"Please, please, I'm telling the truth," his plea was interrupted by a squelching punch across his battered face. Tied to a rolling chair, he tumbled to the cold floor, splodged in his own blood. "Help!" he yelled. "Somebody help!" Sighing, Michael lifted the wounded man from the ground and righted him in his former position under the dim yellow light in the dungeon. He squatted beside him, "It's no use crying, baby. We're twenty miles away from the City. You either tell me what you know, or daddy will be late for his daughter's birthday." Shell-shocked, he lifted his head to meet Michael's smirk. Blood trickled down his nostrils and the side of his face to his white dress shirt browned and dyed in red by contact. His left eyes were swollen and completely covered with the other imbound on the same route. Aside suffering a broken lip, he'd have to wear dental implants for the rest of his life. "I dare you to touch my daughter," he snarled, shooting Michael darts with his gaze. His
The more the bristle wind blew her raven hair into her face, the harder it became to get her eyes off him. It happened all too fast. Her prince charming, the major character in her wet dreams, soaking her panties and beddings every blessed night. No, every fucking night. It's fucked up, so was the feeling. Michael King, billionaire charmer and CEO of Kings Fashion House has popped the question, and she said yes. Who wouldn't?! He'd asked her to choose anywhere in the city for their dinner date, and she remembered this iconic alfresco restaurant she'd always wanted to try. He sat across the table, slicing through a smoked lamp. In a denim jacket and black pants, all he needed was a cowboy hat to look a rancher. 'He's so hot!' she thought, moaning on the crushed steamed mussels in her mouth, the aromatic flavors bursting on her palate. 'I bet he tastes better than the mussels and crab cakes.' Taut jawline, carved brows and massive corded hands that could sweep her off her feet in on
Avery Avery swore it was her alarm this time. She'd woken up a bit later than the expected time. "Taxi! Taxi!" She shouted, waving her hand furiously above her head. Instead, they zoomed past her like she was a ghost. "Why today of all days?!" Her interview at King's Fashion House was at stake. It was bad enough that she overslept. Her alarm broke, and she'd forgotten to fix it before going to bed the previous night. The urge to break down in tears seized her, but she had to be strong. With her old black purse slung across her shoulder, she clutched a big brown manila folder to her stomach. An aggregate of ill-tempered commuters lined the same sidewalk she stood, trimming her chances of meeting up with the interview. Time was ticking fast, and in Empire City, it ticked faster. Glancing over her wristwatch, Avery knew she could kiss the hope of finding a job goodbye. Her mother had been in a vegetative state for three years in Lighthouse Hospital after suffering brain damage
Avery Avery pushed her body away from him, her pulse racing. She pinned few strands of hair behind her ear, avoiding his searing gaze. She smoothed her gray skirt and adjusted her tucked-in white shirt. Peering down at her wristwatch, she exclaimed. "Goodness! I'm late!" Hurriedly, Avery collected her personal effect tucked between her and the stranger and jumped out of the taxi. Rounding the cab, she ventured toward the swinging French double doors leading to the glass skyscraper. The stranger alighted the vehicle and headed in Avery's direction, a deep-seated frown on his face. "Who's gonna pay me?" The cab driver's question halted the hurrying duo. He shifted his gaze from Avery to the stranger, peeping from the passenger side. "I gat no time, fellas. Customers are lining up for Big Sam, you know." "He's paying/She's paying," they said simultaneously. Goodness knew the cabby had never been more worked up. If he had the opportunity, he'd rewind time and steer clear of
Michael "You don't say!" Pedro mused from the other end of the line. "A girl that has Michael King worked up is no ordinary girl." Michael rolled his eyes, strolling into the elevator, with his phone pressed to his ear. "Don't even think about. she's not my type. I don't do slums." "Coming from someone who came from the slums too," Pedro scoffed. Pedro and Michael came from the same orphanage. Unlike him, his parents abandoned him at the gate of the orphanage, barely two days after his birth. Though, Pedro and Michael were age mates, Pedro saw Michael as an older brother, and the latter never failed to act in thst regard, protecting him at all times. "I'll take the insult because it's coming from you," Michael snapped. "Be warned, Ped." "It's Pedro, not Ped. You know I hate that nickname!" Pedro hollered as Michael scoffed. Riling Pedro up was a game Michael loved playing. He hated the nickname and Michael never stopped taunting him with it. "And don't use that tone on
Avery 'Don't cry, Avery,' she steeled herself, heading to her boyfriend's condo. 'They lost you, not the other way round. You didn't get employed, and so what? More opportunities will come, and you'll be able to save your mother.' On getting to his apartment, she punched in the passcode at the door. It's only right to have her boyfriend's passcode in case she happened to stop by at any time. Tyrone had tried changing her mind about her choice of celibacy, but she'd stood her ground to wait until marriage. Her mother married her father a virgin, and she planned to toe the same steps. On second thought, she changed her mind. She'd let Tyrone have his way. Her boring, empty life was taking a heavy toll on her, and she's not even thirty. "It's about time, Tyrone. Fuck my worries away," she sighed, turning the door open. "Today's your lucky day." The first thing she saw was a familiar green purse on the glassy center table. "I know that purse."She lifted the purse from the tab
"What the hell are you doing sitting on that chair?!" she blurted, fuming to the table. The same grumpy peacock from the taxi was sitting on the boss chair as if he owned the place. Her instinct told her to raise a theft alarm; an imposter alarm, if there's anything like it, or press a button to call the security, but unfortunately, she has no right in the company... yet. "Are you blind or plain dumb? This is my chair, of course!" he retorted. "Do I look like a kid to you? I'm not on pigtails and scrunches for your information. You think people's lives revolve around your scrawny fingers?" she fired, arms akimbo. "Get off that chair and tell me where Mr King is!" Rich folks, she boldly concluded, are a rotten piece of arrogant, spoilt minions. With his unexpected intrusion, her chances of securing her newly found job dangled weakly in the air. "How dare you call my fingers scrawny?!" he grounded, "Do you know how much it takes me to perfect my manicure?" he said, displayin
He shook her a little bit more than formal, lost in the trance of her brown eyes. Her skin was the softest he'd ever touched, making his crotch jerk in want. She seemed to be caught in the same trance as his. Withdrawing her hand was the hardest thing to do at that moment. They locked eyes for what felt like eternity, oblivious of the extra pair of humans staring at them. It wasn't until Lilly coughed that they released their hands. Michael jerked to the present, shaking off the affection slowly creeping into his mind. 'The plan is to make her suffer,' he reminded himself. 'Don't get attached to the host. She's dangerous and highly volatile.' "Sir, I beg you to reconsider," Lilly pleaded. "I'll do everything to correct my errors. I-I love my job. I don't want to lose it." "I'm not laying you off. You heard what I said; Ms Sallow has to be by my side to know what her job entails." Lilly wanted to speak, but he stopped her with a raise of his hand. "My decision is final. "I b
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