Gutemberg (Ghost)
"Ghost, wake up."
Someone pokes my arm, and I can tell by the firmness of the touch that it's not a woman. I mumble something and pull the sheet over half my face.
"Wake up! This isn't a motel."
Wait, maybe it is a woman.
That voice...
"My husband is coming! You have to go!"
I pull the sheet down, spotting a pair of female legs. Lucky me. I tend to do crazy things when I'm drunk. Looking up, I see the short shirt and then the full view of her chest. Fuck! Those two melons are so full they’re almost jumping out at me, demanding a bite. Oh! They have bikini marks.
I love those marks.
"You're married, beautiful?" I grin indecently, running my tongue between my lips without taking my eyes off her gorgeous breasts.
"Okay... are you kidding me?" she says, acquiring an irritated expression that makes me want to roll my eyes. But I remain neutral, just staring at her, waiting for an answer.
"What’s serious?"
The brunette clicks her tongue, groans, and walks toward the chair where the fan is. She grabs my shirt from the floor and looks at me.
"Well, Suzy told me you were no good." She starts to grumble.
Who's Suzy? I think, but I keep quiet.
My head is exploding.
"I'm sorry, beautiful, but what's your name?"
The woman's chin trembles, and for a second, I think she's going to start crying or hit me.
"Go to hell!" she shouts, throwing an empty shoebox at me.
What the hell?
"What's wrong with you?" I say, dodging a hairbrush. "Are you crazy?"
A perfume bottle flies toward my head.
"Ah, fuck!"
"What's wrong with me?" she continues shouting, letting out a fake, high-pitched laugh as she points between my legs.
Yesterday.
What's today?
My head throbs in response.
I give her a crooked smile, sitting up and leaning my back against the headboard now that she's stopped throwing things at me.
"Let’s do this."
I peek out from under the covers, starting to have little flashes of what happened between us.
"Do you know my cousin?" I ask, looking for the whereabouts of my boxers on the bed.
"Your cousin?" The brunette looks confused by my question, letting out a small moan as I stand up.
I give her a smug smile.
"Am I distracting you, beautiful?"
The alarm goes off somewhere in the room, and the woman jumps in place. She doesn’t look like a friend of my cousin's. Isadora is too tidy to have a friend who doesn’t wear silk nightgowns.
"My husband!"
"What?"
"That’s the time my husband usually arrives! You need to go, now!"
I scratch my chin, feeling the stubble from two days of neglect, and look at her intently. She’s married. She doesn’t look much older than me, but she could be.
"Are they real?" I point to her breasts, and she chokes.
"If you can see them, then they’re real."
Wow.
"Did the question annoy you, brunette?"
"You're not leaving?" she argues, and I feel a shiver of defiance run through my body. I’m sure she wants me to get out of here before her husband arrives—she should want that, anyway. But now, I’m tempted to check and taste her huge, marked breasts.
"Did you like what we did yesterday?" I decide to play with her head, releasing memories I don’t even know myself. But from the way her thighs just pressed together, I’m sure she remembers. Fortunately, I’m already firm, strong, and ready for action.
"I was drunk," she tries to justify herself, probably thinking of her cuckolded husband. What a decent girl.
"Well, you're sober now."
"My husband—"
"Shhh." I move toward her, sticking my ring finger between her lips to stop her talking. "Don’t deprive yourself of something pleasurable just because of social conventions." I whisper the last part in her ear, pushing my finger into her mouth. The naughty girl licks it, circling the tip with her tongue, leaving me right where I need to be. I want to taste that little mouth.
I slide my thumb across her cheek, caressing her chin, tracing the shape of her mouth, and encouraging her to open it.
"What do you want me to do?" I brush my lips against hers and push her shoulder down, forcing her to her knees. It takes her a second to understand my intentions, but then she flashes the biggest dirty slut smile when she looks at my cock.
"I want you to have your breakfast, beautiful." I slap my length against her face, and she laughs, grabbing it with both hands and starting a slow caress. "You’d better hurry, good wife. Your husband is coming, and he’ll want his own coffee."
She presses me against her lips and sucks hard.
I grab her hair in one hand and force her to swallow every inch of me.
She chokes.
"You're too big, I can't."
I roll my eyes at his freshness.
"It's only twenty inches, heart." I argue, knowing it's possible. That bitch Pryia put it in her mouth several times without protest. Mel. She can too."
I touch her cheek to motivate her, stroking it so that she purrs like a cat. She tries one more time, but she fumbles, chokes, and almost takes a piece of my most precious possession.
The woman pulls down the straps of her nightgown, gathers the two mounds around my cock, and starts rubbing the soft, tempting flesh of her breasts, giving me the vision that I need to forget the incident and go back to where I started. My hand goes back to her hair, and I order her to lick the head at the same time as she milks me with her extra G breasts. When I reach the climax and my special liquid comes out, I make her swallow it all without mercy.
"It's been a pleasure, darling."
I gather up all my clothes and get dressed in record time. I don't want to mess with anyone's husband, and I have my own problems to solve.
One, actually.
Pryia.
My clingy, lying ex.
"Aren't you forgetting something, darling?"
I peek over my shoulder and find the woman still with her breasts out, her lips swollen by the thickness of my cock, and sigh. Time to be a son of a bitch.
"Thank you?"
Her gaze tightens.
Here we go.
"Sorry, I should have said before that I don't do oral."
The woman's eyes widen, and I notice that they're greenish. I just don't get horny sucking a woman. I prefer to get straight to the point.
"You're a selfish asshole, you know that?" she attacks, and I finish putting on my shirt.
"I knew, but it's not like you're an unforgettable fuck. You'd better stay with your husband because a man who marries a woman who can't give oral is a saint."
"He's much better than you!"
I smile.
"Is that why you let me fuck you in his bed?"
Her mouth opens, but no words come out. No arguments.
"Good. I think that's my cue. It was a pleasure. Your breasts are wonderful, I'm really going to keep them in my memory."
I blink, and she makes a disgusted sound, showing her middle finger.
How childish.
"Pryia was right to break up with you."
I was already at the door when she spoke, and I don't know why— in fact, I know. Her. Always her. My fucking ex. Anyway, I spun on my heels and lunged at the woman, grabbing her by the neck and seeing everything red. The kitten has messed with the wrong dog. I don't usually just bark.
"Wrong game, beautiful."
I press harder. I'm sure it will leave a mark, and her good husband will notice.
"Don't speak that bitch's name!"
"My husband is a police officer," she mumbles with difficulty, already starting to turn red.
I want to laugh at her frightened face. What does she think? That she's going to scare me by telling me that her husband knows how to use a gun?
"And? My mother is a judge."
I confess, pulling out the card I rarely use, but it's better than exposing my secret identity. The bitch must have really pissed me off. I squeeze her neck tighter, smiling when she coughs and tries to take a deep breath. I use my free hand to hold her nose and see her lips start to turn purple.
I release her grip and kiss her forehead.
She coughs, cringing at my touch.
"Be careful."
I stride out of the apartment, taking care to check the corridor before leaving completely. Fortunately, the building doesn't seem to have any cameras. Searching for my phone in my back pocket, I find the white gold chain I ripped off my ex-girlfriend's neck after our tenth fight this month.
Fuck that.
I stuff it back into my pants pocket and take out my cell phone. The first thing I do is check the messages to see if the bitch has repented and sent me an apology, but I can't find anything. Anger consumes me, mainly because I was dying to tell her to her face that I had another woman last night. She must be trying to play hard to get so that I'm the only one running after her.
It's not going to happen.
I go to my dad's messages and type in that Morgana, my younger sister, is fine, which prompts me to send her a message and ask the same question.
She's not a child.
I say to myself, but I call Vincent and ask him to come by my apartment and check her out. Teenagers are annoying and like to play tricks, even though the brat spends most of her time with her face buried in books, I don't trust her. Not to mention that I'm responsible for her for another month, so I need to make sure she's not pregnant when our parents get back. I open the guys' group, it's called birds of prey and for all intents and purposes, it's a motivational messaging group I send the eagle picture, which is our code for asking for verification. Timmy sends another, a glass full of water which means everything is fine, but then he types: I want to suck ice cream. Which means the boss wants to talk to me.
I put my phone back in my pocket and press the elevator button. A few minutes and the doors open, a man comes out, waves and follows the same path I took to get here. I wonder... ? I wait for him to walk away and stretch my neck, catching him as he enters the same apartment I left. Time to go. Cuckold. Will the lunatic decide to confess the horn she put in her husband and will the wretch come after me? I can't go to jail, but I won't run away from the fight. I bet I didn't get here with my car, so I ask the person in charge at the gate where I can get a cab and go straight home. My mobile beeps as soon as I cross the threshold, I tap on the message without looking at the sender and freeze in the middle of the room when I realize who it belongs to.DAVINAThe sweet smell of the strawberry sauce Grandma made is still strong when I walk into the kitchen, despite everything being clean and disinfected. She said that this is a special cake, because it is part of a large order that she received, and that the money would be used to rent a commercial space to start her bakery. Like an ant after candy, I follow my favorite scent until I trace the clear plastic container, emblazoned with your unique brand logo. That I made myself on my cell phone, on the marble bench that separates the part with the stove from the table we use for meals. I ask the exaggerated pink bow she puts on all her orders, and I read the name written in icing on top of the cake.Pryia.The middle sister of the owner of the hill.I knew she was having a birthday today, I was woken up by the fireworks display that her brother organized exclusively for today, but I didn't know that it was Grandma who was preparing all the sweets and cake, I thought that the order she
DAVINA"Are you crying."It wasn't a question, yet I denied it."I have to go. " I said as soon as I received the rest of the money."I know you, Davina " Timmy gripped my arm gently but hard enough to make me stop and look at him." Your impression. I muttered, already regretting having asked for his help.""I doubt.""We were friends, remember? I know every part of you. " One of the guys who was passing by and overheard the last bit of the conversation, let go The lascivious laughter, whistling and joking. I get angry and pull the arm.Without looking back, I leave Timmy talking to himself. Got enough shit in my truck to worry about your feelings today, who knows, never. I go down the slope running, almost tripping over half a dozen balls of plastic scattered across the floor, balancing me at the last second."It has to be Davina "one of the boys growls, I think it's the son of a bitch madam Sirilla, the grocery box where grandma buys most of her ingredients. I shoot him a look that
GUTEMBERG (Ghost) Every government has laws. Every crime has a purpose. Every society has rules. It's pure logic, we're just so obsessed with the idea of freedom that we don't see the obvious. We are still the same. Turns out it's so much more, It's easy to pretend there's no control. The laws in the criminal world are simple, but here there is a crown, a prickly and bloody, an ammo belt under the head, and each decision is minimally thought out to cause the smallest impact. Which also means that the king's orders must be obeyed. I clear my throat, scratching the back of my neck as Timmy cleans his pistol. As if last night never existed. "Are you well?"he asks with a smile provocative on the lips, glad enough to make me opine how many times has he participated in torture. Many must be the answer. For someone like Timmy, born and raised in the community, episodes of violence come naturally. But no for me. I try not to look like I'm about to puke just looking at all the blood al
GUTEMBERGI slide the gate bolt slowly, checking over my shoulder to see if any lights have come on since I locked the front door, when I realize they haven't, I let out a sigh of relief and look down. I stare at my bare, dirty feet, then scenes from last night explode inside my head and the smell of blood hits me.The blood is stuck to my clothes and skin, a clear note of what I've done.In my right hand, my phone vibrates non-stop.I crush the urge to answer the call and throw the device away, it hits the wall and falls to the floor.My parents have an important place in society, a place inherited from my father's family, a place my mother will never relinquish, a position I have never had the option of denying. To all the important people in San Diego, I am Gutemberg Ramsey, a promising lawyer with a penchant for dangerous sports, fast romances and a born activist. To the underprivileged part of West City, a place we call the Hill, I'm the right-hand man of the local drug dealer.Mi
DAVINAThe blanket I chose earlier today, the same one I've been using since I was thirteen and welcomed as a favorite after Grandma confessed that she sewed it herself, barely covers the bed, leaving a third of the mattress exposed. The thing is, I refuse to change the blanket and get a new one.Even with the bedroom door locked, I can hear my parents arguing, every day they find a new reason to fight, even if the reason is something silly like leaving the orange peel in the sink. It's nonsense, we all know that Mom blames Dad for Pryia's departure. Another piece of nonsense. My sister has always hated this place and was going to leave sooner or later, it just happened to be soon enough to drive Mom crazy.I throw myself back on the bed, drowning among the lined pillows. My sister used to tease me about this as a child, pointing out how strange I was for having so many pillows around me that there was no room left for me on the mattress.The memory makes me look away, at her empty, t
DAVINA'' Mrs. Carter? One minute, please.''I freeze in place, my breathing wavering when I hear his footsteps behind me.He shouldn't be talking to me here, not when we're alone. Someone might notice.'' What? '' I ask, but my voice is so low and hoarse that it's more like a grunt.Tom looks around before closing the distance between us, then when he's sure there's no one near, his fingers touch my cheek and lips.'' I missed you this weekend." His tone is sweet, so sweet that I want to smile, but I can't. He and I aren't going to happen anymore. It's not going to happen anymore.'' And your fiancée? '' a wrinkle appears between his eyebrows and his body tenses, but all he does is shake his head. I still hoped he would deny it.'' I don't love her.'''' She's expecting you, baby. '' I accuse, pulling away from his touch.'' Yes, she set me up. I'm going to marry her just to give my daughter a family. ''I wrinkle my nose.'' Fine, then go back to her and stay away from me.'''' No,
GUTEMBERGMy eyes flick towards Timmy and I focus on the tattoo on his neck, it's just a number, an eight, but he's never explained the meaning to anyone. The two of us are having yet another argument over it, his little protégé and my newest obsession.If he only knew what I know about his little darling."You're the one who keeps talking about her. "I reply, and his jaw clenches. He's one step away from hitting me in the face, the only thing stopping him is his weakened state.I was having fun with our little debate until he started talking about my other name, not the real one, the one no one here should hear."Shut the fuck up! There is no Phantom here, only Gutemberg." Remember that, no one can know about my other life.I'm sure he can see that he's crossed a line, but there will be no apologies. I can see in his eyes that he will do anything to get me away from Davina, including blackmailing me. Likewise, I need to think about all my future steps from here. I still want to make
DAVINA I shouldn't drink. At least, I shouldn't drink anything alcoholic before I was the right age. The thing is, I needed a drink. A lot. The conversation I had with Timmy three days ago in hospital both terrified me and created a certain hope, which is crazy, since he made me promise to stay away from Gutemberg Ramsey under threat, yes, Gutemberg Ramsey, I say his full name because he's not there, in fact, I've repeated his name countless times since I found out, and I don't intend to stop. He could also be a Ghost, considering I'd never seen him before that day in the hospital, and I've never been so scared in someone's presence. Scared and on all fours. I nearly had a heart attack when he opened the bedroom door and I fell to my knees on the floor in the most humiliating position. Urgh. Unbelievable. I rest my eyes on the three blinking dots on the cell phone Sissy has been typing on since I told her about my sister's ex leading a double life. I wasn't sure I was going to t
DAVINAI was trying to keep my composure, but the way Gutemberg was looking at me was getting on my nerves. It was that look that said he knew something I didn’t. Something he was keeping from me, and that irritated me even more. So when he finally opened his mouth, I already knew something bad was coming.“What?” he asked, with that mocking tone that made my patience evaporate. “Do you think Midnight is going to invite you for afternoon tea if you keep bringing him cake?”My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“What are you talking about?” I spat, crossing my arms.He shrugged, that crooked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes seemed… upset? No. That was impossible. Gutemberg didn’t get u
DAVINAThe clock seemed to mock my lack of patience. The last lesson of the day always dragged on, but today, every second seemed like an eternity. It wasn't the teacher's fault, he did his best to keep us interested, but the persistent feeling of being watched took my focus away.Especially as I knew where the stares were coming from.Tom.I pretended not to notice, but his stares were obvious, even if he tried to be discreet. Every time he thought I wasn't looking, there he was, staring. Before, it would have made me blush. Today, it just made the blood boil in my veins.He had the audacity to stare at me like that while still reposting happy photos with his pregnant fiancée on social media. “Our family is growing,” read the caption on her latest post.I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending the lesson. Finally. I gathered my things in a hurry, sensing that he would try to talk to me again. He's been trying all week. Two weeks ago, when he came with his mask of sympat
DAVINA"You shouldn't be here!" Gutemberg spoke, his jaw locked and his voice deadly, the kind of tone that makes the back of your neck shiver.I blinked, completely bewildered. I hadn't seen him for a month, and now he was standing there, on Midnight's doorstep, looking more sullen and menacing than ever."I...," the words just disappeared from my mouth. "I just... brought a cake."Great, Davina. That'll definitely make things less awkward.Gutemberg arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Midnight appeared behind him, as if to summon him with a thought."You brought it," he said, pushing Gutemberg aside nonchalantly. His half-lidded eyes ran over me, from the cake in my hands to my face. It was almost as if he was too lazy to deal with me but still curious enough not to dismiss me."Is that strawberry in there?" Midnight asked, pointing with his chin at the cake.I shook my head quickly, holding the cake tighter."No. It's chocolate with nuts."But I should have added s
DAVINAThe smell of forgotten clothes and a light, aged floral perfume hung in the air. My mother was in bed, motionless, as if time had stopped for her. Her eyes were open but empty, fixed on the ceiling. The room was plunged into darkness. The thick curtains blocked out the sunlight that insistently tried to come through the windows."Mom..." My voice sounded softer than I had intended, almost like a plea. I entered the room carefully, like someone invading a broken shrine. It's been a month. Thirty long, suffocating days since we lost Dad.She didn't answer. She didn't even blink.I approached the bed, leaning over to meet her gaze."I know it hurts, but... I'm here too, Mom. I need you." My eyes began to sting, but I held back the tears. Someone had to be strong.Again, silence.I sighed, running my hand over my face. Every day, the hope of bringing her back seemed to diminish. It was as if Dad's death had taken her soul with it, leaving only her body behind. I turned to the small
DAVINAWe were on the bed, facing each other. Timmy was leaning on his hands, one on either side of me, as if he didn't want to invade my space, but couldn't move away.Good.I didn't want him to move away.His breathing was slow but heavy, and his eyes wouldn't leave mine. I could say the same about myself, but it wasn't true; my breathing was frantic, as was my pulse.He lowered his head, bringing his face close to mine. His eyes roamed over my face as if he wanted to memorize every detail. Then, without warning, he kissed my forehead, then down to my collarbone, his lips warm against my skin. My whole body reacted to that touch, a shiver running down my spine, then my arms, legs, fingertips.Little shocks."You're so beautiful," he whispered, the husky, deep sound of his voice making me close my eyes for a moment. "And I love your perfume."I opened my eyes and looked at him, smiling a little."It's moisturizing." His eyes were squeezed shut, like when you wake up and can't cope wi
DAVINATimmy was kissing me with a fervor I had never imagined he was capable of, and, in a matter of seconds, he took my tongue, stole my breath, and everything around him disappeared.My monster.That's what he said, isn't it? That he was my monster. The only one I could ever have.But what did that mean? My best friend didn't ask permission, there was no room for any hesitation. He simply took, demanded and stole what he wanted, as if he were consuming me, and I didn't want to resist that wave of intensity. His fingers touched all the right places, making me lose track of what was real and what was repressed desire. Something inside me wanted him not to stop.His hands squeezed my waist even tighter, holding me prisoner in a relentless kiss where he took more than I was ready to give. And when he finally pulled away, his breath still hot against my skin, his eyes were filled with an insane possessiveness, as if he had finally taken something that rightfully belonged to him.And, i
DAVINAMidnight opened the door and, before I could ask another question or try to understand what was going on, he was already leaving. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and silence overtook the kitchen.I stood there in the same spot, trying to process everything that had happened. I still didn't know what he really wanted, but what he had just suggested seemed ridiculous, even absurd. Cake? He couldn't be serious. But there was something in his tone, something in the way he spoke that made me feel that he really wasn't joking.I looked down at my hands, my fingers still trembling slightly, as if I could touch what he had just left behind. He gave me a task, something to do, but at the same time he treated me as if he were... controlling me. I didn't know what to think, and every second that passed made me feel more lost. What the hell did he want?The knock on the door made me jump, still lost in the thoughts that were piling up in my head. Is he back? I tried not to fo
DAVINAMy anger was about to consume me completely, and he was doing it to me. He was doing it while his expression remained calm, while his breathing was unchanged. How could he? My teeth were clenched, my heart pounding, the urge to put my hands on his thick neck and squeeze until he couldn't breathe anymore growing. His every word sounded like an insult."You have no right!" I shouted, my voice shaking with anger. "You can't make Gutemberg give up!"He looked at me, smiling slightly, but his gaze was serious, impassive."Why?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, as if trying to understand my resistance. As if it were a game, something easy to solve.Those words exploded in my mind before I could control them:"Because he owes me!" My voice came out firm, but my anger didn't subside.Midnight kept his gaze fixed on me, but didn't respond immediately. Instead, he let out a sigh, as if he were sharing a weight he'd been carrying for a while."That's not true, is it?" His voice became lower,
DAVINAThe smell of chocolate still hung in the air as I looked at the cake on the counter. The syrup ran smoothly down the sides, forming a sweet puddle on the plate. It was an attempt to make the day less heavy, but not even the taste of the cake could dispel the cloud of tension that surrounded me. The muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway made my heart race. I glanced at my mother's bedroom door, as if I could guarantee her safety with just one look.She's asleep, I thought. She's taken enough of a tranquilizer to make her sleep until tomorrow night.The knock on the door froze me. Three firm knocks, spaced apart.It's late, who would come here?My first thought was KJ. He wouldn't hesitate to show up at my house, not after what he'd done to my father. The man had the gall to go to the funeral, a cold smile on his face, as if we were pawns in a game he controlled. But what does he want now?I swallowed and reached fo