Storm still stood at that entrance like a lost child waiting for his mom over the police counter. He was completely confused, afraid of taking the wrong steps and vanishing like a cigar smoke.
None of these women seemed to notice his presence, and it was very unsettling to him. He needed to rest his throbbing knees, and it seemed like he was going to stand longer than he thought.
"Focus!" Storm cursed and gave himself a mild slap as his eyes moved down to his enlarging bulge, " You can't come all the way here to save your wife just to cheat on her," he scolded, his tone mixed with irritation and frustration at his own self.
He tucked his hands into his coat, trying to hide the fact that they were trembling so badly, not because of the cold this time, but out of nervousness, his stomach danced in overwhelming bubbles.
Soon, he was going to meet the ruthless 'devil's incarnate face to face', he was a bit terrified as his mind gradually raced back to the countless rows of warnings his friends bombarded him with.
But still, here he is embarking on that same journey, a man who was ready to do anything for his family to live more comfortably.
"Just keep in mind you are trying to strike a deal with the devil... Storm, this man is dangerous, not even the petty crime dangerous, he is very dangerous!!!" Scarlet, his old-time friend, had warned him when he went over to the man's office to inquire for Salazar's address.
"Three hundred million?!!—man that's insane…... .Are you really sure you want to do this, my man? " Scarlet had asked with concern, but that was all they did and kept doing, show concern, but never help!!! And he was sick of it.
" I want to do this, man!! , So are you going to slide that damn address to me or not?" He had fired that day.
"I pray you don't choke on this....." The man warned with a face full of dread as he slid the tiny card over to the desperate, sweaty-looking man.
But that didn't end there, many people had tried to talk him out of it.
"Why not wait for stocks to fully mature"
" I don't think this is the right way"
" Your wife's pan—pan what?, Pancreatic cancer, amigo that can wait"
" Miguel is evil, give your stick time to yield"
And that's where they totally lost him, if anything, he doesn't have the luxury of time; he doesn't even have any luxury in sight. Everything had been sold to save his wife.
He wasn't ready to make his precious gems motherless. Storm twitched his lips bitterly. He doesn't care what they say about this 'Miguel'; what matters is that the man could be capable of saving his wife and changing his life story.
He breathed, eyes sweeping the screaming luxury in the hut alone; he was ready for whatever this devil wanted, even if it was his desperate soul.
" Mr Storm?" A voice as soft as wax melting over hot metal made Storm snap his head up to the mini staircase where the siren voice came from.
The woman didn't say a word, she just turned and began majestically ascending back from where she came from, drapes swaying like a sea of clouds around her toned waist.
That was definitely the signal, every ounce of coldness was found nowhere near Storm all of a sudden, it felt too hot, it was time to finally speak with the said devil.
It was time to strike a stupid deal from a desperate and hungry mouth, a deal that patience could really have solved, but the mind of a poor man moves on its own.
And with that Storm paced up the stairs carefully.
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[Five years later (and some months)]
"Hmmmmm!!!!"The moan got deeper and more inviting as the friction and tension from the deep stroking got more intense.
Miguel!
Lying on his king-sized bed, a few inches from the wide-opened window, where the pale moon slipped into his dark monochromatic room that had a stinging scent of sweat mixed with undying fragrance, the moon casted faint silver lines across the foam he laid on, spreading across to every corner it could possibly reach.
Miguel held his phone above his face, the digital light from the screen, illuminating and highlighting the carves of his beautifully sculpted face that kept folding in surrender to the intense moaning and sound of intimate collision of flesh against flesh, that leaked off from the phone's speakers, care-freely loud and softly over laying his deep unapologetic sexy grunts.
As his body vibrated rapidly, His folded palms kept taking lapses up and down his monstrous rock hardened solid pipe, faster, then slower, then faster again, but the orgasm wasn't coming, even the porn wasn't able to nail the spot.
He caught his frustrated reflection from the mirror he had intentionally set up in front of this whole scene just to see himself perform, a usual habit.
His body was already drenched in glistening sweat 'thanks to the moon'.
Miguel used to be in charge and in control on nights like this, but tonight?, control and "in charge" was the least way to describe this whole chaos.
He was already bored, probably because of what had occurred in the last few weeks. He had tried masturbating again just to relieve stress, but whenever his mind reminds him someone had sent amateurs to end his life, that feeling makes his belly churn so hard.
He dragged himself up slightly on the head rest of the bed, turned off the phone as he carefully tossed it to the side, another low grunt escaping those lips as he tiredly, slicked back the wet strands of hair out of his face sucking his teeth.
" Shit! " He exclaimed, watching his boa constrictor shrink into a baby mouse, limping sideways on his recently shaved torso, probably tired and frustrated just like his master.
"It's high time I get you some real nice food" Miguel exhaled lazily, stealing a glance at himself as he whispered again in retreat, " Feeding you myself is clearly not working anymore " he said averting his gaze over to the large window that showcased panoramic views of an island's nightlife; those bastards would be caught soon.
He assured himself, sinking back to his bed, letting the silence speak for itself, and then suddenly and uninvited, the incident that happened a couple days ago at that club slipped right through his heavy heart.
To be continued....