MICHAEL"I knew that this is a trap," I heard Natasha say as we sat alone in a restaurant I paid the whole hour just to have her myself.She's slicing the steak on her plate as if she's cutting someone's throat and gnawing the meat a little harshly.Ever since I set a rule, I can't help but keep my grin to myself. I know that on our way here, she had a lot to say, but her fear of being kissed in public held her back.My wife is so fun."When I first came here to London, this is the first restaurant I visited. And they have the best steak here," I told her as if we're adults trying to keep this late lunch alive.She sits there like a terror woman who kills with just a glare."Remember our rule, Ms. Kaufman?" I reminded her, and her eyes narrowed even more."I haven't said anything yet, sir, and I believe that I'm being polite the whole time." Her sharp tongue must have been blunt. She's keeping herself from talking inappropriately to me.I have this feeling that her eyes must be hurtin
NATASHAThings happened in a blur as we ended up in bed without any clothes on.I'm overwhelmed, struggling to breathe. His addictive kisses are suffocating me, clouding my thoughts, and leaving me unable to think straight.I know I promised myself not to let my guard down, yet here I am, under his dominance, being ravished.On his lips, I moaned as his hand found my sensitive clit. It tickled and made me tremble.Before we reached the bed, he had me coming more than a couple times, leaving me spent but still wanting for more of him.I admit that I miss this, his touch, his lips. But the pain is still in my heart, the fear of betrayal haunting my thoughts.Gasping for air, darkness closed in as he thrust two fingers inside me."Oh!" I moaned, my toes curling from the building sensation inside me.He gazed into my eyes as he expertly caressed my sex. "Does it feel good?" asking the obvious, I failed to utter a word and just nodded my head. "I should be the only one to touch you like th
MICHAELI was played by Natasha like a child's toy, and my goodness, she looked fucking hot while doing it.I had mentioned that I wanted to tie her up in bed, not the other way around."Fuck..." I muttered under my breath as she began to take control.Her back was to me, and I watched as she moved rhythmically on top of me, her movements similar to a frog leaping.Her hair bounced with every move, much like the way her backside moved every time I reached her deepest point."Oh, Michael..." her moans were already weak, a clear sign of her exhaustion, and I could hear it, feel it.Holding onto the headboard, I took over and continued to move within her, causing her to gasp and scream out in pleasure.Damn, she's making the most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard as she reached her climax yet again.She was pooling wet from the inside, and yet I hadn't reached my peak since we started.Was this the game she wanted to play?Fuck, I'm suffering like shit."Baby, untie me. I want to do this r
MARTIN"Could you please relax? I'm getting dizzy because of you," my wife, Thalia, said as she sat on a rocking chair, crocheting as if nothing bad could happen at any moment."I can't," I accidentally spat on her, causing her to give me a piercing look above her eyeglasses. "Look, Thalia, if you can stay calm in times like this, I can't." Walking to the window, I closed the blinds and peeked outside.The sea was calm, with many people playing by the shore and basking in the sun, burning their skin.Children's laughter is usually uplifting, but I couldn't find any joy. I felt distressed!"We've been in this situation for almost four months now, Martin. Trust our son, he knows what he's doing," she calmly reassured me, glancing at the crocheted cats by the window, gazing up at the moon. "Look at this, I've finished it. What do you think?""That would be the twentieth crochet you've made, and this will be the twentieth time I'd say it's pretty," I replied.I don't mean to be rude, but
NATASHAI stood by my dresser, tapping my bare heel on the floor, staring at the rows of dresses hanging there.All my dresses were too conservative, completely covering everything.Frustrated, I groaned, closed the dresser, and dragged myself back to bed, nervously biting my nails and shaking my legs."Why am I trying so hard?" I questioned myself, glancing at my reflection in the mirror where I stood in just my underwear, waiting for my hair to dry naturally. "It's just dinner, dinner with his wife. Why am I trying to show off?"I stomped my foot on the floor, returned to my wardrobe, and pulled out a black dress. It had a V-neckline, sleeves that stopped at my elbows, and the length reached my knees."Will this do?" I shrugged and put it on, checking my reflection in the mirror.I brushed my hair, deciding to leave it loose. It had grown longer; I should probably get it cut when I have time."Okay, you look good," I encouraged myself, looking at my reflection in the vanity mirror.
MICHAEL"I told you, I'm fine."Mom had been discharged from the hospital by the time I arrived at the airport. Still, I decided to visit the beach house. There, I found my parents having a small squabble in the living room while Doris and Garry were making breakfast in the kitchen."Why did you have to call Michael? I'm sure he's busy, aren't you, honey?" Mom asked, sitting on the couch and enduring her bruised hip.The doctor said she's fine, just exhausted and dehydrated. The change of season was one of the causes, but she also got a bruise and a scratch on her forehead from the fall.Dad seemed more distraught over my mother than I had ever seen him before. He was worried sick.The last time I visited, Dad couldn't even step out of the bedroom. However, Garry mentioned that Dad himself asked him to ready the car fast.Stepping out of line now? Then it's a good riddance. He cares for Mom."It's fine, Mom," I waved it off as if my confession and revelation weren't cut off. "Besides,
NATASHAStanding in front of my body-size mirror in the living room, I stared at myself clad in a flashy black gown that Michael gave me when we visited the boutique.It arrived this morning along with a service to do my hair and makeup.I look different. Too dark and seductive. My back is bare, my arms exposed. But Michael was kind enough to hide my chest and legs from people's eyes.Adjusting the diamond choker necklace, my eyes fell on my hand, specifically on my finger that wears the gold band, the exact same ring Michael wore, only smaller.I had to bite my lower lip to hide the excitement from my face.At that dinner, he told me he was going to introduce me to his wife. But in the end... I am the person I am jealous of.Taking it off my ring finger, I placed it in my palm and stared at it for a moment."Us against the world," I read what was engraved on the inside of it.Would he really fight for this?Chuckling softly, I shook my head and was about to wear it back when I heard
MICHAELRan a bit late for the event. I sat at the designated table with Natasha, along with some guests who were minding their own business.The soft melody of the cello and piano was calming and peaceful. Yet, Natasha was facing a battle on her own. She had been so quiet that I felt alone the whole time.Ever since we left her apartment, I couldn't help but notice how tense and wary she seemed. She kept looking around, as if worried that someone might be watching her.Reaching for her hand, I squeezed it lightly, just enough to catch her attention.I wanted to ease her mind and calm her heart. Whatever was worrying her, I wanted to give her a reason to forget about what made her anxious."Are you okay?" I leaned close and demanded an answer.Humming, she nodded her head before looking upfront and didn't elaborate on the conversation. I knew she wouldn't open her mouth to such a simple question, but I wouldn't stop until I hear her voice."Baby, I know something's wrong. Tell me." Li