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

Chapter8 (v.1) - Toxic

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 29, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 29, 2017

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“My goodness, Son!  Must you be so obvious?”

His staring was broken by Mr. Petrovskii.  He looked down at the man. “Excuse me?”

The man turned to his daughter’s direction. “She is beautiful – isn’t she?”

“Beautiful is an understatement.” He responded.  Michael at that point, decided to cut to the chase and boldly asked, “Who is she with?  Who is he?”

“I really can’t say, but it looks like they have a strong liking to each other – doesn’t it?” the man replied. Michael’s facial expression turned sour.  The man continued. “So, how do you like working with my daughter?  I have to tell you – those ads are striking.”

“Sasha’s a professional.”

“Oh, I think it’s more than that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Petrovskii,” He said then sipped his drink.

“I think you do. I hope you’re not accumulating any feelings for my daughter.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your hearing is perfectly fine.  The two of you will continue to be working very closely.  Try to keep it professional.”

“I am…. I do,”

“From your staring, I beg to differ,”

“Sir, if you’re concerned of my involvement with Sasha, you have nothing to worry about.”

Mr. Petrovskii took a moment before speaking.  “I will make it very simple for you, Michael so you won’t be caught wasting any of your time.  This feeling you have for Sasha, I suggest you end it now or at least try to suppress it or else it will consume you.  Sasha is a free-spirited young woman.  You will not catch her.”

Michael watched the man with a blank look on his face. “That’s…. I… I don’t know what to say.  How should I reply to that?  That’s an odd thing to say about your daughter.  It only takes one man to show her what love is.”

“Yes, but it takes two to be in love and in a relationship.  Are you in love with her?”

“Mr. Petrovskii, with all due respect, I’ve never been in love in my life.”

“Then I suppose you are not the man you speak of.  So you’re not in love with her, well that’s good, very good.” Petrovskii paused for a moment. “Listen to what I am telling you; I like you, you’re young, handsome, single; I do know your history.  You have everything going for you.  You don’t need her, it is just a phase.”

“Then why the warning?” Michael curiously asked.

“Because the campaign, the companies depend on the two of you.  The two of you combined are worth millions.  A lot of money is at stake here.  We don’t need personal issues involved.  Things may get bothersome, trouble may ensue.  This is not good for business.”

“Again, with all due respect, I think Sasha is mature enough to make up her own mind.”

The man sighed.  “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”  Petrovskii tried choosing his words carefully. “Mr. DiNozzo, I am not worried about her, I am worried about you.” At that he patted him on the shoulder and left him to wonder.

Sasha was seated at her table in deep conversation with her date when she was then interrupted by a woman who whispered something in her ear.  She excused herself and went off with the woman.  Sasha joined Michael at the paparazzi area.  He looked at her as she made her way through to his side.  Cameras couldn’t get enough of them.

“Good evening, Ms. Petrovskii,” He greeted.

“Good evening.”

Those were the only words shared as they stood there for their photos to be taken.  They gave the cameras their most winning smiles like everything was okay in the world.  They walked out of the spotlight together a couple of minutes later.

“You know,” he calmly uttered, “if you’re trying to get a rise out of me tonight, I have to tell you… it’s working.” He confessed.

“What do you mean?”

Michael looked at her in the gown. “You know what I mean.  Very interesting wardrobe you planned on wearing tonight.”

She looked down at herself also. “I think so too.  Father wasn’t pleased it wasn’t one of the Petrovskii gowns but my date seems to like it.”

“Hmm, I bet he does.  You are doing this on purpose – aren’t you?  I know what psychology is and your’e definitely playing with my psych right now.”

“Will you excuse me, Michael.” She said and left him standing there.

Approximately two more hours went by.  He met a lot of interesting people along the way, but he was only interested in one and she wasn’t paying him any heed.  But then, Sasha, along with her date, got up from her seat.  From the looks of things, she appeared mildly tipsy.  With her hands clenching at his arm, she whispered into his ear.  Whatever it was she said, was in his liking because he could not help but to grin as his dimples scarred his cheeks.  The guy held her around her waist, almost hugging her and whispered in her ear also.  The thin strap of the gown slipped off her left shoulder and Michael had to stand there and watch in agony as the fellow slid his third finger between the strap and her smooth silky skin and slowly put it back into place, all the time, savoring the manner in which he was touching her.

DiNozzo stopped his car in front a hotel.  His facial expression was intense.  It took a couple of minutes before he actually got out, but eventually he did.  Wearing his dark trenchcoat over his suit, Michael walked through the hallway and came face to face with Room 2308.  All was silent, his mind was racing.  He then knocked three times on the door and impatiently waited.  Those were the most agonizing ten seconds of his life.  It felt like ten years.  The second time around, he pounded on the door and yet again waited.  He was growing more irate with every passing second.  Of course, he was about to pound again, but then heard the door behind unlocked.

Michael came face to face with Sasha’s beau.  The young back was surprised to see who was actually standing there.  Michael just glared at him.  The guy was already ruffled; his tie was already loosened and the first two of his shirt buttons were gone.

The date was about to speak when he was joined by Sasha.  She stumbled unto the guy who in turn held her.  She had a drunken smile on her face, which slowly faded when she saw who was at the opposite end of the doorway.  Michael looked at her and the way she clenched at the young man’s jacket.

“Michael?  What… you followed us here?” The string of the dress had slipped down her arm again, this time almost exposing her left breast.  She turned her head to her date and said. “I told you not to answer the door.” But her whisper was head by all present.

The beau watched her then him. “What is he doing here?  What do you want?”

Through her high state of mind, Sasha knew Michael was upset; the hard, cold glare and the growing vein by his brow told him off. “Um, Erik,  I think you should leave.” She suggested.

“What?  Are you serious?”

She left his side for a second and returned with his coat. “If you want to keep your face for your shoot tomorrow, I suggest that you leave.” She pushed the coat on his chest. “Now,”

Erick analyzed and realized that though high, that she was serious. He accepted his coat and turned his attention to Michael as if to get the picture.  Erik reluctantly walked through the opened door, and knock Michael’s shoulder whilst doing so.  DiNozzo watched as he made his way down the hallway until he disappeared to the left.

He turned back to the opened doorway to find he was the only one standing there.  He closed the door behind him and watched as she entered the bedroom and tried keeping her balance while doing so.  The back of Sasha’s dress was already undone by her date, leaving her back down to the dimples above her butt fully exposed.  He simply followed her.

Sasha was about to enter the washroom when he roughly spun her round and pushed her hard against the wall and held her there.  She closed her eyes in pain but said nothing.

“Was this your agenda tonight?  To get a rise out of me?”

Sasha couldn’t even look at him.  She was high and then started to laugh drunkenly.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Was this whole night about you teasing me?” he sternly questioned. Michal could feel her body slipping and so held her more securely in place against the wall.

“Well, if so, did it work?”

He grew even more furious. “You wear the dress I got you only to have some other guy take it off?”

“I’m sorry DiNozzo, I thought it was my dress.  I already told you, a man who knows what he wants wouldn’t have to ask.”

“What the hell does that supposed to mean?”

“You had your chance to take it off and you didn’t follow me in.  He did, he knew what he was doing.  You hardly tried.  What does that say about you?”

He grabbed at her shoulders.  Fire was in his eyes. “You do not do this to me.  You won’t do this to me.”

“What? Compare you to  real man?” Sasha didn’t care for his emotions and she drunkenly replied. “Here you go sounding like a jealous lover again.”

“I am a jealous lover!” he quickly yet firmly responded.

“Are you now,” She mocked.

Michael scanned her face and her body, looking even a bit disgusted by her. “You wear the dress I got you for another man.  You have him touch you…”  Michael grew even more irritated as he recalled the way Erik felt her through the whole night and how she in return felt him.  It made him go crazy, so much so that he held the cleavage of the dress and violently tore it down the centre.  It dropped softly around her feet.  Right then and there he discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His eyes lifted to hers.  The woman boldly said to him, “You did not buy me any to go with the dress.”

At that point his fury had heightened.  Michael didn’t know whether to hit her or simply walk away.  He did neither.  Instead, he held her jaw securely with his right hand.  Rage was in his eyes.  She just stared at him.  But then, DiNozzo suddenly kissed her, a hard almost suffocating kiss.  His hold around her neck and jaw prevented her from moving away.  It pained her.  He let go of her seven seconds afterwards.  Her face had turned pink from where he held her.  She stood there catching her breath.  It was quiet and he was still upset.

Sasha suddenly and roughly grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him unto her.  Michael grabbed her hair as they shared yet another hungry savage kiss.  The passion was overwhelming.  He actually lifted her off her feet and pinned her to the wall.  Her legs rubbed against his.  Their kisses were insatiable.

“Here,” she whispered.  He opened his eyes and looked down and saw she had two yellow pills in her possession. “If you take this,” she softly explained. “I promise you the wildest fuck you have ever get in entire life.” She gave him this daring wicked smile. “The door is unlocked, Michael.  What are you going to do?”  At that she popped the two into her mouth.

They shared yet another hot kiss and among those wet slippery kisses, she shoved one of the pills into his mouth which he accepted.  They never made it to the bed.

She woke up the following day at 4:00pm sharp.  She rolled onto her back all entangled in the white sheets as she held her head.  Michael was seated on the side of the bed with a white bath robe on.  His hair was still damp.  He tossed a bottle of pills on her chest and held a glass of water.

“Thought you might need this.” He told her.  She just laid there, unable to open her eyes. “I ordered breakfast if you’re hungry.”

A couple of minutes later, she was seated at her side of the bed eating.  She had laid the waiter on the bed and was devouring food.  He looked at her eat, almost let out a smirk to see how hungry she was.  She had thrown on one of her loose fitting white long-sleeved shirt.

Sasha noticed his staring. “What?”

He laid back on the pillows. “I have to be honest with you, Sasha; I’ve never met anyone like you.  When I saw you with that guy last night, and the way he was touching you, and the way you reacted to his touch…. I couldn’t stand it.”

His words did not shake her. “You don’t own me, Michael,”

“I know that and I like you a lot more than I probably should.”

There was quiet between them for about thirty seconds. She stopped eating. “Let us be honest here.  The main thing that truly attracts you is the sex.”

“I-“

She cut him off. “Let me finish.  The past month working with you have been great.  There has been a sexual tension, which we broke last night.  I am sure you probably have a lot more to offer, but I am just not interested.  I don’t want it.”

Michael laughed at her statement and shook his head in disbelief. “I’m opening my heart to you here and you stomp on it.”

“I’m just being honest with you.” She answered.  He watched as she placed the tray back on the trolley and turned to him. “I won’t deny it, Michael; I love the rush I get when you have your way with me.  The charge I experience last year with you was great, last night was great, but that’s it.  It’s just sex.  I’m sure you knew what you were getting into when you decided to get involved with me or I’m sure you had an idea.”

“I did, but I didn’t realize it’d be so toxic.” He confessed.

Sasha crawled across the bed and knelt over him. “I don’t buy that one bit.  You know the type of person I am, you knew from the first time I let you into my car, you knew back at the rave when we were teasing one another, you knew when you pulled out your card and paid for a thirty thousand dollar suite just to fuck a total stranger… someone whose name you hardly even knew.  You knew what you were getting into one year later.” She searched his eyes.  He said nothing. “But like me, you love the rush, the excitement, the thrill.  That’s the reason you’re so attracted to me, because I’m so much like you.”  She crawled even closer and soothingly said, “Or should I say that’s the reason you want to dominate me, because I am far worse than you.”

Her words penetrated his psych.  His eyes dug hers and vice versa.  Michael did not respond to her statement.  He couldn’t.  Sasha stretched over to kiss him but he turned his face away.  She found his action a bit humorous, so with a smile on her face, she tried again.  This time, he restrained her by the shoulders.

“Come on now, DiNozzo, don’t tell me I hit a nerve.” She said.  He didn’t bother looking at her as he sat there silent. “I have – haven’t I?  I’ve hurt your feelings.  You’re upset.” Sasha tugged at his bath robe belt until it loosened. “Well,” she said in Italian dialect, “I’ll give you something to change that.”  At that, Sasha lowered herself and kissed his bare chest.

“I’m not in the mood, Sasha.”

“You’ll be in the mood for this.  I think you’ve earned it.  You turned me inside out last night and for that I thank you.”  The woman continued her wet kisses down his chest, his abs, his navel, hips.His sensations started to kick in.  He surrendered his body fully unto the pillows.  He had no other choice but to succumb when he felt her full, moist, warm lips over him.  His mind went blank instantly.

Twenty minutes later, Sasha was in the shower.  He was seated on the bed tying his shoe laces.  He already had on his pants and unbuttoned shirt.  Michael sat there, thinking.  His mind was obviously bothered.  Without a second thought, he suddenly grabbed his suit jacket off the floor and left.

Sasha exited the shower wrapped in her white towel soon after but he was not there.  She stepped into the living area. “Michael?” she uttered, but there was no one to answer to her call.


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