His handshake felt like forever when I felt my nipples grew harder because I could feel the push from inside both of my breasts. Unconsciously, I pushed my chest forward like serving my bosoms to his face.
Then he licked his lips and swallowed one thing that I knew it was his saliva.
He too, wanted to eat me right away.
But he even put more rejection to the foreplay when he pinned me with a slight empty space between us without touching me, not even with a tip of his jacket. He only put both of his hands, on dad's desk so I was like in his cage of arms. I just wished he would rip my clothes and fuck me on that desk on that moment right away. I could use a good fuck to avoid the sadness I had because of dad's leaving.
Instead, he just smiled, didn't touch me except with his heavy and hot breath.
I swore I could eat and suck his nose for doing that.
Then I closed my eyes, because I didn't know what to do. I couldn't escape myself from those hypnotizing jet-black eyes.
I heard he was smiling and slowly drew himself farther because I couldn't feel his welcoming breath anymore.
"Do you need anything, my lady?" Mr. Tanaka's voice awoke me from Daniel's drug.
And Daniel was already two meters away from me. I guessed Mr. Tanaka didn't see how willingly I was to almost fall into Daniel's arms.
This is dangerous. So, I said,
"Daniel was about to leave, Mr. Tanaka. Could you please send him out? I have to pack for the flight tomorrow." I tried to calm myself and smiled.
Then to Daniel I said,
"I'm looking forward to hearing from you…"
[Wait… did I just legalize him to ravish me?] I didn't know for how many times I tried to reject the sweet seduction.
"Absolutely, my lady… I'll call you." He answered firmly with his drop-dead smile.
Then after they were out of the room, I held on to the tip of dad's working desk and let out a big sigh. I felt safe.
But I didn't feel safe that night. I had few orgasms with the image of Daniel's head between my legs. Eating the most intimate part of me, while his facial hair brushing my inner thighs.
I woke up with extreme weakness in the morning. I had to take few vitamins to keep me strong, so then I headed to the Main Land to meet Iron.
He said that he had someone to introduce to me. He asked about how the funeral was as well anyway. So yeah, I'd have to tell him all. Well, not all. Not about Daniel. Maybe only the part that he was an apprentice to Detective G that would keep me updated with dad's mysterious investigation. That Daniel would be calling me every week.
[Ohhh… I couldn't wait.]
Wait, what did I just think?
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That Night Creature.
In the jet-black night, he kept on being upright.
No one could escape from his sight,
Nor take immediate flight.
Once a woman mesmerized by him,
Then there was no return in his eyes' gleam.
All sucked into the darkest color of his eyes.
Like anything trapped under the thick cold ice.
He was like the Grim Reaper of death,
With the grin of a fallen angel's bright light.
Blinding your eyes.
His eyebrow stabbed too high like the tip of the angel's wings' wye.
Adding the sharpness of his hypnotizing gaze.
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That night wasn't too cold surrounded that small café in the northern part of the Imperial Colony. The café was a favorite for those who escaped reality or the mediocre lives in that city.
'добре дошъл' was written on the front door of that small café. The owner wasn't from around. He left from far away land to taste a new life in the Imperial Colony, bringing his delicious cakes' family secret recipes.
Days, you might want to stay outside on the café's porch and see the view of the whole Imperial Colony skyline. There were the old buildings, the historical landmarks, and the sharp pine scrapers as its frame.
But nights, you'd definitely want to stay inside the café, avoiding sometimes very cold night air. Enjoying a small plate of blueberry cheesecake and a cup of Joe, maybe with a stranger as a pleasant company. Jazz and blues always played in that small café, brought you deep into the night with your happiest thoughts or even terrifying nightmares. You chose yourself.
Many came to the café, alone, and then some would stay alone like the undercover billionaire that always sat on the corner table facing the window. For a while, he could forget he had uptight schedule. He didn't come often, just maybe once or twice in six months.
Each time a lonely woman embraced herself to sit in front of him he would just smile and politely said,
"I'm mourning that I don't need sex to remind me of her sexy figure. I just miss her."
That strong line never failed to send any attractive woman or merely too pretty hooker to right away leave the table and left him alone undisturbed.
Then he would stare outside through the window, as if there was someone outside the window he knew but he just couldn't reach. Once the owner ever asked, and he answered with he was just missing his late wife and a daughter that lived in another country.
And some would go outside together. Doing an obvious business that you would want to know but you felt like you didn't need to know. Let them do their businesses, then be strangers again in the morning or even before the dawn was coming.
Those women were being rejected by the undercover billionaire on the corner table, usually would find another lonely man. No matter young or old. Until some times, people were disappearing then the man noticed and asked the owner at his last visit…
-To be continued-