Sasha Jones Morales
I don't know why I asked him his first name. Now he might think I'm interested in him. The worst part is, he hasn't answered me yet.
“Let me guess, " he then said, "You are a kind of little rich rebel who refuses to mingle with the world of her peers, but who still enjoys the advantage of her world.”
“Yes, how did you guess? Are you a clairvoyant or something like that? But bravo, you read my soul, I respond sarcastically.”
He laughs lightly and I take a sip of my drink.
“Am I wrong ?”
“Completely.”
He locks his tablet and places his elbow on the counter, turning slightly towards me. I'm a little unsettled so I play with the pick of my glass.
“In my turn, you are a little bud born with a golden spoon in your mouth and whose destiny is all mapped out, aren't you?”
He doesn't answer so I raise my head and just from his expression I guess I've hit the nail on the head.
“So I managed to analyze yourself in thirty seconds and I'm a better seductress than you. You can always forfeit instead of trying to stand up to me.”
“Best seductress according to whom? Because you had fun with a cocktail pick?”
“You looked at him with so much passion”
“Really?”
He runs his tongue over his lips before tilting his head.
Then how did I end up locked in the girls' bathroom with him? Difficult to explain…
I think I gave his ego several points.
“So you think you're better than me?”
I sit down next to the sink and swing my legs, nodding my head. I smile at him before puffing on the joint I've been sharing with him for a few minutes. I love the feeling of fullness I feel. I hand it to him and he finishes it before throwing it in the sink.
“I think you are not indifferent.”I reply, crossing my legs.
“Because maybe you are?”
“No, I don't think you're bad, but at least I don't hide it.”
I place my hands on his shoulders and loosen the collar of his shirt.
“You don't look very comfortable”
“And you are way too comfortable”
“I'm intimidating you. I finish my sentence with a start because his hands grip my waist tightly.”
“Do you think I can be easily intimidated?”
I half open my mouth as he slides his hands down my body. Why did I wear such a tight dress? I feel like I can feel his DNA permeating my skin through my dress.
“Is-”
“You? He asks with a satisfied smile.”
“Intimidates you. I'm intimidating you.”
And now his hands are on my thighs. Damn why am I dressed like that.
He places both hands on my thighs before slowly moving back up. I feel my heart rate speed up and it continues to rise.
“Admit it”
“What? I let go frustrated”
“You're all wet.”
I open my mouth for a few seconds before closing it. He stares at me with his smirk and I smile back.
“Check for yourself”
He raises an eyebrow before starting to laugh.
“You're so not ready for this.”
And I really wasn't, when will I finally learn to shut my mouth. Not tonight anyway.
His fingers slide over the most sensitive part of my body without any difficulty and I can't even scream his name because I don't even know him. I didn't even kiss him.
“Fuck.” I can't even string two words together, he speeds up every time I open my mouth. I feel the heat in my lower abdomen reaching its maximum and I tighten my arms around his large shoulders. I reach the peak of my pleasure and my body trembles while clinging to him.
Damn!
“I think I won.”
“Yes,” I reply, trying to catch my breath. “Yes you won, ok I'll hand over the victory to you for now.”
There's a loud knock on the door and I'm still trying to get over what I just experienced.
There is another knock and I turn my head towards the entrance.
“IT IS OCCUPIED!”
“HE'S THE BOSS OF THE BOX, GET OUT OR WE'LL BRING DOWN THE DOOR”
I raise my eyebrows and burst out laughing before getting off the sink.
“Come with me.” He said after sending a message with his phone.
He takes my hand and we go out as if nothing had happened, in front of the owner and around ten women who were waiting in line.
“I forgot my panties in the toilet.” I whisper and he bursts out laughing.
We find ourselves alone in a corner and he takes it out of his pocket. I look at him with a look of surprise before telling him
“What did you want to do with it? “I ask, tapping his shoulder.
“I took it for you. But it’s true that it could have been a good memory.”
I smile unconsciously before discreetly putting this little piece of fabric back on
“So you want memories of me?”
I raise my face to his because he is very tall and he runs his hand through my hair and I slowly tilt my neck from the contact.
“You have the most fascinating look I have seen in my entire life.”
I bite my lower lip and feel my cheeks heat up. I often receive compliments, but with him it’s completely different. I feel my heart racing as our lips brush.
He crushes his lips to mine and I grab his neck with my hands. They go up in his hair which is definitely no longer as neat as it was earlier. His locks slip through my fingers, it's the most passionate kiss I've ever given anyone. It tastes like those delicious caramel candies I'm addicted to with a tobacco aftertaste. It smells so good.
His tongue teases mine and I squeeze a piece of his shirt in my fist. I play with his lips before detaching myself from him, he leans to kiss me again but I place my index finger on his mouth.
“I don't want to be a simple memory, I want to be unforgettable. And I want my revenge.”
He smirked before taking my hand.
“Let's go then.”
…….
Arriving in his hotel room, we didn't waste any time, I couldn't sit still the whole way. I unbutton his shirt slowly while straddling him while placing my lips on his neck. I stand up for the last buttons and I stay frozen for a few seconds on his tattoos.
“That's wonderful”
“I return you the compliment.”
I smile before letting him take off my dress. Luckily I wore sexy lingerie. He stands up, his hands on my buttocks, I move my body against him, leaning on his shoulders and feeling that he is completely ready for me.
“Shit. He curses as I continue.”
I kiss him again before pushing him to lie down on the bed, without detaching my lips from his.
I caress his chest before standing up
“I will take care of you”
Did I take care of him? Yes. Did he thank me? Yes and in all possible positions.
Will I have trouble walking? Definitely.
I wake up against his warm body and I've never found myself in a position like this after a one night stand. He hugs me tightly, my head and my hand are against his chest.
I don't want to get up, it's way too comfortable and it smells so good that I want to cry.
I feel my phone vibrate and after a few movements worthy of an Olympic gymnastics champion, I manage to grab it.
Twenty missed calls from Ethan, I roll my eyes, he must be in excess all the time, and fifteen messages. Okay, he's already done worse.
I get up and head to the bathroom and stop myself from screaming when I see my face, my mascara is smeared and my lipstick is an incredible mess around my mouth.
It’s probably written big on my forehead “got fucked last night”, Pardon my language.
I'm so stressed I wash my face with hand soap to clean up the damage, I'll break out but it's no big deal. I find a pair of glasses on his table and I take them, he will forgive me, I have to hide my ugly face knowing that I risk meeting someone I know.
“Goodbye to the best shot of my life.” I sigh while looking at him for a few minutes and he suddenly turns around which makes me rush towards the exit.
Sasha's apartment, 10:30 a.m.“Do you know how worried I was?”“No tell me” I reply while applying my lipstick“A lot Sasha, a lot. It's hard to be friends with you because I know that waiter's tea chased you so I was scared.”“It's hard to be friends with a fatal beauty” I reply, laughing.He sighs and I roll my eyes “I hope it was worth it”“It was a 100 out of 10 Ethan.”"At this point?"I nod my head wistfully “In all sincerity I just want to lie down and let my body rest. But I had this lunch with her, it couldn't fall. I want to get around on crutches Ethan.”* "STOP! Stop!" I burst out laughing and he gave himself a head massage. “Sometimes your outspokenness is a curse”I shrug my shoulders and finish applying my mascara"And you?"“Unlike you, I stayed calm and only thought about Jordan.”“I’ll make him regret dumping you.”“You’re not going to do anything at all,” he said with a laugh.I smile and grab my keys from the bedside before kissing hi
Sasha Jones MoralesHe stands there, clearly uncomfortable, admiring the decor of my apartment until he notices me staring at him.“How we meet again…” He says with a touch of sarcasm to start the discussion.“Explain to me why I shouldn’t attack you with my heels?” I responded coldly.He huffs before sitting down on the couch. He finally takes off his celebrity glasses." I made a mistake."“You cheated on your fiancée!” I start screaming, unable to keep my cool. “And she had to be my best friend.”“She never told me about you.”“It wouldn’t have changed absolutely anything!”I spit, hallucinating at his attempt to make excuses.“Why cheat on Ella? The only person at Ella's level grace and class it's Jackie Kennedy! Or Lady Diana.. Or…”“It’s okay, I think I understand, Sasha”I stop talking, it's the first time he says my name.- "What ?"- “I hate when you say my first name”He nods and an awkward silence settles in the room.He chuckles lightly and the atmosphere automatically cal
Sasha Jones Morales “There you go, he said, walking in front of me,kitchen is here if you're hungry and- “ I know this house by heart then it will be fine I think Damon. »He nods and I lean against a piece of furniture, I look up at the ceiling,like it was super interesting. “ How long have you known each other?” “ CE1.” I reply in a whisper. He runs his hands over his face. “ Oh yeah anyway." “What ? You realize the mess you have fucked up, is that it?” “ I'm sorry, okay? If I had to do it again I…”I cross my arms against my chest waiting for him to finish his sentence. “If I had to do it again I…” “ Believe me, if I knew who you were, I would never have laid eyes on you. Damon Westwood”He sighs before looking up. “ I knew it wouldn't be long before you shed all the light on me." “You just confirm all the clichés.Rich hunks? Unable tokeep it in their pants.” “ Listen Sasha, I don't understand this, what hap
Damon Westwood After placing our order and picking it, we were in my car enjoying our meal. “It’s been a long time since I ate here, I let go after finishing my hamburger.” “I eat there at least once a week. I’m a real addict, replies the brunette before licking the tip of her thumb.” "Once a week ?" I repeat, hallucinated. “Wow.” “Wow what?” she bounced with a raised eyebrow. “My body takes it very well.” "I do not doubt it." “You can’t doubt it, you saw it for yourself.”I raise my eyebrows and she shrugs her shoulders, looking at me. Yeah she's still pretty drunk I think. There is a little silence and I suck down my coke using my straw. “Tell me Mickey, I've been trying to understand for a while how you, she lifts a chicken wing and I understand that it's my representation, and Ella, she lifts another chicken wing,had could put you together.”I sigh before readjusting my position in my seat. “His father was promoted to general manager of tex
Sasha Jones Morales “Come on, tell me more about this Camille.”Damon's car has been driving around New York for about ten minutes now. He hasn't said a word since the start of the ride, but I feel hislook through the rearview mirror. I take a breath before answering Ella. “I like him, for a while actually, and today I'm literallycame across him and it gave us the opportunity to chat.”Ella smiles like she's excited for me, she's about to speak but Damon beats her to my surprise. “It’s funny Sasha, I didn’t imagine you at all with that kind of boy.”I furrow my eyebrows as I meet his gaze through the rearview mirror." Oh no ? And what kind of boys do you imagine me with, Damon? »I feel like he's holding back a smile and it annoys me a lot. “A little more serious?” “What makes you think Camille isn’t serious, love?” Ella asks with a laugh.I cross my arms silently, waiting for him to respond. “No, it’s just that, I feel like it’s a bit of a bumm
Sasha Jones Morales He did not come. I didn't even want him to come at first and he didn't come. What asshole? Who does he think he is, canceling appointments without warning! What was I thinking anyway? That he would rush to my door like a love-starved teenager? “He’s really a big coward.” I blurt out while rolling a joint. I need to relax. When I'm in such an angry state, there are only two things that can calm me down. Sex or a joint. The best is when it's both but you can't have everything in life. I finish rolling and I sit in my balcony, I ended up putting on a nightie wearing a silk nightgown realizing that Damon really stood me up and he wasn't going to come. I smoke while looking at the starry sky. I already feel a little better. I check my phone quickly, responding briefly to a few messages. Sam has a mission for me, I'll take care of it tomorrow for now I just want to relax. I now feel so soft and that makes me smile. The advantage of being an occasional consu
Sasha Jones Morales"Hey Sasha, do you have someone right now?”I turn my attention back to Sam and furrow my eyebrows. She knows my position regarding this type of relationship. “Sam you know very well what I think “boyfriends”, I’m not into that.” "Ah good ? I don't know you seem to medifferent lately. I don’t know what but something has changed”I roll my eyes. It's not going to be tomorrow that I'm seriously going out with someone. Especially considering how I make my living, I doubt anyone would want an escort. “Anyway, everything went well this evening ?"I nod and show him the wad of notes that Monsieur Laurent, an old Frenchman, gave me today. “3000. It is very quiet but very generous this Laurent.”He just wanted me to have dinner with him at his house. It was weird but quite profitable. I guess he's starting to struggle with loneliness.Sam smiles and I sigh.“I can’t wait to get this over with. I...I'mcan’t bother with these old people anymore.”She gives me a
Sasha Jones Morales I open the door to my apartment, knowing full well who just rang the bell. “You left like a thief.” "Yes. I refuse the internship.” The tattooed man sighs before nodding. " Alright. As you wish." “No, but Damon? You mean to tell me you wouldn’t mind working with me?” “If June hired you it wasn’t for nothing." “It’s because she knows what happened passed between us.” I retort, not so fooled. Damon starts laughing lightly and I frowns my eyebrows. It is rare that I see laughing also sincerely. "It's true. But she really looked at your file and she thinks you deserve your chance.” I look at him with crossed arms, not knowing not really what to say. I'm quite surprised, but I don't show it. “I need to talk to Elsa about it. » He raises an eyebrow and sighs. "As you wish." I don't say anything more and he walks towards the door, before turning around. “Actually you just have to come with me. I have lunch with her.” I r