he did not bother checking."He needs to wait for me. I won't fly there, will I?" He soliloquized, his mind suddenly crossing to the ocean of ridiculous thoughts. What if the police were there with him and needed to arrest him, since Jack was already deemed to be a suspect in the case of Bianca's disappearance. He was looking at the bar in the distance when his phone beeped again. He wondered if it was Belle- since he had left abruptly without an excuse, but then he remembered she didn't have his number, and vice versa. "Let's see who it is." He could see Mario sitting in a corner, two bottles of martinis before him. The bar was unusually peopleless that morning. "Hey, Ma-rio?" He said to the caller, as he neared the entrance, even though he was sure it was not him."I'm almost there, okay?" Why would he call with a strange number? "Okay, Jack. Later then." The caller said, stressing his first name like
That afternoon, they both decided to lodge in an hotel, but Jack's mind could not concentrate on the present-he wondered who stalked them, and for what. There was still so much to talk about, but it was more important to take action. "I am going to visit her address-the one she told me about." Mario broke the silence, and Jack could not believe his ears. If he was being like this, then there was indeed something behind that woman. He turned inconveniently in his bed, and thought deeply about how hot sex with the fake Belle was. If Mario was being illogical in this situation, then he was also allowed to think about sex. He shut his eyes and drowned his ears in those fantasies. He could see her crawling up to him and tugging at his shorts, rubbing his bare chest, doing all those things that made him crave the forbidden. "When I picked her from the bar the first night I met her, she didn't want to go there...to her home. She seemed scared." Mario added, but Jack was still in his day