Caroline's heart jiggled behind her rib cage. To say she was excited was putting it mildly. Shawn was yet to prune her flowers, yet she was the brightest in the field. She wore her clothes in record time and took Shawn's hands out of the Limo.The make out session in the Limo was good; but he had to finish what he started. He cannot drive her to the moon and leave her hanging at the edge of the cliff. She wanted so badly to release the pressure building up inside her.The hotel was not exactly what she expected someone in Shawn's calibre to pass the night. Oriental Hotel was the least of the beast, and the best of the least to whom it may concern. Even if he was trying to desert his house to avoid relieving his sister's ominous death, he could have stayed with her. Climbing the steps, she discarded the thoughts and focused on their reunion. They could talk about his accommodation later. If Shawn was willing to take off from where they left off, she could 'cute-talk' her way into conv
Caroline blinked, as though the image of Shawn in front of her was a mirage. What she recalled of him was a lean boy in oversized clothes, wearing his golden blonde hair over his face and a glass on his nose. Shawn and boldness were enemies never to be found in the same room. He had Michael and her to defend him from the likes of Clifford and his group of debase trouble shooters. That was eight years ago. A lot of improvements had taken place over the course of his absence.She found herself gravitating towards him, skimming her hands over his chest, sliding them over his shoulders, bringing them to his macho arms. The old Shawn was gone. In his place was a dashing Grecian birch firm in all places.Her hands went lower to his abdomen, as she stared into his black irises. "Are you doing this on purpose to turn me on?" He smirked, his eyes calm and calculating. "I don't have to do anything to get your attention. You have always loved me for who I was."Caroline smiled. Nicki and Maddy
Shawn grabbed his cock by the hilt and pulled out of Caroline, teasing the entrance on her vagina with the cap. She shivered, making him smirk. "I'm not going to forgive you that easily, Caroline."He plunged into her the second time, and pulled out, slapping the shaft on her ass, the cream from her vagina coating the organ. Her cunt was just the way he liked it- smooth, tight, and creamy wet. All the women he had a thing during his self exile into solitude were lacking in one of those three requirements. None of them were like Caroline. Holding a girlfriend was a chore he failed woefully at. Whenever they made love- scratch that- whenever they had sex, the name on his lips was Caroline, which pissed the women off. Sometimes, he said her name deliberately, especially with women he was trying to shed off his back. And it worked. No woman likes the name of another woman being moaned when being made love to.Caroline flashed into his dreams occasionally, reminding him of the jolly old
"Do you take Caroline Frost as your legally wedded wife, before God and man, till death do you part," the priest asked.It was a beautiful Summer beach wedding with two columns of plastic chairs, facing the soon-to-be couple- Shawn and Caroline. The sun was high above them, casting golden rays on the faces of family and friends beautifully dressed for the occasion. The bride's family took the from rows of the left column. Gwen and a couple more of Caroline's relatives sat at the front rows, waving at Caroline. Nicki and Maddy were behind them, filming the union with their phones.His family sat on the right column. Darkstone and Mama were his only family. Some respectable members of the cartel graced the wedding, offering moral support. His eyes shifted to the empty seat that should have been occupied by his late parents and sister. Mama gave him a comforting smile, and he nodded in respect."Shawn?" Caroline's voice altered his thoughts. He returned his focus to Caroline, holding a
"How're you feeling?"Pedro asked Michael, passing him a coffee foil cup.Michael collected it from him. "Much better than before." He sat beside him in the reception. The number of people in the hall had reduced by half. He counted ten of them, including himself, Pedro, and the receptionist behind the desk. He left Avery to sleep in the ward and came down to meet Pedro. Belinda had returned to the restaurant, and Zephyr was keeping guard of the hospital with some trusted hands. The only person absent was Dianne. His pulse picked up a pace. "Where's Dianne?" he asked Pedro."Sleeping in her ward." he replied. "Don't worry about her. I asked Zephyr to watch over her. She's fine. "The tension melted from his shoulders. He took a sip, welcoming the warmth flushing down his parched throat. Latte. Just what he'd been looking for. "How did you know I'll be needing this?"Pedro release a breath. "Because I'm a genius?" "Because you're a genius." Michael cackled. "You know me too much."Pe
"Pull up here," Michael instructed, wearing the nose mask. "We can't go too close, or we'll blow our cover.""Understood." Pedro killed the engine. They had a three yard distance to cover to the warehouse. "We will be needing a gun?"Michael halted. He bit back the rude remark simmering in his chest. "Are you asking me that now? What do you think we're here for? Take pictures of the ?"Pedro pulled up by the shoulder of the road and killed the engine. "I'm scared, okay. I'm freaking the fuck out.""Told yah!" Michael shrugged. Pedro touched him in the arm. "I'm serious, man. You're not helping."Michael laughed. "You'll pull through. Have a little bit of faith, and a little bit of fear."Pedro exhaled slowly. "This is my first rodeo. I- I don't know what to do." He raked his hands through his hair. "Any kind words?"Michael released a breath. He was short on time with the mission. The longer he spent motivating Pedro, the slimmer his chances of nabbing the Khalid. Drug dealers wasted
Michael and Pedro crawled into the warehouse unheard...or so they thought.Hiding behind a row of old stacked sacks, they squatted with the rifles in hand, ready for assault. Michael scanned the surrounding. They were relatively hidden, as the halogen lamps above them were not working, covered in cobwebs."Have you connect into their server?" Michael asked, scanning the area with the gun raised. Pedro's fingers tapped away at the screen. "I'm in, baby," he grinned, wiggling a brow. "Pedro did this one." Michael rolled his eyes. "Be serious, Man. You're in the field now, not in the base."Pedro snorted. "Always uptight. Can't you take a jo-"Michael raised his pointer to his lips, shutting him up as Khalid's voice filtered into their ears, gruff as they remembered. Michael's jaw ticked, his finger firm on the trigger. "Not to say I don't trust you, but I have to know if those diamonds are real," Khalid said, whipping his nose with his thumb, as his manner was. On a Safari hat, he wa
Wham!"Make him pay for what he did to your brother!" Yoshiro fueled the big guy, urging him to pummel Michael more. "Hit him harder!"The big guy went berserk. He removed his suit and rolled up his sleeves. His torso was fully tattooed to the neck. He wore a suspense belt above the sky blue dress shirt soaking with stinking perspiration. "Is it a crime to take a shower?" Despite himself, Michael scrunched his nose, as the smell grew pungent. "If your punch doesn't kill me, your stench will."The big guy yelled as another swing connected to his Michael's face, tearing his left brow. He spat on Michael and rolled up his left sleeves. "Fuck!" Michael grunted. "You could have said you don't want my advice. I could have saved it for someone else."The racking sound of bone smashing bone filled the air. Zip-cuffed to a metal arm chair, Michael doubled over, spitting and coughing out blood, his hands fisted. He was right about the big guy. Unfortunately, one of the guards Michael killed
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
At first glance, Avery burst into tears. Michael's face was swollen, and his left eye was bandaged. His house was magnificent alright, but Michael's grave condition didn't give her luxury of time to admire the beautiful patterns of the mansion. He blended modern and classical art into one, donning the corners with ornate indoor plants in vases of varying sizes.The cushions matched the curtains, and the walls of each room were painted white, save the elongated kitchen in a soft green hue, decked with all kinds of equipment for any recipe of choice.He slept noiselessly on his king-size bed, twitching at some point, but that was all about it. Days ticked slowly by, until a week passed on them. Pedro and Belinda force her to take a break after the third day. She hadn't slept well, and honestly her stomach could use a nice meal.Her mother called on one of those days- she could not recall which day it was- to check up on her. She didn't want to leave Michael all by himself, even though B
Two nights ago...A cold wind breezed into the ward from the open window. Avery brought her knees to her chest, lying on the hospital bed, rubbing her shoulder with her arms. Tossing her hand to the side, she was met with an empty bed. His side of the bed felt cold and unused, as if he never slept in it.Sitting up, she winced at the slight ache coming from her lady parts. Michael was almost gentle on her, being her first time. He dominated her, and yet gave her time to get used to him. He was simultaneously rough and smooth, teaching her how to bend to his lead, at the same time, deriving peak pleasure. Despite herself, her body wanted more of his violent caresses. He made her squirt uncontrollably, muffling her moans with his lips...and huge dick. Thinking about him alone made pooled water between the thighs. She closed her legs, shoving the need to the back of her head, as she focused her mind on finding Michael's.Forcing her eyes open, she sat up with a frown registered on her
Michael woke with a startle, chasing his breath. He had a nightmare. In the dream, Khalid had Avery in a headlock with a gun pressed to her head. He ordered him to stand down if he wanted Avery alive. He dropped the gun to the ground and raised his hands in surrender. But Khalid, being the devil that he was, shot Avery in the head and made him watch her fall to the ground."Avery!" He yelled, panting profusely. He was alone in a brightly lit room. Aside the rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat monitor, coupled with the pacing of his heart, the room was pin drop silent. It took him a while to get used to his environment. The Underground.Sitting on a hospital bed with IV tubes passed into his hands, he disconnect them from his body, and rolled out of bed. His legs buckled, making him crash to the ground, with some tools clattering to the ground. Sordid pain wracked through his body, but he would not be deterred. He had to see Avery to be sure she was okay.The door opened almost immediately.
Wham!"Make him pay for what he did to your brother!" Yoshiro fueled the big guy, urging him to pummel Michael more. "Hit him harder!"The big guy went berserk. He removed his suit and rolled up his sleeves. His torso was fully tattooed to the neck. He wore a suspense belt above the sky blue dress shirt soaking with stinking perspiration. "Is it a crime to take a shower?" Despite himself, Michael scrunched his nose, as the smell grew pungent. "If your punch doesn't kill me, your stench will."The big guy yelled as another swing connected to his Michael's face, tearing his left brow. He spat on Michael and rolled up his left sleeves. "Fuck!" Michael grunted. "You could have said you don't want my advice. I could have saved it for someone else."The racking sound of bone smashing bone filled the air. Zip-cuffed to a metal arm chair, Michael doubled over, spitting and coughing out blood, his hands fisted. He was right about the big guy. Unfortunately, one of the guards Michael killed
Michael and Pedro crawled into the warehouse unheard...or so they thought.Hiding behind a row of old stacked sacks, they squatted with the rifles in hand, ready for assault. Michael scanned the surrounding. They were relatively hidden, as the halogen lamps above them were not working, covered in cobwebs."Have you connect into their server?" Michael asked, scanning the area with the gun raised. Pedro's fingers tapped away at the screen. "I'm in, baby," he grinned, wiggling a brow. "Pedro did this one." Michael rolled his eyes. "Be serious, Man. You're in the field now, not in the base."Pedro snorted. "Always uptight. Can't you take a jo-"Michael raised his pointer to his lips, shutting him up as Khalid's voice filtered into their ears, gruff as they remembered. Michael's jaw ticked, his finger firm on the trigger. "Not to say I don't trust you, but I have to know if those diamonds are real," Khalid said, whipping his nose with his thumb, as his manner was. On a Safari hat, he wa
"Pull up here," Michael instructed, wearing the nose mask. "We can't go too close, or we'll blow our cover.""Understood." Pedro killed the engine. They had a three yard distance to cover to the warehouse. "We will be needing a gun?"Michael halted. He bit back the rude remark simmering in his chest. "Are you asking me that now? What do you think we're here for? Take pictures of the ?"Pedro pulled up by the shoulder of the road and killed the engine. "I'm scared, okay. I'm freaking the fuck out.""Told yah!" Michael shrugged. Pedro touched him in the arm. "I'm serious, man. You're not helping."Michael laughed. "You'll pull through. Have a little bit of faith, and a little bit of fear."Pedro exhaled slowly. "This is my first rodeo. I- I don't know what to do." He raked his hands through his hair. "Any kind words?"Michael released a breath. He was short on time with the mission. The longer he spent motivating Pedro, the slimmer his chances of nabbing the Khalid. Drug dealers wasted
"How're you feeling?"Pedro asked Michael, passing him a coffee foil cup.Michael collected it from him. "Much better than before." He sat beside him in the reception. The number of people in the hall had reduced by half. He counted ten of them, including himself, Pedro, and the receptionist behind the desk. He left Avery to sleep in the ward and came down to meet Pedro. Belinda had returned to the restaurant, and Zephyr was keeping guard of the hospital with some trusted hands. The only person absent was Dianne. His pulse picked up a pace. "Where's Dianne?" he asked Pedro."Sleeping in her ward." he replied. "Don't worry about her. I asked Zephyr to watch over her. She's fine. "The tension melted from his shoulders. He took a sip, welcoming the warmth flushing down his parched throat. Latte. Just what he'd been looking for. "How did you know I'll be needing this?"Pedro release a breath. "Because I'm a genius?" "Because you're a genius." Michael cackled. "You know me too much."Pe
"Do you take Caroline Frost as your legally wedded wife, before God and man, till death do you part," the priest asked.It was a beautiful Summer beach wedding with two columns of plastic chairs, facing the soon-to-be couple- Shawn and Caroline. The sun was high above them, casting golden rays on the faces of family and friends beautifully dressed for the occasion. The bride's family took the from rows of the left column. Gwen and a couple more of Caroline's relatives sat at the front rows, waving at Caroline. Nicki and Maddy were behind them, filming the union with their phones.His family sat on the right column. Darkstone and Mama were his only family. Some respectable members of the cartel graced the wedding, offering moral support. His eyes shifted to the empty seat that should have been occupied by his late parents and sister. Mama gave him a comforting smile, and he nodded in respect."Shawn?" Caroline's voice altered his thoughts. He returned his focus to Caroline, holding a