Sasha J. Morales I always wanted to do this. Even if It's not in my nature to wait. I must be on my third glass of wine, and I'm dancing to Lana Del Rey's voice, Body Electric. A silk nightgown over my $1,500 lingerie. Wearing expensive lingerie to drive a man crazy? Deliciously enjoyable. I look at my watch, 8:54 p.m. Is he going to come? How could he not come.... I down my glass of wine in one go before placing it on the glass table next to the sofa. Maybe I should slow down and not drink a fourth otherwise I risk collapse before I even find out if Damon came. Or maybe just a little bit. I grab my drink just as I hear the door slam. I turn around and raise an eyebrow seeing the big brown guy enter the bedroom. “You are completely unconscious.” he said as he moved towards me, pushing me on the couch after I barely had the time to put down my glass. “I’m some-” He silences me by placing his lips against mine. His hands squeeze my bare stomach, and it's so raw. I real
Sasha J. Morales I shake myself from side to side, hoping to escape his hands. Impossible. “Stop Mickey!” I shout, giggling like a child. “Please te-” and giggle again. “Oh yeah you’re really ticklish. Interesting." I keep laughing and he finally stops tickling my stomach. “How is it interesting to know that I am ticklish? I have stomach cramps because of you, that’s smart,” I moan. “It’s simple, now I can blackmail you by making you tickle, and also use it if you sulks.” “I’m not a sulky girl. And what kind of blackmail?” - Like when I tell you that I don't want to watch... well that kind of boring movie on Netflix. Or also... when you realize that you have wrong and you don't want to admit it. I would force it now.” “Well then you can-” Crazy laugh. He put his hands on my again belly. " All right ! All right !" I end up giving in out of breath. He smiles and places his head on my thighs before turning it towards the TV to watch my crappy movie. His profile is truly flaw
Sasha J. Morales The voice of Jorja Smith then resonates that I smoke, again, in shorties in my bedroom. I smoked this a lot week. Lying on my bed, I lift my legs and place my hands behind my thighs. I can see that the white varnish on my toes are starting to flake. I have to go to the beautician, maybe I'll ask Sam to come with me, just to make it up to me for ignoring him the last few days. My door unlocks and I frown as I sit up. I kneel on my bed and remove my joint from my mouth. “You are uncatchable” “Ethan you fucking scared me.” He doesn't get up and sits next to me. He opens the bag he took with him. Food ! " I love you." I pass him my joint which he collects grimacing and I open the cardboard box containing my noodles. I catch chopsticks and start eating. I would have preferred a big hamburger but I'm not going to complain. “Sasha, you’re producing exactly the pattern I didn’t want you to do.” "That's to say?" I ask for the mouth half full. “Are you heartbroken
Damon Westwood Sasha has already danced with at least five different guys. Five guys who have offered her a drink. She hasn't paid a cent since she's been here. I observe it while keeping an eye on June. These two are truly beautiful women and in the past it has already damaged my best friend. She almost got kidnapped and she takes it with disconcerting lightness. Since then, when we are traveling I arrange for security to keep an eye on her in the evenings she goes to when I am not not with her. Since she warned me at the last minute I couldn't do it. So I have to come. Sasha is now in company a big brown, and she looks good appreciate. I swallowed as I saw her put her hands behind her neck. She flirts with him, and she's completely torn. He puts his hand on her back and I move towards them. “Sasha.” She turns her head towards me and furrows her eyebrows. “Your name is Sasha? You told me that Your name was Jane!” “Ugh, Mickey you fucked up my identity secret.” she breathes,
Sasha J. Morales I haven't really slept and this morning. I did everything to avoid Damon. It wasn't very difficult though, he didn't show up. Apparently he had meetings with English partners. I'm really looking forward to going back to New York, it's been raining a lot here. I hate the rain. “I know you told me at 1 p.m. but you know that I'm always ahead. It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you at hotel bar…” I watch the woman of around fifty sit down next to me. I shift my tea to avoid bothering her. " THANKS." she said with a smile. She looks at her phone and pushes a sigh. “Men are incapable of arriving on time, there is nothing they can do.” "I want to believe you." I reply with a smile. She's really beautiful. Her hair is a very light blonde, almost white. She exudes luxury. I can see it just from her diamond necklace and the jewelry on her hands. It's not excessive. But she must easily have at least $50,000 worth of jewelry. “Do you work here?” she asks me looking at my
Damon Westwood “I don’t understand why you you interfere in my society while you Have always told me you don’t want anything to do with this?” “I just wanted to see how your business is going and how you’re doing.”This is all nonsense, I don't know what he's looking for, wanting to make a surprise visit, but he should hurry up and get out of my company with his whole army. I put my hands in the pockets of my pants and look at them. I refrain from rolling my eyes. Of course! “Even though I am not affiliated with you and this... brand. I still want see how it goes. And then you remain my son so you remain associated with me no matter what.” “I would put the company in June’s name if necessary. Don’t meddle in my business.” He raises his eyebrows and walks towards me. “If you continue to behave.” He quickly glances at Elsa who is chatting with my assistant further away. “This marriage. I can’t wait for it to happen.” I stop myself from rolling my eyes and holds my gaze. He tur
Sasha J. Morales Damon's thrusts shake my body in the most obscene way possible. I cling to him and he continues as if he wants to make up for all the times he couldn't. I'm screaming so loud, I didn't even know I was capable of pushing that kind of note. Maybe I should consider a career in music. Oh my God, he's so talented, he manages to give me the effects of very hard drugs. I sing like a saucepan. I have no future in music. “Damon…” I moan his name digging my fingers into his back. I don't even know if we're on the bed he shares with Ella. In any case, if the bedding wasn't so luxurious, we probably would have broken it. His lips suck on my neck, and I try to control my breathing. I'm almost out of breath. “Come on Sasha... he whispers against my ear. - You first. » I manage to answer, before biting my lower lip. He has already managed to ignite my Body a first time using only his fingers, I can't lose again... Well, I don't want to... but I don't think not really havin
Sasha J. Morales At first I told myself that I was hallucinating. The second time I wanted to hallucinate The third time... I knew it was unfortunately real. > He grabs my wrist and makes me move two cars further. There is a black Maybach there, he opens it and open the passenger side for me. I can't. "Damon...please I can't leave." - Inside. » My heart is beating at an incredible speed. I don't know what I owe most to fear. Deserting a mission as important or refuse Damon an explanation. I huff and get into the car. He closes behind me. And settles down driver's side.