Avery's body trembled like a leaf sailing in a storm. When Michael and Shawn disappeared into the restroom for only God knew what, she ran out of the hall with her belongings, gathering the flairs of her dress to her front. Inhaling the cool spring air, she took in a sufficient drag, and descended the flight of stairs to hail a cab. The last thing she wanted was to be the centre of attention in a place that nearly suffocated her. Thankfully, a cab pulled to her front in no time. She jumped into the back seat and released a breath she didn't know she was holding. The windows were wined down, allowing the chilly evening breeze seep into the car. Although, it was cold against her skin, it was the best option against the sea of spectators itching to strangle her in the party. Hugging her purse to her midsection, she lowered her head and wished a fairy godmother would materialize from nowhere and undo the last two hours of her life. "Where to, ma'am?" The lively voice of the cabby
By the time Avery regained consciousness, her back was flat against a soft bouncy bed, a woolen quilt drawn to her chin. Lavender and citrus wafted into her nose, the air, cool against her skin. Eyes closed, she relished the strange environment with a growing smile on her face, drawing as much of the celestial scent into her lungs as she could. She was not home, that much was certain. Her bed at home was hard as rock. She'd wake up on with stiff neck and a string of expletives, potent enough to burn the poor bed to ashes. But this right here, sure feels like heaven. She splayed her hands and legs beneath the quilt, sinking deeper into the bed. While she was making herself comfortable on the strange bed, a clatter from somewhere downstairs broke into her fantasy. Her brows creased into a frown. When did her father's bungalow become a story building? The house doesn't have a basement either. Then it hit her like a freight train. She was dragged into a dark alley by some men...s
Peeling his eyes open, Michael groaned awake on the sofa in the living room. He blinked the haze out of his eyes, as a splitting pain wracked through his skull. Gradually, the 62 inches Samsung LED TV zoomed into focus, as well as the pretty lady wearing his black pajamas sitting on the centre table across from him- the same hot-headed lady he saved her from lowlifes, who thought it was okay to pay him back with a bat to his skull. His head hurts really badly. Wincing, he made to touch his head, but he couldn't. What the hell? Did she just... He jerked fully awake, grounding his teeth, "Why am I tied up like a fucking criminal in my own house?" As if the bashing was not enough, Avery had him tied on the sofa with cords he didn't know he had. His hands and legs were tied behind him in the most uncomfortable position as possible. His shoulders ached and his lungs protested terribly. He'd be needing his pills, or else, he's fucked. The bat beside her, propped against the glass
More than ever, Michael resolutely stood his ground. Avery needed his protection, and he would protect her with the very essence of his life. With Nicki on the prowl, and Shawn's unexpected return to Empire City, Michael wanted her out of their prying eyes as far as possible. Nicki, he could deal with, but Shawn... A dark cloud loomed over Shawn. He came for revenge prepared. The trumpet of war wailed loudly in his ears. Blood and regret littered the battlefield. He might not be able to stop Shawn from raining hell on his universe, but he'd do everything within him to protect Avery from his volcanic touch. Bundled up like pieces of firewood waiting to be stoked, Michael lay on his side, waiting for her response. Her watched her face morphed from helpless to anger. She stood to her feet, balling her hands into fists, her hair falling over her face. "No!" Michael rolled his eyes and groaned, bored with the whole back and forth. He was almost done untying the knots. Just one t
Michael went upstairs to his room to make true to his end of the deal. Avery's scent wafted into his lungs, soothing his grazing nerves. Sitting on his desk, he pulled the telephone closer and punched in the hospital number. On know who he was, the flabbergasted receptionist referred him to the head physician. On connecting, he stated his business in a formal tone, saying who he was and why he called, of course, excluding details of his deal with Avery. A bank account was sent to his mail, to which he responded in tow. He went down to the kitchen to inform Avery the deal was done. She released a sigh, but the calmness flew out the window immediately it set in, when she was hell bent on going to the hospital to be with her mother. Michael held her back and convinced her to , at least, change into something more lady-like, if she didn't want people asking questions. He coaxed her into having breakfast, unwilling to let her leave on empty stomach. It was eleven a.m. with grey clou
"Can we not go out in your car?" Avery shifted on her feet, her hands parked into the front pouch of the grey hoodie she was wearing. She was afraid of being spotted in public with Michael, after his fake engagement with Nicki that half of Empire City probably knew about now. "I have a very bad idea about this." Despite herself, she could not stop gawking at Michael's luxury home. He has a good taste for the good things of life. The villa was furnished to first class standard, shimmering with modernity and high tech electronics. His garage was another wonder in itself. Wider than her father's bungalow, it housed a row of exotic cars that could embarrass the Mayor's entourage. The striking thing about him was that the cars where all painted in black. From the Boxster Convertible to a sleek Lamborghini Aventador to the Toyota Urban Cruiser. Her mouth rounded in awe when her eyes settled on a black shiny car behind the SUV. Sweet Mary... Is that a Grand Tourer?! She knew Michael wa
Three years... Three agonizing years of waiting and watching her mother on the hospital bed, fighting for her life. She'd prayed, cried, and kissed the rosary on her neck more times than she could count. It was her mother's gift to her, a potent charm she'd held unto for most part of her life. When a year passed with no obvious progress, she kissed the rosary and returned it to her mother's neck. Hopefully, a miracle would bring her back someday. Today happened to be the day. "Mom?" Avery stiffened, staring at her mother's pale face, jade oasis beaming under the fluorescent light, reflecting life and home . "You're awake?" Avery was stunned all right, but that Michael and Dr Tancredi both had a look of bewilderment on their faces. Brows creased, Michael observed the touching scene play out, as Dr Tancredi skirted past him to Dianne's side, plugging the earpiece of her stethoscope to her ears. "Are you alright, Mrs Sallow? Can you hear me? Do you feel pains in any part of
"What's up, Pedro?" Michael asked, sitting on a bench in the corridor, tapping his foot agaisnt the tiled floor. The nauseating smell of antiseptics and tablets filled his nose. He scrunched his nose, willing his mind to veer away from the thought of puking on the hospital floor. "Is Beatrice going into labor?"Pedro grunted, and Michael chuckled. He could imagine Pedro rolling his eyes from the other end of the line. "Fuck, no. She's barely into her third trimester. You'll understand better when you have a wife to worry about.""There you go again," It was Michael's turn to groan. Pedro had always wanted him to get married, but he was not ready to commit himself to some special woman. As long as Khalid was on the loose, a woman in his life would be a distraction. "I know this is not a social call, so what's up?" he asked, diverting from the topic.Pedro was not the sociable type. He'd rather send a text than put a call across. He didn't want any part of their conversation fleeting in
Michael ran faster than the speed of light, using the sound of gunshots and objects splintering to guide himself. He was shirtless and cold, but he would be damned if he was too late to get to Avery. For someone short on good food for more than forty eight hours, with his energy tank at an all time low, Michael gratefully banked on the residue of energy he had left.He burst into a dense forest and paused, spinning on the spot to check out his surrounding, inhaling the fresh musk and woody scent. Shocked at the new environment, Michael realized they were not at junkyard. While he was out cold, Shawn had transported him to some remote forest he wasn't sure where it was. "Where are we?" He asked himself, his breath ragged.An explosion rent the air, shaking the earth. He stopped breathing, as Avery crossed his mind. He could only pray she was not exposed to the cross fire. He would never be able to live normally if she lost as little as a strand of hair from on her precious head. Judg
"You're bluffing, right?" Shawn chuckled blandly. He stomped over to Shawn, breathing fire into Khalid's face. Khalid's composure didn't falter. He was unusually calm for someone who just launched a nuclear reactor, like it meant nothing.Sighing, Khalid dipped his hand into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He took out a paper, which turned out to be a folded picture. He brushed past Shawn and came to Michael's front. "Does this clear your doubts?"Michael had many things to say; many questions to ask, but his vocal cords betrayed him. The picture is old- forty years or more- but he recognized them at first glance. Right there in the picture is young Sister Martha and young Khalid in some beach."We took this picture when we sneaked out of the house to spend time together," Khalid offered in a solemn voice.Michael frowned. "I don't understand. What do you mean sneak out?""This is bullshit!" Shawn cried, unknowingly interrupting Khalid from speaking. "I can't believe this! I'
Michael blinked awake on his knees, straining from chains joining his wrists to a stone wall behind him. Aside the small dim yellow light in the dark space, smelling of rot, blood and death, the room was grim dark. He hung down from the weight, his head lowered to the ground, dripping with water. His shoulders hurt from the awkward stretch. He was about to drag himself upright when he noticed he was completely restricted. His ankles were locked in chains, attach to sockets on the concrete ground. Save his briefs, Michael was otherwise naked. Sweat poured from his body, leaving trails of fire over the fresh bruises he sustained on his back. The room exuded heat that could shame the blaze of Summer. Avery's face drifted into his subconscious. He had many things he needed to apologize for. He was a total jerk, and there was no justification for the pain he caused her. She deserves more than a loser like him.The pain jolted him fully awake. "Where am I?" he asked, scanning the room fo
Michael drove past his speed limit and beat the distance to the abandoned junkyard in record time. It was dark and cloudy, thunder tumbling high above. He saw red. His teeth clamped so hard his gums hurt. If the steering wheel were human, it would scream in pain at the intensity of Michael's naked grip on it. The clouds parted, and rain descended in torrents. "Shawn!" Michael parked the car in front of the junkyard. The lights were was on. Hardly had the engine died when he jumped out of the car with fatal vexation and tight balls of fury for hands. "Show yourself!"He took the earthen walkway to the front of an old office, walled by rows and columns of condemned cars stacked on top of each other. He gritted his teeth, bounding towards the entrance.The rain plastered his hair to his face, running above his eyes. He was less concerned about it, not the prickly sensation around his abdomen, reminding him that his healing was incomplete. To hell with his pain! There would be no rest
That morning...Cooking had never been more stressful. What used to be her favorite past time was now a burdensome chore. Avery scrunched her nose as she turned strips of bacon frying in olive oil on the gas. The offensive aroma irritated her gut and upset her stomach, making her want to puke. It would be her third vomit in two brief hours.Avery turned off the gas stove and lifted a hand to her temple, massaging it. Her knees were weak, and there was a banging ache in her head. Constantly, she wiped beads of sweat from her brows with the back of her hand. She woke up with a nauseous sensation and had emptied her dinner in the toilet. It was not the first time. The vomiting started the previous week. Her instincts told her what it likely was, but she was adamant to shove it aside, until the vomiting became frequent. She took the pregnancy test on her toilet seat and it came out positive. She cried for hours, berating herself for the mistake of that morning. The sex was so good that
Michael collected the file, sharing nervous glances with Pedro. The long awaited moment was here. He was nervous and excited at the same time, not sure of what to find. In a couple of minutes, the truth would be revealed. "How did you get his hair in the first place?" Michael asked, sating his curiosity. Ever since his misunderstanding with Avery, he lost track of the outside world."It doesn't matter now," Pedro shifted on the stool, urging Michael to open the envelope. "Just open the damn thing."Michael squinted his brows at Belinda. His subconscious told him she already knew the truth. "Who is he?" he asked.Belinda smacked her forehead. "My employees would never ask me dumb questions. I'd fire them without batting an eye." Pedro whistled, as Michael growled. "They are my employees. I call the ultimate shot.""And they fear me," Belinda held his gaze, unwavering. "Last time I checked, you made me chief."Furious, Michael tore the brown envelop, and fished out the folded white p
"Thank you for saving my ass again, man," Michael drooled, tasting alcohol on his tongue. "What would I have done without you?"Pedro had come over to check up on him. His wounds had completely healed, but the tear on his heart still bled. Two weeks has passed since he heard from Avery. Many times, he thought of going to her house and dragging her to his place, but his fragile ego would not be bruised."You'd have been long dead," Pedro laughed. Michael joined in the laugh, although not from the depth of his heart. "I got your back man.""By the way, thank you for sending the beacon home," Michael slurred on his drink. "That was thoughtful of you.""I knew we'd need help," Pedro shrugged. "So I went prepared.""I missed out in all the fun," Michael snorted. "Fredrico did me dirty." They laughed as they reminisced on the incident in the warehouse. "Did we catch any of them?" Pedro sighed, and shook his head. Michael nodded, getting the message. "They escaped...again." He downed the gl
The one good thing about coming back from the dead is the reception of Avery slithering on Michael's dick. The hospital romp was good. He finally had the chance to fulfill his fantasies. But right now, it's a new ball game entirely. Waking up to your favorite person, smelling exactly like you, beautiful by a landslide, bouncing her ass on your dick has to be the best thing yet.Although recovering, Michael molted at the sight of Avery. He needed a bath and some food. But the sumptuous meal presented to him was better than whatever was in the tray. She was a full course he couldn't resist...even if he tried to.She sat right on top of him, closing her knees together, as her cream rolled down his dick to the crack of his butt. She was dripping wet and fucking tight, just the way he liked it.He thwacked her ass, opening her legs. "Ride that dick, bitch."Avery spread her thighs and placed her hands on his chest, her body glistening with sweat. She parted her lips, and leaned for a kiss.
Michael curled the gown up to her waist, exposing her dripping pussy to the coolness in the room. Her pussy was bare before him, wet with need and a deep penetration. He made her cum several times in the hospital, hitting her sweet candy till she became lightheaded, like a junkie in his own paradise, basking in a sky of rainbows and sunshine.However, Avery felt she was being selfish with her needs. Michael needed all the rest he could get. His body was still repairing itself from the damage it had accumulated."Michael," she began, "I think we should-" Avery gripped the sheets for support, as the tip of his tongue passed over her soaked front. Heaven collided with earth, sparking a colourful hue at the back of her head. The euphoria it brought slammed her against her will, her tongue plastered to the roof of her mouth.He swatted her ass with one hand, introducing his middle finger into her pussy, sliding it at a painstakingly slow temper that got her reeling for orgasm. "We should