Dear Reader
Thank you for reading the book called, Dancing With Fate.Dancing With Fate was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form.The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended.Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published.Let me know what you think, of Dancing With Fate.Happy reading, Tatum Whispers*************************
There must be something wrong with a grown man that gets excited as he is just about to have sex, not the horny hard-on part of the excitement but knowing that he is about to have sex with the woman he is in love with.
In saying this I am forced for one second to stop and just analyze what I said, a few words jump right out and kinda bring an awkward but a good-awkward smile to my face. I am excited to have sex, in fact, actual
A thin sheen of sweat builds and cools my skin as I watch her. My heart is racing, and it feels that I might have a heart attack. Every one of my senses is heightened. Then she leans forward and licks my bottom lip; I near crash and die. I reach for her hips, but she captures my wrists and places them back next to me. “No touching, Mr. DeCarlo.” She grins as she stands in front of me, still gyrating and never breaking eye contact. She turns her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her hair with it until it drops. She slowly turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Hey,” she says. “I said, no touching.” Well, she is referring to the fact that I have my pants open, and I was fisting my cock like my life was at stake. “Baby girl, I could cut glass with this thing.” She crosses her arms, gives me a sexy smirk, and raises an eyebrow. “Do you want me to stop?” “No.” I
The next morning I wake up and she is fast asleep in my arms. She is so damn beautiful, I realize then that there is a creeping feeling, a feeling that I don't want to let go of. Before I could even consider it more her beautiful eyes light up. “Morning gorgeous.” “Morning baby girl.” “So I guess we are okay with that word.” “I guess we are.” “In that case, it is good to wake up to your face baby.” “I love the way you say that.” I roll my body on top of hers and pin her down between my arms. “I know you are trying your hardest not to just grab me and fuck me,” she says as she presses her lips gently against mine. “Whatever gave you that idea?” “It's hard and pressing against my thigh.” “That is just me happy to see you.” “Trayton that is fucking bad.” “What?” “That damn awful crap that you just said.” “I am struggling to think with you between my legs.” “Why don't you just
What does a man like me do when he changes, does he lose himself, or does he just lose parts of him that no longer exist, the parts that were bad, but not all parts were bad, at least that is what I believe. Yesterday was amazing, but how do I do this, what happens past the kissing and fucking. I don’t know, I have never been here. I have never liked a woman so much that I want to spend all my time with her, I have never felt that incredible feeling that I feel in my guts when I am around her. How long does this last, does it last forever. How do I let her into my life, let her into my life she knows nothing about. How do I tell her who I really am? But just before my thoughts consume me, I am ripped away by Dominic’s voice, “Glad to see you have some clothes on this morning.” “If I was you I'd keep my mouth shut.” “I think it's more like you keeping it shut with all that moaning.” “If you don't keep it shut you will be moaning.”
I never used to care for sharing myself and sharing my life. Sharing secrets or telling lies. I did it how I want to do it when I want to do it, say it how I want to say it, and play it how I want to play it. I had a good mind for business and an even better head for having fun and getting pleasure, not referring to that head you will find upon my shoulders. I did not have to lie and I have not lied to either. The way I see it, I have not blatantly lied to Ava, she has not asked what it is that I do. I have not had to tell her nor tell her a lie either. I have asked her what these things are that she does and she has been avoiding the answer. My blood is starting to boil as I turn my attention to Dominic, “Dominic have you heard anything from Emma?” “Not a fucking word and you?” “I have heard nothing from Ava either.” “Do you think they are fucking around?” “I swear if she is with another fucking man then the shit is gonna be loose.”
Women are damn confusing and so are relationships. You have to work at both and you have to work really hard. Things have always come easy to me, why can't this, why can't I just get what I want. How much should you give before you get in return? The more you give away of yourself the lesser man you become. This brings me to another word. Unreasonable. That is probably the best way to describe how I acting. I have never been unreasonable in business or in life, at least that is how I feel. There might be a string of women who think far otherwise and now I can add Ava to this list. But it is time to push Ava to the side of my mind, and it seems to be Joseph that rips my thought back to the present as he can barely contain his excitement, “Fuck I can't wait to see some pussy in my face.” I only but shake my head at him, “You do get how sick that sounds.” “Since when do you care how we talk about women?” “Since I dated one for almost a month.”
So I have landed my ass in a shower on a stage with a stripper. From what I saw, her body is hot as fuck, but that does not even compare to what her touch feels like. She is fuelling a fire that is being fuelled by the wrong woman. The song starts fading out, and another comes in, meaning that my shower experience is not done yet. Her hands move to my waist, and she lets them linger there; just knowing that she is so close to my cock makes my body tremble. Then the girl speaks, “You can take your blindfold off now.” “What?” “I said, you can take your blindfold off now.” “Ava!” “Hey baby.” Shocked does not come close to what I am feeling. I am still deciding if I am turned on or pissed off. She is looking so damn good standing there in only a bikini bottom with the water dripping down every inch of her exposed skin. “Fuck Ava what are you doing here?” “Standing naked in a shower on a stage with my ex-boyfri
So what can I say? I have fallen in love with a stripper. I don't know if it is a cliche or if I am just lucky. It is damn hot, the things that she can do with her body up on that pole; I get a hard-on just thinking about it. Needless to say, I am not mad at her; in fact, we are back together again. She is still fast asleep, curled up next to me. It feels all so fuzzy and warm; I can easily stare at her the whole day. “Why are you staring at me with that stupid smirk on your face?” The smile on my face only but grows wider as I pull her closer, “I don't have a stupid smirk on my face.” “Then what is it.” “A crooked smile.” “You such a dumb ass.” “Do you want to go for breakfast somewhere?” “Okay, what have you done to Trayton?” “Whacked his ass and buried him in the garden.” “That is not funny.” “I think it is.” “Then I think you sick.” “Seriously now, do you?” “Okay
I think I have a problem; I can play it safe and hurt Ava or bare myself completely naked and possibly hurt myself. For now, I will play it safe until I figure out what to do with the rest. But I have just realized something else, with my experience with women in the past, this has never happened, I never thought it would happen, and now that it has, I don't know what to do with it either. She can sense that something is up with me, but she does not say a word. In a way, this is a good way to get to know each other without the sex. I am sure she sees that I am trying. We head on into the Bistro where we are greeted by the waitress, “Hey Trayton, it is good to see you again. Table for two?” “Yes, thank you, Tina.” We are seated at the table, and I can see there is a burning question on her face so I decide to put her out of her misery, “I know what you are thinking, and we did not.” “What did you not do?” “Fuck her.”
In front of me is my wife for little less than two hours now, there is tears that are dropping like waterfalls down her cheeks. She is deeply pained and I understand it, she is being faced with me going away for a very long time and leaving her and the baby bugs alone. If I was the old Trayton, then I would say what the fuck I will go do the time. But no, this is my life, for once I am really truly happy and now it is threatened to be taken away.The way I see it, we have three options here. I either go to jail and see my baby bugs when they are teenagers, or I kill someone else to hide away who we killed now, or someone else takes the fall. Which three of thes
This must be an awful nightmare. Am I seriously getting arrested at my own wedding? Someone better kick me and tell me this is one fucked up joke. I can seriously not be getting arrested at my own wedding. Who did I murder? Stupid question, more like which one I did murder. How would they even know?But I am afraid it is not a joke because they are coming closer and they sure do have a set of handcuffs in their hand. There is a damn room full of assassins and mafia bosses, why the fuck can't they arrest one of them. Ava is going to kill me even before I get locked up.But hey, maybe I should act dumb and they will think they have the wrong man.Trayton ~”Sorry but you need to repeat that.”Samuel Burns ~”We said you are under arrest Mr DeCarlo.”Trayton ~”You do see that I am busy
Loosing something you never had might sound easy but it is hard to let go if you knew that it could have been something good.Ava will never know what it would feel like to have a brother again. Is she hurting? More than she will ever admit. What gives her comfort is to be reunited with the rest of her family.Her sister has just presented us with a letter that Adam wrote before the dreadful tragedy. Ava e
There is a lot that you can say about a man that has it all. Some of it was good and some of it was bad. A man that had it all did not have to ask, he took. He did not want, but demanded. He had the right to everything before it was even given. He never had to choose, he never had to wait. He worked hard and played even harder. He lived on the edge, there was nothing he feared. He dominated everything and everybody. He was a god in his world.That was Trayton DeCarlo.
I can still remember that day she proposed to me. But let’s not forget about my failed attempt to propose to her. Or should we maybe say our poor attempts to go out for dinner. We both did not know much about love, how to do it and how to act it. We both know we felt it but were too scared to even say it. If I recall I had that little habit of telling her in her sleep. Well look at us now. We don't doubt our love, we are just not sure when to unite it.Trayton ~”Baby girl I think I have had a few tiny little heart attacks. Please let a man out of his misery.”
I have never been one to overlook small details. After all it is small details that can get you in a heap of trouble. The kind of trouble we find ourselves in. But then how would you know if somebody else was following the one that is following you. That just makes it pure coincidence, something you can never expect.There is no time to think of what we could have done better now. All we need to do is get ourselves out of this mess.
With every choice you make in life there comes that moment where you have the time stop and think if this is really what you want to do. That split second that will determine between what is right or what is wrong. That moment that will define who you are and the path your life is going to take.If there is any time then now is the right time to pull out of this. I can pull the plug and we can drive this car home. But I would also be disappointing a friend, a brother but most importantly one mean ass mafia boss. Do I want to secure a future of wealth and no need to want for my family or do I want to create a life of fear and constantly running and hiding in corners?I need to decide because I either finish this sentence or take a man's life or I drive off and hope I get home before Jackson comes after me.Anthony ~”Sorry Trayton but I did not hear that.”
How far are you willing to go for a friend? A friend that is like a brother but a friend that is also your boss, the Mafia Boss, Jackson D'Angelo.If there is something I have learned in all these years then it is never to cross Jackson. If you cross him it better be in a good way. There is one thing you just don't do and that is piss the biggest boss in the business off.My first job for him is simple, take his underboss out and then I will take his place. But that is not the sole reason, Anthony burst through and when I say burst through, he literally kicked the bathroom door down one day while Jackson and Kayley were fighting. And now Kayley, the bad ass Mafia Queen wants him gone.But this would not be happening if Anthony was still with his girl Danny. See Danny just had her own little baby boy. They all thought that it was Anthony's but in one hot as argument it came out th
Today is the big day, it is one of those days, one of those moments that you just know is going to change your life forever. Change does not come easy, I have never been known as someone that sits well with change. It is not that I don't embrace it, it is just one of my least pleasurable experiences.The entire house is a buzz this morning. My mom is desperately running after an overexcited Ava to calm her down. The boys are all in the kitchen having their coffee, not the least bit fazed by all the commotion in the house. And me, I am trying to be useful somewhere but not succeeding.