NATASHAIs that what he called it? Stupidity?Last night, Mike left me hollow, his words echoing in my head, the pain between my thighs a raw reminder.He began making me feel special, so he should end it by making me feel extraordinary.I knocked on his door, bringing nothing but myself, clad in a red floral dress, just as I am.Standing there, anxiety gnawing at me, I expected him to push me away as soon as he opened the door. Instead, an unfamiliar face of a handsome man munching on raw lettuce greeted me.If Mike's hair is dark, this guy's is a mix of black and blonde. Piercing blue eyes scanned me from head to toe, but his cold gaze didn't match his warm smile.Despite his good looks, Mike's charm would always outshine his. Why am I comparing them? Where is Mike?"Hello," he greeted, leaning on the door frame, shifting his weight onto one leg. "Has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?"His cliché pick-up line made me grimace.Extending his free hand, he grinned. "You must be
MICHAELI enjoyed an exhilarating yet exasperating breakfast in bed. It was the most intense intimacy I had ever experienced, yet it was also somehow vexing.She was a virgin, or rather, she used to be.I took that. I fucking did.My gaze was locked on her bare back. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion. I had drained her strength.'Did she enjoy it?' I laughed at that thought. Of course she did, I made sure of it. I fucked her right.The evidence echoed off these walls and probably reached the ears of the neighbors.The bed bore the brunt of every thrust I gave her. The pillows had tumbled to the floor from the force I exerted on her, and the sheets were barely clinging to the bed after I had her the way she desired.She felt so good, so tight around me. So young, so untouched. So delicate that she bled.The duvet bore the mark of her innocence that I had taken, and a part of my heart swelled with a strange joy knowing that it was me who had been her first.She's mine now."Yeah, yo
NATASHAWith a sigh of relief, I placed the tray on the counter, marking the end of my shift and the end of the day's toil. However, I couldn't escape the prying gaze of Doris."What?" I questioned, removing my apron."I've watched you for months, moving around the diner with such elegance. Your posture is impeccable - your back straight, head held high, and your walk, like you own the runway," she observed.There was no escaping her scrutiny."But I've noticed something different these past three days. You've been waddling like a penguin," she squinted at me. "Did Mike wrecked that pussy?" She shifted her eyes below my waist.Caught off guard, I choked on my own spit, staring at her wide-eyed while clutching my throat. "Doris!"Her laughter echoed around the room. "I knew it! You've always had good taste in men, but I didn't expect you to fall for him so quickly. You've only just met him, right?""I never said I did," I defended myself, but Doris remained unconvinced."Your silence s
MICHAELI've never been one to sleep with women more than once, let alone linger for pillow talk or cuddles. Yet here I am, comfortably lounging in her bed, twirling her golden locks around my fingers while she nestles into me.Her head rests on my chest, likely attuned to the rhythm of my heart, which had been racing just a few hours ago.Three days, I was gone.Three days of madness and turmoil, during which I was so out of sorts that I nearly unleashed my frustration on my father. Thankfully, I managed to keep him at bay.The dinner with the Solons went surprisingly well, despite the persistent bitch they wanted me to marry causing my skin to crawl.After such stressful days, rest was essential. And I found it with Tasha."Would it be intrusive if I asked where you've been?" She queried out of the blue."Thought you were asleep," I responded.She propped herself up on her elbow to face me, her hand tracing the contours of my chest as her eyes followed her fingers' path.Meanwhile,
NATASHAMy head felt flushed as soon as I realized that it was Doris whom Mike had opened the door for.He was standing there in his boxers, clearly looking satisfied giving someone a mind-blowing sex. And that someone would be me.I held my head in disbelief as I watched him approach the bed, feeling a mix of depression and embarrassment."She asked us to tone it down," Mike casually uttered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "She said she received complaints from one of the guests about some... sensual disturbances coming from this flat."I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, while Mike acted as if there was nothing to worry about. He seemed proud of what had just happened.Why wouldn't he be? He's a man, and it's in his advantage to create a scandal with a woman who enjoys his performance.I covered my face with my hands, desperately wanting to disappear. If the floor could swallow me up, I would gladly volunteer.Doris had just confirmed all the things I had been defe
MICHAEL"Hey, what's with the fucking text?" I almost spat at Aaron, my frustration evident."Uncle Martin wants to see you, like right now," Aaron replied, leaning against his car with crossed arms. "It's about your 'fiancée', Elena." He gestured quotes in the air."What does he want now? I already attended that damn dinner. Does he expect me to take her out on a date or rush to the altar?" I scoffed."That's the point," Aaron confirmed. "Why are you so angry, Michael?" he asked.I paused, questioning my own anger. After all, the inheritance I've been waiting for is within reach. So why am I struggling to embrace the life I've been chasing?"Remember, it's about the money, not the girls. You agreed to marry Natasha instantly because it's the easiest way to secure the inheritance," Aaron reminded me. "So, what's holding you back now?"Not falling for his question, I let out a bitter chuckle and shook my head. "Who says I'm not on board with the deal? I signed the contract at the dinne
NATASHA"Hey, sorry about ending the call earlier," Laura said apologetically as we resumed our conversation over the phone."That's okay, you know I understand. And this whole situation is because of me," I replied, nodding my head as if she could see me.Lying in bed, I tried to feel the warmth of the spot where Mike had been earlier in the afternoon.Mike's face had been lingering in my mind since he claimed me. And the short and sensual threat he left for me: "eat up or I'll eat you - Mike."I couldn't help but bite my lower lip to stifle a wide grin, causing my cheeks to ache.He's a fascinating person. So mysterious and alluring."Okay, so, my husband left with dad to Paris for business, and I'm alone in the house. No one's going to disturb us," Laura giggled."You do realize it's way past your bedtime, right?" I glanced at the clock; it was almost midnight."Who cares? So, tell me about this guy you were talking about. What's his name?"Humming, I rolled over to face the ceilin
MICHAELGroaning a curse as the sun hit my face, I rolled over to the other side of the bed, only to be hit by a pounding headache. "Fuck..." I moaned."Need a cup of coffee?" a feminine voice asked.My body refused to move, and my eyes were reluctant to open, but when I heard her voice, it was as if my body came alive."Hi," she greeted with a wide smile as I looked at her.She held a white cup in her hand, and the aroma of the coffee filled the air as I saw the steam rising."Come on, get up and drink this. You were so drunk last night," she told me, setting the cup and an Advil on the bedside table."Sorry," I murmured huskily.I still didn't want to get up, but her inviting face compelled me to sit up and drink what she offered.Then I realized, I wasn't wearing anything underneath the blanket.Did she undress me?"Uh--" I heard her say. "You uh-- puked on your clothes last night. I had them washed, they're outside," she stuttered.When I lifted my head, I saw her looking at my pe