My Neck My Back By Richard Cheese Novels & Stories

Madonna brought out her handkerchief and wiped her face. "I am sorry for her daughter losing her job. And I cannot blame her. When she is around a handsome man like Master Richard, who wouldn't him, except me, because I do not like him." "Coughs!" The sound of someone coughing at the stairs snapped me back to reality. As Madonna and I swiftly turned to look at the living room stairs, Richard stood there, shirtless in only his black shorts. He didn't even wear his robe. Seeing his broad chest made my thighs clench as I remembered how he had pulled me closer to him the previous day.

His hair w​as a bird's nest. He was e​ating mac and cheese. At ni⁠ne i‍n the​ morning. ​ I froze in the hal‌lway. From here, I‍ c​ould see the p⁠lay of muscles in his back as he mov‍ed the‌ s‍poon. My‌ min‌d im⁠mediatel‍y‍ fil​led in‌ the blanks. The wa​y those same muscles had bunched and ri​ppled while he wa‍s b‌uried inside‌ Greta. The r⁠aw power o​f his silhouette against th‌a‍t‌ re​d velvet.

"Common Arianna, I've dealt with heartbreak in the past. Can't you see that I'm able to talk normally again? I was shocked at that moment but I overcame it. I had thought Tessa posted an old time together of herself with Richard, though it's absurd enough but I went there to confirm that it's in the present. That's all. He's chosen her and prefers her to me. It's simple mathematics. It's probability. It's either a tail or a head. It would never be a head and a tail at the same time. Richard found himself between two women. He's to play a game of cheese. It's either Genesis or Tessa. It's never going to be Tessa and Genesis at the same time.

His anger was apparent and she cowered in the face of it. "Did he do it? Did YOUR MATE DO THIS?" Richard asked with a thundering voice. He stopped pacing and stood behind the couch, his hands gripping the back of the seat furiously. His knuckles were white as he held tight, wanting to rip the chair to shreds. He had a very thin grasp on his emotions and it was a miracle that nothing had yet been destroyed as a result.

"Mr. Rich makes me feel ancient." Kate rolled her eyes. "You are ancient, Dad." "Cruel. My own daughter wounds me." But he was grinning, completely unbothered. "You two hungry? I'm making stir-fry." "Starving," Kate said. "But we've got a project to work on, so we'll grab something later. Come on, Carol." Carol followed Kate toward the stairs, but not before glancing back one more time. Mr. Rich had returned his focus to cooking, completely unaware of how her eyes traced the line of his shoulders, the way his hands moved with such certainty, the small furrow of concentration between his brows.

“Are you declaring challenge, Chairman?” “I’m declaring terms.” He lifted his hand. The world exploded into motion. A faint hiss, metal on air. Damian moved before my brain caught up. His arm snapped out, a line of black suit and tendon, and something silver-hot hit his palm with a meaty thunk. He didn’t flinch. Gasps. A cry. Then I saw it: a slim dart, silver-tipped, buried to the fletching in the meat of his hand. The scent of aconite bloomed sharp and bitter.

Step by step, one by one, he was making me come undone with the way that he kissed me, touched me. I didn’t know I was letting out moans and breathy sighs until I heard Richard say through the mind link, ‘I like it when you sound like this.’ Then his lips promptly moved from many own swollen lips and down my neck, pressing his lips that left a trail of fire down my neck, threatening to send me over the edge. I shut my eyes against his ministrations, and deep down I was only hanging by a thread. His teeth scraped my neck deliciously and I could not understand his intentions until he then bit down on my neck, right above my collarbone.

The next morning, Richard woke up with severe pain radiating from his lower back. He had managed to sleep through it the previous night, but now it felt like it had intensified to an unbearable degree. He groaned softly, trying to shift his position without waking Leah. Leah stirred next to him, her eyes fluttering open. She immediately noticed the strained expression on Richard's face. Leah, "Richard, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Richard tried to put on a brave face, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Leah. Just a bit of a sore back."

I whispered, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his cheek, steering clear of his stitched jawline. "I'm not an anomaly," Richard murmured, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer until the three of us formed a tight, unbroken circle. His chest rumbled against my shoulder as he spoke. "I’m just a man who realized he left his entire life in Oakhaven, and I wasn't going to let a concrete wall keep me from getting back to it."

"Come in, Christopher." I see Richard sitting on the large sofa placed at the center of the room with a cigarette in between his fingers. he is wearing a black shirt with sleeves been rolled up. his suit jacket is lying beside him on the sofa. Richard glances at me with his usually serious face. his personality always reflects the power that he posses. his features present the image of pure dominance. no doubt that he is a handsome man.