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

Chapter7 (v.1) - Dinner For Two

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Submitted: June 29, 2017

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By nine, Sasha was staring at herself in the mirror.  She had on the golden gown, it looked magnificent on her.  Her hair once again was swept up.  She walked across the spacious living area after hearing knocking on the door.  She opened it to find Michael standing there in a black suit looking more handsome than ever.

“Good evening.  You look absolutely breathtaking.” He complimented.

“Thank you.  It is a beautiful dress.”

“Perfect fit.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you,”

They arrived at one of the most prominent restaurants and sat at their reserved table. She spoke as the garcon poured them their champagne.

“Mr. DiNozzo, this is quite impressive.  You usually have to call weeks, sometimes months in advance to dine here.”

“Power of persuasion,”

She held her glass. “Yes and very deep pockets.” She quickly added.

The garcon laid the bottle on the table. “Would there be anything else?”

“Not yet.” Michael replied and picked up his glass. The waiter left.

She smiled a little. “What are we celebrating?”

“Why does it have to be a celebration? Can’t we just enjoy ourselves?” He knocked her glass. “Cheers to you.” There was silence as they both put the glass to their lips.  Her deep blue eyes penetrated his and he noticed. “What?  Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You have absolutely no respect – do you?” she blurted out.  He had on this confused look so she took it upon herself to elaborate. “You don’t just send flowers and a dress to a woman and command her to have a late night meal with you.  That’s really rude – do you know that?”

“But it worked – didn’t it?  You’re here.” Michael responded. “Are you trying to imply that you had nothing better to do, so you decided to do me a favor?”

She chuckled a bit. “Why are you putting words in my mouth?  I did nothing of the sort.” She sipped some more.  Michael went into staring mode. “What?” she asked. “What is it?”

“Why is it I’ve never seen you before?”

“You were busy meeting other people I suppose.”

“I asked you to dinner so I can learn a little more about you.”

“I’m sure you did your research already, Mr. DiNozzo,”

“Of course I did, but I want to know the little things.”

She raised her brows. “The little things? Oh… well, let’s see, my favorite color is green….”

“That’s… that’s not what I meant.” He relaxed a little. “What do you wish to accomplish in life?”

“What do you wish to accomplish, Mr. DiNozzo that hasn’t already been given to you?”

“I asked you first Bella,”

Sasha rested back on her chair. “I live a carefree life.  I try to do as much as I can, to get as much as I can out of life and just be happy.  I won’t lie to you; I’m also very spoilt.  I don’t take no for an answer.” She continued talking. “My birthplace is Spain.  I grew up in Russia and at age fourteen the whole world was my home.  I did a lot of travelling.  At fifteen I became the face of Petrovskii, and here I am.  It’s been quite a trip so far.”

“I had the pleasure of meeting your father.  How about your mother?  Where is she?”

“My parents divorced when I was sixteen.  She remarried three months after and has been living in Madrid ever since.” Michael analyzed her facial expression.  He noticed the present conversation was making her upset. Yet, she spoke. “So how about you?  What is your life story?  Can I guess?” She did not hesitate for a response. “Italian boy, grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, never had to work for anything in his life, nothing but play, sailed through school, started modeling at seventeen, but became spokesperson for DiNozzo at the right old age of eighteen.”

“You got me covered.But you make it sound so easy.”

“Wasn’t it?”

“That sailed through school part; I worked hard to get my degrees and am damn proud of it too.”

“Well good for you.”

“Just like you, I left home, at seventeen but for a totally different reason.  You see, my father and I were not on good speaking terms.”

“Really?  And your mother?”

He paused for a moment, almost unwilling to respond. “She…she begged me to stay, but I was destined to come here in the U.S. to live my life.” He paused again. “She died a month later of a heart attack.  Her only wish was for my father and to make amends, so when he came up with the request to be the U.S. spokesperson for the company, I thought of her first and then said yes.” Sasha stayed quiet.  She saw that the conversation was a bit heavy for him.  He tried hiding it but it was marked all over his face. He lifted his glass to her. “Here’s to new beginnings and new friends.”

They knocked glasses together once more and proceeded into having dinner.  She placed a piece of food into her mouth and looked at him eating. “Mr. DiNozzo, do you love women?”

Michael choked slightly by her bold question. “Do I love… Yes, yes I do, very much.”

“When do you plan on settling down then?”

“When I meet the right one,”

Sasha shrugged. “How will you know?  For all you know you probably shooed her away a long time ago.”

They both glanced at the garcon as he came by with another bottle of champagne and replaced it with the empty one on their table.

“Or maybe,” Michael added, “she’s sitting right here with me tonight.”

Of course, Sasha found that to be quite amusing as she laughed out.  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

He found her reaction to be quite intriguing. “What are you saying?  That you’re not the marrying type?”

She tried to contain herself and sipped her last bit of drink. “I really don’t see that in my cards.”

Michael came forward and laid his elbows on the table. “Are you trying to convince me that you’re incapable of being tamed?”

“I’m not a wild cat, Michael.”

“Oh I beg to differ.”

“All I’m saying is that I just… don’t want to be tied down.  You do know the feeling, don’t you?”

“Indeed,”

They continued talking and flirting for the rest of their date.  Michael was taking a phone call on his cell while she finished eating her dessert chocolate cake.

“I know,” He responded to the person on the other end of the call. “Yes, I’ll be there tomorrow.” He placed the phone back into his pocket and had the time witness her yawning. “I hope I’m not boring you.  I really had to take this call.”

“No, it’s not that.  I’ve only had three hours of sleep since I arrived here.”

“Do you want to leave?  We can if you want to,”

Michael called for his bill, paid it off with his card and made their way out.  It was quiet during the drive to her hotel.  He glanced at her several times.  She had actually dosed off a bit once or twice.  He didn’t mind.  The environment reminded him of their first encounter.  Flashes of their erotic night began to play in his mind, from the point he noticed her at the club, from the point she was staring at him from the VIP, the time she peeled off her underwear in the vehicle, fast-forward to the way they hungered for one another when they entered that  hotel suite… and all the incredibly nasty yet ecstatic things they did.It started to get the better of him almost instantly.  DiNozzo escorted Sasha to her floor and through the hallway towards her room, all while just looking at her ass while she walked in front of him.  He had a devious almost wicked smirk on his face.  She got out her key card from her purse and unlocked her door.  As soon as she did that, she felt his chest lightly grazing on her bare back.  His breath brushed her neck.

Michael’s index finger trailed down her spine. “You do know I want you, don’t you?”

Sasha didn’t budge.  Her hand kept on the doorknob. “You’ve already had me Mr. DiNozzo.”

“I want more,”

She opened her door then faced him. “I enjoyed my evening with you.”

“As did I, but the evening isn’t-“

“Goodnight,” she announced. Michael took a step closer to kiss her, their lips inches apart but then she placed her finger on his. “Good night, Mr. DiNozzo.” was all she said, stepped in and closed her door.

Michael was left standing there, staring at the door.  He was unable to understand what had just happened.

 

One Month Later

DiNozzo and Petrovskii were having a dinner party ceremony for the launching of the ad campaign.  Framed posters of the ads were unveiled and they were absolutely breathtaking.

Michael had come in late.  By the time he did arrive, most of the interviews were over, so by the time he made his entrance, the paparazzi was hungry for him.  He was ambushed into a lot of questions based on the ad and his profession. He was in the middle of a response when he saw Sasha across the wide room.  He tried to the best of his ability to finish his reply but his eyes were stuck on her.  She was there having a conversation with a dark- haired young man, just about his age.  But what really caught Michael’s absolute attention was what she was wearing!  Sasha had on the golden beaded gown he had bought her!

Michael had to stand there and watch as her date’s hands gripped her waist and even occasionally slip down ever so casually to her butt as they made their way across the room.  He was not pleased.  Some time went by.  He had a glass of scotch in his hand.  He spoke with various persons present but his eyes never lost track of her.


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