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Chapter 3 - The Women in His Life

THE DEADLY NIGHTSHADE – ENGLISH VERSION

03 – The Women in His Life

Gavin lay down on a pile of pillows and enjoyed every sensation of wet kisses that Sasha had landed all over his body.

The woman took off her clothes and smiled sweetly. Gavin just grinned and rolled his neck, loosening his muscles. His thoughts were still wandering to his mother. As usual, she is being an annoying old woman and seemed happy to make other people's lives difficult.

"Darl, just give me one more. One more…" whispered Sasha, her hands playing with his chest hair.

"You want more?" Gavin raised his eyebrows.

Sasha nodded excitedly. She was very much prepared. Even though the sweat on her forehead isn't dry yet, she wanted more.

Gavin smiles and grabs Sasha's waist, pulling her until their positions switch, his hand gently caressing her thigh. Their gazes met, Sasha bit her lip and tugged at Gavin's neck, kissing him wildly.

Gavin's hands grabbed and squeezed her breast, causing a passionate moan from Sasha, "Oh, baby. Please, give me more."

"Sure thing." Gavin replied, he deepened his kiss and grabbed Sasha's leg, opened her thigh wide and took off the thong that she had only been wearing for a few minutes. The thong is the most useless thing humans have ever created.

Sasha sighed deliciously as Gavin grabbed her and caressed her gently. "Come, baby. Come inside me, hurry…"

"I have no condom, Babe." Gavin whispered as he continued to fiddle with his fingers, she began to gasp.

"It's okay, you can cum outside." Sasha pulled down Gavin's boxer.

Gavin smiled "If you say so."

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The morning sunlight touched his face. Gavin woke up and found himself still in Sasha's apartment.

"Shit!" he cursed and immediately got out of bed. He grabbed his boxer and trousers which were lying on the carpet. He put it on quickly. His head was still dizzy, but he couldn't stay here long.

"Morning, darl."

The affectionate greeting startled Gavin who was wearing his belt. Sasha comes with the breakfast tray and smiles sweetly. Her face looked both tired and satisfied, her lips swollen from their hot kisses last night.

"Just give me my shirt." Gavin asked Sasha who was wearing his shirt from last night.

"Why? You're not staying here for breakfast?" asked Sasha, she put the tray onto the bed. There was a plate of toast and a glass of orange juice.

Gavin shook his head and walked over to Sasha, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Slowly, Sasha's breasts popped out from under her shirt. His Adam's apple swallowed hard, this woman really knows how to tempt him. Quickly, Gavin unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from Sasha who was now standing naked in front of him.

"Are you sure, you're not eating breakfast first?" Sasha asked with a seductive look.

Gavin shook his head and put on his shirt with lightning speed. This time he was looking for his shoes under the bed.

"Or do you feel for a quickie?" Sasha knows how to make a man groaned with disbelief. She lay down on the bed, posing a sensual pose.

Gavin shook his head hard and closed his eyes, "I should go."

He had finished putting on his shoes and stood up. Sighed deeply and looked at Sasha who smiled seductively at him.

"Cover yourself." Gavin pulled the bed cover and covered Sasha's naked body over her head, the woman screamed and tugged the blanket.

"GAVIIINNN!!"

Gavin rushed out of the room before Sasha could catch him. He's done playing with her.

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Hah. Crazy, that woman is really nuts. She never satisfied even though Gavin giving her the best three rounds last night.

Gavin caught his breath and pressed the button for the elevator down. He glanced at his Rolex around his wrist.

Eight o'clock in the morning. It was too early to wake up for Gavin Kingston, but he had to come to the office this morning.

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Dozens of miscalled and messages from his best pal, Brayton. Before Gavin had time to reply to his messages, the cell phone rang, Brayton's caller ID was displayed on the screen.

Gavin cleared his throat and answered the phone "Hello."

"Oh. Shit man, you're still alive!" Brayton's exclaim sounded both irritated and relieved.

"Yes, of course. What do you expect?" Gavin asked sarcastically. He tapped his shoes on the floor of the elevator, noting the floor number decreasing slowly, taking him to the lobby.

"You didn't show up last night, where were you, dude?" asked Brayton, sounding worried. "I woke up early to watch the news today, hoping to hear any news about you."

"Oh, yeah? Are you hoping to watch the news about me being kidnapped by a crazy woman to become a sex slave?"

"Whoa, you got caught by Sasha again, huh?" asked Brayton cheerfully, his voice relaxed.

"You bet." Gavin replied as he stepped out of the elevator, he walked towards the parking lot where he parked his car, "She's got the shit out of me."

"Yeah, man, you should have told me if you were with Sasha, I would gladly come and help you out." Brayton chuckled on the other side.

Gavin didn't hear the words from his friend, he was frozen in time. His mouth and eye wide open. The first thing he realized was, his precious Bugatti Veyron has vanished!

He stood there while the world spinning around him. The second thing he shouted was "SHIT!!"

"Whoa! What's up?"

'Sorry Bray, gotta go." Exclaimed Gavin and immediately hung up. He rushed to the security office which is not far from the parking lot.

"Sir!" Gavin panting, his eyes widened "Sir, I report a stolen car! My car has been stolen!"

The bored-looking cop looked at Gavin for a moment and his smile slowly broke. "Well, good morning, Mr. Kingston."

The policeman's calm posture made Gavin even more upset. "Do you hear me? My car was stolen!"

The policeman nodded "To be honest, sir. Maybe you forgot that your assistant took your car last night.

Gavin gawked "What? Assistant? What assistant?!"

"Your assistant from Belladonna Cosmetics, she said that you—"

The policeman's sentence was not yet complete, Gavin had already run out of the post and immediately stopped a cab looking furious "Fifth Avenue, please."

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