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Arthur had a faraway look on his face, as he took a sip of his whiskey shot, letting the amber liquid run down his throat. He wanted a little break, after a busy day.
“What a look on your face, man,” Micah said by way of greeting, at the same time patting his shoulder.
He glared at the newcomer, then gestured for him to sit down next to him.
“It's all bullshit,” he replied, shaking his head, and placing the empty glass on the bar counter.
“What do you mean?”
“When it's one thing, it's another,” Arthur shrugged. “Sometimes, even all together”
Micah motioned to the barman to pour him a drink and join his friend.
“What is it now?” He asked, before raising his drink and making a toast gesture.
“Women!” exclaimed Arthur. “Some are a walking complication, but for some strange reason, necessary.”
“All women?,” Micah questioned, motioning with his hands to put quotation marks, “Or are you referring to a specific woman? Because of that bad mood of yours, I take it you're referring to just one, am I wrong?”
Arthur took a deep breath, for he had known the Israeli since they were in high school, and their friendship was a brotherhood. Sometimes he was scared because he had a feeling that he knew more Micah knew about him than he did himself.
“I mean Jen,” he cocked his head to the side as he answered, and put his hand behind his neck. “Sometimes I don't understand her, I just know that she doesn't seem to understand boundaries”.“Congressman Anderson's wife, what does she want now?” His friend wanted to know in a sarcastic tone.
“She wants me to travel with her for eighteen days to Hawaii,” Arthur replied, giving her an angry look. “No right of refusal, regardless of what she thinks”.
“And where will she leave her husband?” Micah asked with a hint of mockery, waving his three-fingered hand at her.
“Obviously, she'll be there too.” He said dismissively, “That's why she's traveling”.
“That would be dangerous, in fact, it is reckless”.
“You’re absolutely right,” Arthur agreed.
“But Jennifer doesn't care about the trouble it can bring if we're seen together more than we should be. She just wants me to do what she says, which makes me think she wants to have control over me. She is piss off me”.
Arthur was in a completely bad mood.
“How do you plan to get out of trouble?” Asked his friend.
“I don't know, Micah,” he shook his head in frustration.
Jennifer Anderson was a forty-five-year-old woman married to a congressman. They had met, by chance, more than four years ago at a charity gala where he was invited by one of her many friends. At the end of the event, he noticed that the couple was being attacked by criminals. Arthur intervened and had since become a friend of the influential government official, and her frequent lover.
At the time, Arthur worked for a construction company and had his own real estate firm. Thanks to that night his bank account, and his business had increased.
“I don't understand shit,” Micah took a sip of his drink. “If you don't know, who else would?”
How to explain to his confidence that in the last year, his relationship with Jennifer had gone downhill? Since she was demanding things from her that he couldn't give her, and that he flatly refused. In her mind, she could not visualize herself in a formal relationship like the one she wanted, much less living together. She was thinking about the possibility of divorcing Congressman Anderson.
Arthur made her change her mind when just reminded her that she couldn't give him the lifestyle she was used to. And that all her business depended on the man she had been unfaithful to.
However, the mature woman was pushing him more and more every day. Wanting to control him, and manipulating him. She threatened him if he did not do what she wanted. She was going to withdraw all his financial support, and that was a problem for Arthur. Because his last business deal was a disaster, he had bought some land to make his own project in the construction area, and it turned out that he had been swindled.
To his great regret, he had to ask Jennifer for financial help to get out of that issue. The woman did not refuse, but she made it a condition that he would become her lover. A little more than a year had passed since then. She made her husband take him into account for some projects, and that benefited him enormously. Arthur now had a small empire in construction.
“I've told her I can't,” Arthur replied dryly, “I have too much work to do to afford the luxury of forced vacation, and I'm not lying”.
“But we know this woman…” Micah said.
“She doesn't understand refusals,” Arthur finished his friend's sentence.
At that moment they both looked to the sides and were distracted to see that there were more people in the place than usual. There was an atmosphere of glamour, of which neither had been aware when they arrived.
“Are there any special activities at the club tonight?” Micah asked the barman.
“Yes, it is the presentation of a new product,” replied the young man.
Arthur frowned, for it seemed a little out of character.
“But is it a private party or for the public?” He wanted to know.
“They are special clients, that company always takes the VIP area for their events,” the barman answered and shrugged, “They come here frequently”.
“Well, look there…” Micah mouthed at Arthur and put his hand on Arthur's shoulder.
Micah pointed out two girls, one shorter than the other. But at that moment it didn't matter the size, as they were both very pretty. However, that girl with her short stature lacked nothing. She had the curves that a woman should have, Arthur shook his head and then took another swig of his whiskey.
“You are incorrigible…” He said to his friend, laughing.
“Negative.” The Israeli clicked his teeth, “I am a lover of beautiful women”.
“So you don't say that you collect them”.
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────“Come on Arthur! I'm not the only one who enjoys a beautiful woman at his side”. He winked. There are others who get better benefits than getting in her lap.“You're a fucking bastard!” Arthur let out a laugh.On the latter, Micah was absolutely right. He owed his lifestyle and comfort to his group of friends who contributed to it. Chief among them was Jennifer. Who helped him acquire the penthouse at Gables Estates in Coral Gables. One of the most luxurious areas of Miami, and her BMW Eight Series Concept. According to what she said, it was one for her birthday, and the other for their relationship anniversary. Sometimes I thought that woman in his life weighed more than a shackle.In his relationship with the congressman's wife, not everything was so bad. In bed, she knew how to please him completely. There was a time when he thought he was completely in love with her. But knowing that she belonged to another man and that he was just a slip of the woman, made him o
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────Morgana had always been surrounded by gallant men, but like the man who had kissed her hand, she never thought it was possible. Such experiences only exist in romantic movies.«Oh my God, I’ve run into Mr. Darcy!»She scoffed, seeing Arthur’s theatrical attitude. Referring to the protagonist of the story Pride and Prejudice. Written by Jane Austen.“I feel a bit ignored,” said a voice.Everyone turned to see where the complaint came from.“This is my partner and friend Micah Sabag,” Arthur said, motioning for the Israeli to move a little closer to the group.“Sabag?” Albert gritted his teeth and held out his hand. “You're from the shipping company, right?”“Yes, I am,” he responded with a smile.The shipping company was one of Arthur's businesses, hidden from Jennifer. For that reason, Micah was the legal representative of the company.“I saw you at one of the merchants' association meetings a few months ago”.It could not be denied that Albert had a very good memor
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────Before Joe could retort rudely to her friend, Morgana decided it was time to do something, because the atmosphere was very tense.“I'll be back in a moment,” she informed them, taking advantage of a waitress coming in her direction to put the two glasses on her.“Where are you going?” Lorena asked very softly.“I'm going to the bathroom for a moment, I promise I won't be long”.She turned around before her friend could say anything. For the third time that night, she felt Joe's voice very close.“Morgana, don't think you'll get rid of me so easily, you little thing”.“Leave me alone!”“No way, babe. Don't dream it”, he said.“Piss off, Joe”.She practically ran out to the bathroom, as she closed the door she rested her head on the material, and placed her purse on her chest.«How could it possibly have come to this?!»«How did I fall into the clutches of this man?!»«What will I do now?!»She questioned herself, she couldn't afford a scandal. Lorena had been on the v
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana stood on the spot a little dazed, all she could do was look to the side, as if she felt a little insecure. The least she had expected was for the new acquaintance to introduce himself to her like that. “So?” Arthur asked again, waving his hands a little and squinting at her, “Do you want me to serve you as a cab or not?” She looked nervously to the side again, not wanting to give Joe a chance to find her, she made her way to the vehicle walking as fast as her six-inch heels would allow. She heard clearly the instant he lowered the locks. “Of course!” Morgana as she opened the door and quickly climbed in. “Anything to get out of here right now”. Arthur immediately started the engine of the luxury car, clicking his teeth as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the man who had tormented the woman next to him was outside looking for her. Then she let out a chuckle, the idiot, not even aware that he had taken her. «Imbecile!». For a moment there
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── He motioned to the young woman and led them to the table. It was then that he regretted it, for the right place that had been recommended to him was in the garden. It was true that they could see everything from there, and everything was newly remodeled. He had known the owner since he was a teenager, and he knew the quality of the food. But still, he thought he was giving him a bad impression, and that for Arthur was terrible. “Where did you hear about this place?” Morgana wanted to know, as they sat down at the table, and the waitress handed them the menu. Arthur felt a little uncomfortable. «How do I tell her I worked here on the weekends when I was in high school?» “One of my employees brought me here,” he lied. The truth was that he had helped the owner with all the improvements. “It was a very good choice…” Morgana looked to the side. “Arthur…” he finished, shaking his head and making a dramatic gesture, he added: “I can't believe you don't remember my n
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────Arthur was checking his computer and sipping a cup of coffee, when again he heard his cell phone ring.“Oh, Lordy! Doesn't this woman get tired!”, he exclaimed in a bad mood.He took a deep breath.“Tell me…”“Until you feel like answering my calls!”“Until you feel like answering my calls!” The woman's tone of voice was reproachful.“I was busy,” he replied seriously.“With what bitch this time?” she questioned angrily.The moment he heard this, Arthur clenched his jaw. At the same time, he clenched his fists and closed his laptop.“What the hell is going on with you, Jennifer?!”On the other end of the line, there was a gasp of surprise. Because the congressman's wife knew that when he called her by name. He was very upset with her.“It's just that I miss you, it's been a long time since we've seen each other”.“We had lunch together yesterday,” he reminded her.“You know what I mean,” Jennifer said after a snort, “You don't know how badly I want to misbehave”.Ar
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── «This is bullshit! It wasn't what I had in mind,» he said to himself, clenching his jaw. The two men looked at each other as rivals, although Arthur knew very well that it wasn't really, because, at the end of the day, the woman who was there with them wasn't his… And never would be. Watching him walk toward them, Jennifer gave a mischievous smile. “I'm glad you came,” he offered her a glass of champagne. “How could I refuse to have fun!” Arthur replied, showing his white teeth through one of the holes in the balaclava. The man with them said nothing, just took a sip of his drink, and nodded his head. Arthur didn't know why that encounter didn't look so good to him. “I'm pretty sure we'll have plenty here,” she smiled at the man who would be the third among them. Arthur went to the place with only one thing in mind, to persuade Jennifer of his idea to accompany her to Hawaii with her husband. And he didn't expect to find himself in the mood for a Ménage à troi
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── There was no doubt that Jennifer knew how to please him, she sucked him slowly, but expertly. With her tongue, she tapped the head of his mushroom-shaped member. Arthur leaned toward her to cup her face with his hands and set the rhythm of the penetrations to her mouth so completely that she barely gave him room to breathe. The moans on the woman's part were getting louder and louder, she raised her face to meet Arthur's burning gaze from behind the ski mask. Her blood was beginning to boil, she was burning alive. She was licking him greedily, making him feel like he was all she could think about. It was clear that Arthur Graham was his obsession. Jennifer again felt hands, large, warm, and calloused, run over her hips and caress the globes of her ass. As she felt them spread her thighs apart, she shivered with anticipation. She almost bit Arthur when a hot tongue began to caress the folds of her need-wet sex. Where she knew, she hid that button that would please