WICKED GAME

WICKED GAME

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Michael DiNozzo is a carefree, jovial young man with a lot of women friends. He is not a playboy by choice but his career, personality, looks and family background makes him absolutely irresistible. He doesn't get attached, he doesn't want the hassle of becoming attached, and so, sometimes his actions can be quite brutal. But when he finds himself falling head-over-heels for a stranger, she later becomes his primary focus, almost obsessing over. The tables are turned; he who was once the master of his own game is now the one getting played... and he just can't say no! Michael soon learns in the worst way that what goes around definitely comes around ten times fold! MAY THE BEST PLAYER WIN Book I of The Wicked Game Saga Note to reader: There will be sequels and they will follow the main characters of the present story. At the end of each book, it's you the reader who chooses whose life story you want to follow. So for example, when you 're done with this book, you will have the option to follow either one of the main characters. They follow different paths. Choose whose life you want to follow up on, or read both books at the same time. It's really up to you. Happy reading and all comments are welcome. Wicked Game Saga in order: Book 1 - Wicked Game Book 2A - Fine Line Book 2B - What Goes Around Book 3 - I Want My Boyfriend Best Friend Who Happens to be My Best Friend's Boyfriend. Is that Wrong? Book 4 - No Strings Attached (prequel - Michael and Anna's Story) Book 5 - In My Daughter's Interest Book 6 - Unforgivable

Summary

Michael DiNozzo is a carefree, jovial young man with a lot of women friends. He is not a playboy by choice but his career, personality, looks and family background makes him absolutely irresistible. He doesn't get attached, he doesn't want the hassle of becoming attached, and so, sometimes his actions can be quite brutal.

But when he finds himself falling head-over-heels for a stranger, she later becomes his primary focus, almost obsessing over. The tables are turned; he who was once the master of his own game is now the one getting played... and he just can't say no! Michael soon learns in the worst way that what goes around definitely comes around ten times fold!
MAY THE BEST PLAYER WIN

Book I of The Wicked Game Saga

Note to reader: There will be sequels and they will follow the main characters of the present story. At the end of each book, it's you the reader who chooses whose life story you want to follow. So for example, when you 're done with this book, you will have the option to follow either one of the main characters. They follow different paths. Choose whose life you want to follow up on, or read both books at the same time. It's really up to you.

Happy reading and all comments are welcome.
Wicked Game Saga in order:
Book 1 - Wicked Game
Book 2A - Fine Line
Book 2B - What Goes Around
Book 3 - I Want My Boyfriend Best Friend Who Happens to be My Best Friend's Boyfriend. Is that Wrong?
Book 4 - No Strings Attached (prequel - Michael and Anna's Story)
Book 5 - In My Daughter's Interest
Book 6 - Unforgivable

Chapter3 (v.1) - Tease

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Submitted: June 28, 2017

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Approximately fifteen minutes later they stopped in front a brick building.  He followed her into an alley.  She banged on a metal door and waited.  A stout, bald man opened it.  He looked over her shoulder at Michael. “He’s with me.” She told him.  He gave her access to pass and scrutinized Michael while he followed her.  They walked down a lit hallway, down a flight of stairs.

“Where are we?”

“No questions, just follow my lead.”

Michael glanced behind him to see whether anyone else was around.  “Yes M’am,”  Michael looked at her walk, he looked down at her ass and those legs.  He couldn’t help but to smile as he got lost in her stride.

They came across another door which she opened and to his surprise, loud hard music came rushing out.  He was caught off guard.  It was an underground night club!  There were lights flashing all over the place.  This was no setting for someone who suffered from epilepsy.  It was five times more crowded than the club hey had just left.  The bar area was overflowing with people, the sitting areas were clustered and the dance area… everywhere was the dance area!

For the first time she made physical contact by holding his hand and making their way to the bar.  One of the four bartenders approached her. “Hello Sweetness.  What can I get you and your new friend?”

She laughed at his remark. “I’ll have the usual, and my new friend will have…” She turned to Michael.

“A beer,” he answered. The bartender nodded and left to make their order.  “New friend?!” he questioned loudly. “How many of us have you brought here?”

She got a free stool and sat. “I get bored very easily.”

“Do you now?”

A man about thirty-five suddenly showed up beside her.  He lightly touched her back as he whispered something in her ear.  She responded loud enough for Michael to understand that they were speaking in Italian.  Michael too sat on a stool and watched. The man glanced at him then continued talking.  She laughed a little then touched his face.  He kissed the palm of her hand and left.

“Was that one of your friends?”

The woman spun to his direction. “Be careful, Michael, you begin to sound like a jealous lover, and you hardly an acquaintance.”

The bartender returned with their drinks.  She handed him his bottle of beer.  Michael was still in awe of the rave. “Why haven’t I heard of this place before?” He looked at all the gorgeous women passing his way.

She noticed and smiled. “Maybe is because you hang with wrong kind of people?”

“Yeah?  How about you?  What kind of person are you?  At least tell me that much.”

“I am …. I am one who lives life as it comes …. Do not waste time… get what she wants… who she wants…”

That intrigued him even more. “Yes?” he slipped off his seat and came closer to her, his leg brushed her thigh. “What do you want?”

“What do you think I want?” she asked and sipped her drink.

 “You’re teasing me right now – aren’t you?”

“Do you think so? Yet you do not seem amused.  I say it is usually the other way around with you – yes?” She sighed and watched as the bartender refilled her glass, “Well if you do not like, you can go back to the little girl you were with,” She faced him once more. “You know, the one who not hold her liquor.” She gulped down her drink. “I am going to make this very easy for you.  I am going on dance floor and have you make up mind.  If I return and you are gone then I know you went to meet drunk girlfriend who you left clueless back there.” She smiled a little while she inspected his physique standing in front of her. “You see, Michael, I am not bad person.  I give you chance – yes?  But if I return and you still here, then….”

Michael’s eyes were those of wanting, “Then what?”

The woman did not respond.  She simply slid off her stool and made her way to the dance floor.  Her dancing enticed him… the way she moved, the way she touched herself… her curves.  It was maddening!  And then… she went and did the unthinkable… she let down her hair!  She was a sight to see.  Michael took his eyes off her for a few seconds.  The club was packed.  The place was filled with happy, carefree and high people just having a good time.  Persons were actually making out in the booths, bar and even on the dance floor itself.

Minutes later after dancing to vibrant trance music, the woman maneuvered herself to her very spot at the bar and Michael was still there, waiting.  She grabbed his beer and drank the last bit of it.

“I am with this beautiful woman and yet I don’t know her name.”

“Why is name so important to you?”

He searched for words. “I just want to know who you are.  Who knows?  If I see you on the streets one day, probably I could –“

“Give me holler?”

“Yeah,” he laughed.

“How about another drink?  Something more challenging?” She turned to the bartender. “Tony, how about number three for the gentleman and I?”

“Gotcha,”

Michael grew a little concerned. He hesitated before asking, “Number three? What is that?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Should I?”

She handed him the drink and held hers. “No, but drink anyway.”

And with no hesitation he did.  She smiled and sipped hers.  He coughed a little after swallowing and catching his breath.  Michael came closer to her and said in her ear well enough for her to hear. “Tell me your name.” he asked.  She was about to respond when that Italian fellow was passing by and waved her.  She sent him a kiss in return.  He tried regaining her attention. “The only thing I know about you is that you’re Russian and you speak Italian.  Who are you?”

“Do you speak Italian?” she questioned.

“A word or two,”

“If you did, I don’t think we’d be here together after what I told him earlier.”

“Maybe I just don’t care.” He admitted.  She just smiled.  He came to her ear again.  His left hand laid on her waistline. “Let me kiss you.”

She too spoke in his ear. “I think I over-estimated you.  A man who knows what he wants wouldn’t need to ask.”

He listened to her, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled the sweet fragrance of her hair.  His other hand touched her thigh.  Michael stared at her parted lips. The woman just stood there like she was daring him.  And he took that as an invitation.  He gripped the back of her neck, pulled her closer to him and kissed her, long and hard.  His other hand felt her back and gently slid down to her waist and almost got lost into the deep cowl ofher dress.

Michael became wanting more. “No more stalling, no more teasing.  Do you want this?”

“Do I want what?”

He grabbed her ass and pressed her unto him and made her feel what he was talking about.

She bit her lower lip in delight. “Now who’s teasing who?”

“I got to have you.  I can’t stand it any longer.”

They exited the building the same way they got in. “Goodbye Samuel,” she said to the stout bodyguard.

“Come again,” he said and slammed the door shut.

She stumbled a bit before getting the remote car key out of her bracelet.  When she actually did get the door unlocked, he roughly spun her around, pushed her on the car and tongued her. He grabbed at her dark locks and savagely kissed her once again.  They’re embrace was insatiable.  The woman tried unbuckling his belt right then and there on the sidewalk.

He stopped her. “No, not here,”

“If you are trying to tease me, is working.”

His thumb felt her lips down to her chin and neck. “You don’t understand.  I got to have all of you.  I don’t want it this way.” His touch trailed down to the low cut of her dress, to the center of her breasts.”I want to take my time with you.”

“Let us go then,”

“Fine, get in the passenger seat,”

“What?”

“You’re in no state to drive,”

“I can drive my own damn car.”

“No doubt, but not with me in it.”

She dropped into the passenger seat as ordered and he drove off.  It was definitely extremely hard for him to keep his yes on the streets with those pair of legs sitting there.

He tried making conversation to make the trip seem shorter. “So, you won’t tell me who you are.  I got call you something.” He went to thought. “How does Bella sound?”

Of course, Michael was awaiting a response from her but then, she went ahead and did the most unbearable thing!  For a moment there, Michael thought his mind was playing cruel games.  Bella, still on the passenger seat, lifted her butt and commenced on removing her stringy red thong.  He watched as it glided down her firm thighs, the way she bent her knees to get them off.  She got it passed her calves and left foot.  It then hooked on the heel of her right stiletto.  Michael honestly tried to keep his eyes on the road but how could he?  How could any man for that matter.  If she did anything more to distract him, they were going to die on that road tonight.  She removed it from her heel and hung it over the gear shift.  Michael glanced at it.  Of course, sooner or later he had to lay his hand on that shift to switch gears and she knew it.

Her hands searched her thighs and lifted her already revealing dress a little higher almost exposing between her legs. “You better find somewhere quickly or else I will start without you.”

It just so happened that the vehicle was cruising towards one of the city’s most prestigious hotel, The Four Seasons. Michael came to halt right there, afraid that he might lose what was in store for him if he was to drive any further.  She got out and he was about to also, when he noticed a key card for another hotel room.It was engraved “Peninsula Hotel Room 1207”.  He exited the car, opened her door and helped her out.  He tossed the keys to the valet and quickly grabbed the ticket from him.  From there, they entered the huge hotel.  They walked through the wide, empty lobby and to the reception area. The receptionist lifted her head to them as they approached the counter. “Good evening, and welcome to The Four Seasons.  How may I help you?”

“We’d like a room please.” He told her.

She checked her monitor. “I’m sorry, we have absolutely no vacancies.”

“What?”

“No vacancies, Sir.  All rooms are booked.”

“Booked?  How can all the rooms be booked?  I need a room right now.”

“How long is your stay?”

“Just for the night,” he quickly replied.  He glanced at his date who seemed to be getting a bit annoyed.

“Well there’s a wedding taking place tomorrow afternoon and the persons involved have reserved the rooms for the guests.”

“You must have at least one available,”

“Let me check again,” she said. “Um, the only one obtainable is the Penthouse Suite, Sir,”

“I’ll take it,”

“I haven’t told you the rates yet. I think you would want to hear the rates before you agree.”

Michael slid his Visa Black Card across the counter.


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