But she did not disappear like he expected. She stopped before him and waved her fingers in his face. "Look who's here again!" She shrieked, and Mario felt his knees giving way to the ground. Her voice was ringing in his head, and it started to echo in his stomach. "Belle?" Mario gasped, but the woman shook his shoulders violently, and that immediately jerked him back to reality. "Sorry, I ..I thought.." He stammered, turning away towards the direction he came from. The moment he knew it was not her, he started running away."Hey! Wait!" The woman whom he deemed rather familiar followed him. "You know me, don't you? Bianca...from the other night, remember?" Mario turned to her when she would not stop shouting his name. "I don't remember fucking you, Bianca." Biana chuckled and sighed, trying to suck in her ragged breaths. "Well, you have not fucked me yet." She said seductively, "I was talking to you at the bar two nights ago... I asked if you could understand English." Mario st
Mario was dumbfounded when he got to Bianca's. Hers was a rather exquisite place. He was beside himself with unbelief when he followed her in, and settled on her plush sofa. "You like what you see?" She asked, laughing mischievously, "Wait until you see something better." She flung her shoes in the air and walked into the kitchen."Come here, Mario. I don't exactly know your favorite drink." Like a determined fool for Belle, he got up and answered the woman's call. There was a wet bar in there for serving drinks, and Mario gasped. Hers was a luxury home, almost as exquisite as his family home back in Le Marais. "Just what are you?" He asked, leaning on the wall by the door. "Simple. Just a woman who goes after what she wants." She started, pulling out all shades of alcohol. "That's what Belle is not." Mario ignored her last comment, and touches the bottles of drinks. "Why do you go to the bar when you have so many drinks in here?" Bianca was quiet. She asked him, with her eyes,
Mario stopped in the middle of the road, his eyesight dimming gradually. From a corner of his eyes, he could see a shadow following him. For some reason, it felt like he was in some type of nightmare. "Jack?" He called. "Is that you, Jack?" Deep down, he knew Jack would never follow him down here. He did sleep with girls a lot, but he must not know Bianca, or so he thought. "Well, whoever the fuck you are, you had better stop following me." It stopped when he did, and moved when he did. He was only a few metres away from Bianca's, and it was already half past 10. "Shit." He cussed, wiping sweat off his brow. His jeans were still a little loose since he had left his belt at Bianca's. His phone was buzzing in his pockets too, but he simply stared at it with disgust. "Fucking liar." He mumbled, repeatedly. "Why does everyone have to be a fucking liar?" Mario wondered if he should run as fast as he could, or go back in the direction he came. He tried to walk away, and he noticed a
Jack was almost rounding a bend that led out of the apartment when he remembered that he must have burnt Belle's letter. "Fuck," He cussed. He used to think that the biggest problem anyone could have was being homeless and hungry, but now he realized money was not even everything. If you aren't homeless or hungry, you could still be facing some tough life issues that you can't talk about. His mind drifted briefly back to when he lost some money to a poker bet, quite a big amount of money, but nonchalant as he was, he came home acting like all was well, and lying to Mario about not being paid at work. Not that he didn't care about losing six thousand dollars, but he didn't like the idea of his only friend assuming him to be a total failure. "Fuck me. I am not even a good influence to him." He chuckled wryly, and totally unapologetic about the whole thing. Still, he wished he could do something to help his best friend. The only thing he knew Mario to like was women, but it was a fu
She carefully slipped off the short see-through robe she had on. Then, she went up to Mario, and on her tippy toes, she extended her tongue to his earlobe, earning a moan from him. "You are so good at this." He mumbled, lifting her onto his chest. "You're just like her, a good-girl on face value, a baddie at heart." Jack shook his head from side to side, and pulled his friend aside from the voracious woman's hands. "I need to borrow him for a minute." He told her, then he dragged him outside. She shrugged and waited, her arms on her bare breasts. Mario's shorts tugged at his bulging cock as he got dragged by Jack. He knew that he was doing the most insane thing in the whole wide world, but he liked to care about the only things that mattered..."At the moment. I only want to care about what matters right now, and that is us going into that room and drilling the hell out of that damsel, okay?" He whispered back. "I did not want to sleep around tonight, but once I heard her name, oh
Twenty five hours later, Jack was back at the apartment, watching it from a distance and shaking his head, because it had now become a crime scene. He could not believe his eyes.He had not even noticed that his car- the one he shared with Mario had been dismantled by whoever attacked Bianca. Just yesterday, the three good-for-nothings were arguing about the situation at hand- Belle or no Belle, and now the one who was captured by them- Bianca, was nowhere to be found. Once he ran into five different hospitals and she wasn’t in any, he had given up, checked in an hotel, and texted Mario all about it, because he was not taking his calls. Then, he sat for twenty four long hours asking himself how stupid he could be, and waiting to report her missing. “I could have plucked his hair for an evidence ,” He thought, his mind retracting back to the precious encounter with the strange man. “or chased him at least.” But stupidly instead, he had run off to all hospitals that came to mind,
Chapter 13: Newly Found Whatever With no option left to choose, Jack dragged her along, unsure of where they were headed. “You see, Jack, I think I can give you everything you want,” She paused to look him in the eye, “If only you let me.” “What do you mean by everything I want?” He asked with his eyes, but she just flashed him another open-toothed smile. When they crossed to the other end of the street and she hailed a taxi, he just followed, like a mule led to the slaughterhouse. He needed to be anywhere but the crime scene, so it was allowed. Fifteen minutes later, he was seated in her room in a dingy little house, near the popular café Mericourt. “You have a nice house by the way. Small but comfy." He commented, strangely feeling at home. He thought it was crazy that he briefly forgot that his house had just been labelled a crime scene, and he was going to be in a financial mess for the next several weeks. Besides it wasn't the best idea flirting with the girl that made
She rubbed his abs and nibbled on his navel for a second. Jack moaned, drawing her closer to himself. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing on him. "Do you even like redheads, Jack?" She asked carefully, her hands now on his belt. "What's your ideal type of woman?" "Yes, you look beautiful. Redheads are beautiful women." He said, between his teeth. "I don't have a type. I love all beautiful women." He was having a hard time enduring her overstretched advances. With a pleased smile on her face, she started to unbuckle his shiny silver belt. "I can give you everything you want, Jack. Except you don't want me to." She said, again, and he wondered what she meant. Once his pants were off his lower body, he cupped her waist, and stared into her eyes,"You know you said that earlier. What exactly do you mean?" She flashed him a smile as a response, and pulled his feet out of his pants in one go. "Hey, I want to know. What exactly can you give me, Belle?" He tapped her because he really