Chapter Two.
AZAEL BLACKWELL.
The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine. -Do you like it?The girl's voice brought me out of my thoughts, I nodded, I didn't want to hear her speak, I didn't want her to interrupt that beautiful and exquisite fantasy I put together in my mind.After half an hour, of moaning her name and imagining her face, I let myself go, ecstasy embraced every part of my being, and try as I might, I could not be satisfied.
Under the artificial rain of the shower, the water falling on my body, the emerald-eyed girl left before I asked her to, after a few drinks and a quick fuck, she left, and it's because, she knows very well how I function.Amanda, Amanda, Amanda... Why is it so hard to get you out of my head? Months ago I went to that coffee shop where she works, and when her light blue eyes met mine, I knew immediately that she would be for me, I moved my contacts to get her complete information, to know where she lived and what she did, she became a stranger who knew very well how to move the armor of my being, and I will claim her as mine, that's more than decided. In my thirty years of life, surrounded by so much money and knowing countless women who meet the standards of perfection, I never took myself with a face full of innocence, a voice so subtle and a huge long hair like hers, the beautiful Amanda, my Amanda.Pouring myself a glass of brandy and sitting on the divan that was located in the corner of my room, I remembered every part of her, and is that, how a simple girl I saw months ago produces me all this? Why my heart beats so fast when I see her through the tinted windows? Why knowing and having everything I want I have noticed a girl who does not seem to care a damn?Tomorrow I'll go to see her, and tomorrow will be the last day where a huge inn does not separate, my days in Seattle are over, I have to go back to Russia, to catch up on a million things. Being the successor of the red mafia is not easy, not a bit easy.
A year ago I came to the United States, to sign treaties with them, create export routes and solidify my companies, ones that, I elaborated very well, to make sure they are the perfect disguise for each of the detours, beyond a disguise, I turned them into little money machines that make me richer and richer. But, already my mission is accomplished, I must return to my country, I must catch up with the bratva and a myriad of things, but, I am not willing to return without that girl, not when she occupies my thoughts most of the time. I could have taken her before, I could have done things from my impulsiveness and I would have made her mine for a long time, but, life has taught me to be logical, and I came to this land for the growth of my business, I can't make a citizen disappear and hold her hostage, in fact, I have better plans for her. Tomorrow my flight will leave at three o'clock in the afternoon, her workday on Thursdays ends at noon, she always works a half shift that specific day, and on the way from the cafeteria to her university, it will be enough for me to take her and bring her with me, and bingo! My greatest wish would be fulfilled.Maybe it is an obsession, I have never experienced it, always, since I took on the role of boss when I was so young, barely twenty years old, I saw women as something fleeting, occasional lovers who satisfied my thirst for pleasure in moments, and then, like shooting stars, they disappeared, because I told them to.
My heart has never been hypnotized by any other woman, not until now, and that is something completely new to me.Every morning I go to see her, order a strong coffee, look at her through my dark glasses, and she sometimes looks at me out of the corner of her eye. For me, her uniform, her eyes, her long hair are a visual delight. All of her is, she is a muse, one who, has been able to create great scenarios in my head. I smiled, tomorrow I would have her, and she would be mine, totally mine.CHAPTER THREE. AMANDA JOHNSON. It's ten o'clock in the morning, the cafeteria is crowded and people keep chattering, despite having a lot of work to do, my mind can't stop thinking about one thing. I'm alone now, fucking alone. Katherine left last night, with Steve, her rickety boyfriend with the scary curly hair. She decided to live in my father's luxurious mansion, from the man who denied my mother help, companionship, loyalty, absolutely everything. But, at the end of the day, I don't hate anyone, I just want them a million feet away from me. -The handsome gentleman at table six is ordering his sandwich with double cheese and strong coffee, can you take it to him? I nodded and took the tray, Hannah usually jokes with our frequent customer, one who, always tends to come in at this time of the morning ordering the same thing.-Good morning, here is your order, I hope you are satisfied.-Thank you, A
CHAPTER FOUR. AMANDA JOHNSON. The clock already struck twenty minutes past twelve, I put on my black leather boots and grabbed my things from the small locker in the employee's room, I'm exhausted, I'm not in the mood to go to college, and no, it's not because of work. It's because of my family, one that has hurt me more than it has loved me. I blinked several times until the tears in my eyes disappeared, ones that reminded me how full my heart was of frustration and anger, ones that some cold day or some lonely night, would end up taking my breath away and lead me to that place full of peace that my soul longed for so much.I left the cafeteria, not wanting to say goodbye to anyone, not wanting Dustin to notice my vulnerability, not wanting Gina to make fun of me, and, most of all, not wanting to worry Hannah. As I walked towards the university, my mind began to betray me, bringing up every single moment my family h
CHAPTER FIVE. AZAEL BLACKWELL. Amanda was still not awake, her long eyelashes decorated her pale face, and her breathing was so low that I would wake up every now and then to make sure she was really breathing.I looked at my watch, it was about eight hours until we landed in Moscow, and I think, that's the worst part, the long and stressful journey. A normal person, sits back, enjoys the altitude and takes advantage of the long time to rest, after all, who doesn't like an eleven hour sleep? But, that's definitely not my case.I like to think, I like to put my thoughts in order, but, anxiety has become my greatest enemy during all these years, since my father's murder, since I was forced to be a man while still a teenager of barely sixteen, indeed, my journey has not been a pleasant one, let alone easy, it has been a martyr, but, why am I going to immerse myself in that? It makes no sense anymore, life is what it is, a danc
Chapter One. AMANDA JONHSON. The dew descending from the sky moistly caressed my face, Seattle weather is usually quite predictable, and at times quite depressing, it always tends to go perfectly well with my mood, one that, lately makes me feel as if I'm trapped in a low frequency spiral. I looked at the road, many cars were coming and going in opposite directions, it was seven o'clock at night, dressed in a huge scarf, my breath leaves its mark in the cold air and I'm trying not to cry, not to curse and not to run until one of those cars runs over me and makes me lose track of this harsh reality, one that I don't think I'm able to bear anymore. -Amanda, you should go inside, it's very cold, you might catch the flu. Katherine's voice pulled me completely out of the foggy thoughts that I was completely cowering in, I sniffled my nose and blinked a couple of times before turning around, I didn't want her to se
CHAPTER FIVE. AZAEL BLACKWELL. Amanda was still not awake, her long eyelashes decorated her pale face, and her breathing was so low that I would wake up every now and then to make sure she was really breathing.I looked at my watch, it was about eight hours until we landed in Moscow, and I think, that's the worst part, the long and stressful journey. A normal person, sits back, enjoys the altitude and takes advantage of the long time to rest, after all, who doesn't like an eleven hour sleep? But, that's definitely not my case.I like to think, I like to put my thoughts in order, but, anxiety has become my greatest enemy during all these years, since my father's murder, since I was forced to be a man while still a teenager of barely sixteen, indeed, my journey has not been a pleasant one, let alone easy, it has been a martyr, but, why am I going to immerse myself in that? It makes no sense anymore, life is what it is, a danc
CHAPTER FOUR. AMANDA JOHNSON. The clock already struck twenty minutes past twelve, I put on my black leather boots and grabbed my things from the small locker in the employee's room, I'm exhausted, I'm not in the mood to go to college, and no, it's not because of work. It's because of my family, one that has hurt me more than it has loved me. I blinked several times until the tears in my eyes disappeared, ones that reminded me how full my heart was of frustration and anger, ones that some cold day or some lonely night, would end up taking my breath away and lead me to that place full of peace that my soul longed for so much.I left the cafeteria, not wanting to say goodbye to anyone, not wanting Dustin to notice my vulnerability, not wanting Gina to make fun of me, and, most of all, not wanting to worry Hannah. As I walked towards the university, my mind began to betray me, bringing up every single moment my family h
CHAPTER THREE. AMANDA JOHNSON. It's ten o'clock in the morning, the cafeteria is crowded and people keep chattering, despite having a lot of work to do, my mind can't stop thinking about one thing. I'm alone now, fucking alone. Katherine left last night, with Steve, her rickety boyfriend with the scary curly hair. She decided to live in my father's luxurious mansion, from the man who denied my mother help, companionship, loyalty, absolutely everything. But, at the end of the day, I don't hate anyone, I just want them a million feet away from me. -The handsome gentleman at table six is ordering his sandwich with double cheese and strong coffee, can you take it to him? I nodded and took the tray, Hannah usually jokes with our frequent customer, one who, always tends to come in at this time of the morning ordering the same thing.-Good morning, here is your order, I hope you are satisfied.-Thank you, A
Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine. -Do you like it?The girl's voice brought me out of my thoughts, I nodded, I didn't want to hear her speak, I didn't want her to interrupt that beautiful and exquisite fantasy I put together in my mind. After half an hour, of moaning her name and imagining her face, I let myself go, ecstasy embraced every part of my being, and try as I might, I could not be satisfied. Under the artificial rain of the shower, the water falling on my body, the emerald-eyed girl left before I asked her
Chapter One. AMANDA JONHSON. The dew descending from the sky moistly caressed my face, Seattle weather is usually quite predictable, and at times quite depressing, it always tends to go perfectly well with my mood, one that, lately makes me feel as if I'm trapped in a low frequency spiral. I looked at the road, many cars were coming and going in opposite directions, it was seven o'clock at night, dressed in a huge scarf, my breath leaves its mark in the cold air and I'm trying not to cry, not to curse and not to run until one of those cars runs over me and makes me lose track of this harsh reality, one that I don't think I'm able to bear anymore. -Amanda, you should go inside, it's very cold, you might catch the flu. Katherine's voice pulled me completely out of the foggy thoughts that I was completely cowering in, I sniffled my nose and blinked a couple of times before turning around, I didn't want her to se