FINE LINE

FINE LINE

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Fucking pretty girls are not all that it’s cracked up to be. Michael DiNozzo found this out the hard way after the affairs with two sisters came to a chaotic end. Depressed and near self-destruction, he decides to reflect on his life and to take account of his actions. One of these accounts is to reach out to his past girlfriend Anna London. Buried emotions and unbridled confusion start to emerge and shit starts to hit the fan as Michael gets more than he bargained for, including Anna’s new fiancé. An unfeeling and extremely insensitive Michael starts to surface, a Michael that is willing to do whatever it takes and to go to any length to get what he wants even if it tears those he loves apart. For the first time in his life, Michael DiNozzo has to either fight for or give up what he needs or else risks the chance of going under forever. 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 Daugher's Interest Book 6 - Unforgivable

Summary

Fucking pretty girls are not all that it’s cracked up to be. Michael DiNozzo found this out the hard way after the affairs with two sisters came to a chaotic end. Depressed and near self-destruction, he decides to reflect on his life and to take account of his actions. One of these accounts is to reach out to his past girlfriend Anna London.

Buried emotions and unbridled confusion start to emerge and shit starts to hit the fan as Michael gets more than he bargained for, including Anna’s new fiancé. An unfeeling and extremely insensitive Michael starts to surface, a Michael that is willing to do whatever it takes and to go to any length to get what he wants even if it tears those he loves apart. For the first time in his life, Michael DiNozzo has to either fight for or give up what he needs or else risks the chance of going under forever.

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 Daugher's Interest
Book 6 - Unforgivable

Chapter1 (v.1) - Abyss

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Submitted: July 18, 2017

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The following week had arrived; the final shoot for the campaign was about to begin. Ironically, the bigger-than-life shoot was taking place in the vast vacant lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel! The very hotel Michael DiNozzo and Sasha Petrovskii had their first hot encounter.  Michael was present, wearing his signature black suit, but with a black under shirt instead of white.  He stood beside Sasha with his head down fixing his cuffs, while one of the assistants fixed her hair and another adjusted the lights.  He looked exceedingly handsome.

“Take position!” Mason announced as he approached them with camera in hand.

No words were spoken between Michael and Sasha within twenty minutes of the shoot.  Of course, they both did their part and did whatever the photographer asked of them.  The poses were sensual, hot but professional.

“That’s a rap!” Mason said some minutes later.

As soon as these words were stated, Michael gradually left her side.  Sasha didn’t pay him any heed; she couldn’t care less.  He paused and read a message which suddenly arrived on his cell.

“I’m glad your present demons didn’t show themselves in the shoot.” Mason said whilst mounting his camera unto the equipment.

He looked up and didn’t realize he had actually strolled to Mason’s side. “What do you mean?”

Mason and Michael simultaneously looked at her walk away. “You had the better half in the palm of your hand.  Was it worth it?’ Mason asked him. Michael didn’t answer; he had the look of shame. “Sasha’s a maneater and she took a big bite outta you.  Did you even know what you were getting into?”

“Did you?” he humbly asked.

“Yes I did,” Mason answered and walked away, leaving him all alone in the room.

Later that evening DiNozzo and Petrovskii were having a huge party to celebrate the campaign’s final run.  A lot of people were present and all were having a spectacular time, everyone was excited and mingling and chatting… all but one of course.  An hour into the end-of-campaign party and Michael was already weary.  He was seated at the bar area from the time of his arrival and hadn’t got up since.  He just kept staring into his glass of brandy before occasionally sipping it.

“Mr. DiNozzo, your father insists that you be present for the publicity shoot.” One of the assistants uttered.

“And I told you to tell my father I’m not interested.  Get the hell away from me.” Michael said without even looking at the guy.  He brushed the empty glass away with his fingers and welcomed another.

Michael looked over his shoulder.  By that time, the assistant was gone – disappeared into the crowd.  His eyes were locked at the front of the room where the paparazzi were having a field day taking shots of Sasha standing there looking as beautiful as ever wearing a gorgeous white mini dress. Her hair fell slickly down her back, almost to her butt.  Sasha had a new beau at her side; a very good-looking blonde young man.  She appeared happy with him and him with her.  Michael scanned them up and down, then focused once again on his drink. He didn’t feel any better at all.

Another hour zoomed by and Michael hadn’t moved an inch from that bar.

“You seem to have something heavy on your mind. Drinking two hours straight won’t let it go away.” Mr. DiNozzo said.

Michael kept his eyes on his drink. “It usually does,”

“Really?” The man laid an elbow on the counter and scrutinized his son’s face. “No problem ever goes away by drinking.  Why don’t you go to your suite?”

“Why don’t you leave me alone?” He rudely replied.  Michael got up from his seat and staggered three stools down from his father and sat there quietly with drink in hand.

Michael was absolutely out of it.  Through the whole event, he never spoke to anyone, never turned head to even acknowledge anyone.  He passed his left hand through his hair and sipped yet another drink.

“Hello, Michael.” A female voice greeted.

He slowly yet reluctantly looked to his left to see a young blonde standing their wearing a burgundy mini dress. Her hair was cut in a slick bob cut that tipped just above her collar bone.

Michael was dazed and his eyes showed so. “Do I know you?”

She rested her arm on the counter, taking his question as an invitation. “I don’t think so.  My name’s Meagan.”

He watched her quickly from head to toe.  It was more than apparent that DiNozzo was drunk. “You’re Victor’s daughter.”

Megan’s face lit almost instantly.  She even perked a bit. “Yes, yes, I am.  So you do know me!” she stated, coming even closer. She awaited a response from him but received none; instead, Michael simply turned back to his drink. She continued still, “I’ve been watching you the whole night.  Why are you sitting here all alone?  Is it that boring?  I thought this was your kind of scene.”

“I don’t feel much like talking.  I have a lot on my mind.”

“Then you shouldn’t be here.  Would you rather we go someplace else?”

Michael watched her blankly. “We?”

“Yes, we.” She confirmed.  Her eyes twinkled. “As I said, I’ve been watching you whole night.” Meagan laid her hand lightly on his arm and ran it down his sleeve to his elbow.

Michael analyzed her face. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen,”

He scoffed and swallowed the remainder of his drink. “Seventeen.” He said to himself.

“I know I don’t look seventeen.  That’s a plus – isn’t it?”

He watched her in the corner of his eye. “I will not go to prison for you.”

Still, the young woman continued to push her luck. “Well, actually, I’ll be eighteen in…” She glanced at her watch. “in fifteen more minutes.” She smiled a little, but Michael didn’t respond. It was like he couldn’t be bothered. “I can prove it.” She said. “I have my ID.”

Michael smiled a bit to himself without even turning to her. “Are you trying to buy liquor? Or probably trying to get into a club?”

“I’m trying,” Meagan said sensually whiling sailing even closer to him, “to get into your club.” She looked down at his lips while saying so.

He followed her gaze then looked back at her. “Go away.” He softly said, then filled his glass once more.

“You look like you could take a load off.”

Michael was more concerned with his drink than her at the moment. “I don’t think you realize what you’re asking for.” He confessed.

“But I do,”

“No,” he pressed, “you don’t. Little girl, you don’t want to be near me when I’m this way, not what I think you have in mind.  Now go away.” He said nothing after that.

Meagan bit her lower lip in lust.  For some reason, she did not want to give up. ”I’m here all night if…. when you change your mind.” She trailed her fingers across his back as she made her exit.

Two Hours Later

Mr. DiNozzo was having a discussion with three of his associates, when a man came to him and whispered something in his ear.  His attention was quickly directed to the bar.  He once again was at his son’s side.

“Michael, why don’t you go home?  I’ll have someone take you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” He replied with a heavy tongue.  By that time, Michael was absolutely out of it. “We’re all having a splendid time – aren’t we?”

His father glanced at some prominent guests who were walking by. “You’ve been in this mood for the past couple of days.  You try to keep face but you still look like a bomb ready to go off.  Make this your last drink then go home.  You can’t solve your problems here.”

“You’re right about that. The problem is around here…. Or was around here. Apparently she left without saying goodbye.  I think you know her; five- foot- eight; thirty-eight, twenty-six, thirty-eight…brunette…. The hungriest maneater that I’ve ever come across.”

“I take it we’re not talking about Alexandria.”

“Alex?” He chuckled to himself.  He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “We never had a chance with that devil as a sister.” He continued. “But she’s good… the devil I mean.” He then laughed. “You know what’s funny Dad? You taught me all the ways of the trade… you paid damn good money to get me the best education….. even had a one-on-one about women; how to make out those who are true to you and those who are just fortune hunters.  But what about those who have their own money, the independent ones; they’re the worst kinds I think.”

“Michael, you’re drunk. You should shut up.”

“Do you know what she did?  Sasha Petrovskii – do you know what she did?  She fucked with my head.  She’s the devil…. a fucking Russian devil!”

The man tried cooling his son’s temper. “Michael,”

“Not only did she reach into my chest with… with her razor-sharp claws and root out my heart, but she threw it on the floor and stomped on it with her six-inched stilettos!”

“Which is it? You were dating Alex but you’re saying Sasha hurt you.  Do you even know which girl you really wanted?” He waited for an answer but gone none. “Okay, you’ve had enough.” Mr. DiNozzo said.  He held Michael’s arm.

Michael in return brushed him off. “I’m not drunk, I’m perfectly sober.” He almost fell off the stool but kept hold of his drink. “You and Mr. Petrovskii did the right thing ending this campaign because of me and her… and her,”

“It had nothing to do with the three of you. It was a great run so we decided to end it at its peak.” His father tried to explain.

“Bull shit,” He said with brows raised. “You and him can mask it all you want.  The two of you, with the help of those blind assholes of shareholders you got running the company thought it was a spectacular idea pairing two ticking time bombs together to make millions.” He went on to explain. Mr. DiNozzo looked at guests passing by who heard Michael’s tirade. “What you didn’t expect was Alexandria to join in the mix – right?”

“Michael,”

“She left me.  Do you know that?  Alex left me because of what her devil sister did.”

“And you had nothing to do with it,” his father stated sarcastically.

Michael hushed for a moment after that.  It hit his psych.  “In your mind I’m just one big fuck up – aren’t I?  In your mind I fucked up your campaign.  So to avoid bad press, you decide to end it.  Alex gave up on me, Anna gave up on me…”

The man grew alert. “Anna?  Why Anna all of a sudden?”

“You gave up on me a very long time ago so I can’t say much for you.  You don’t say it but I know I’m a disappointment.” Michael threw his drink down his throat and signaled the bartender for another, but his father counteracted and signaled the bartender to stay away.

Mr. DiNozzo spoke. “I’m not going to say it again.  I’ll have someone drive you home.”

Michael didn’t bother looking at the man. “Why don’t you just leave me the hell alone! I’m a grown man. Don’t you think I’m old enough to wipe my own ass?” He said aloud.

Mr. DiNozzo roughly gripped his arm, almost throwing him off the stool. Michael’s knees gave way for a second. “Now, you listen to me; don’t make a scene. Whatever your issues are, you leave with them right now. Do you hear me? For every action there are reactions, Michael.  You must learn to live with the circumstances.  I won’t be here to bail you out every time you see fit.”

He boorishly brushed his father away, causing a bit of a stir. It was not that noticeable, but those who were nearby knew right off that he was out of it. The man watched as his son made his way across the room, heading for the exit.

Mr. DiNozzo got out his cell and dialed. “This is DiNozzo. I want you to use your resources and keep tabs on my son’s car. I want to know every stop it makes and for how long; you know, better yet, send the live feed to my phone. Thank you.”

Michael was definitely making his way to the exit, but before doing so, made one stop. Meagan was standing in the crowd having a drink by herself, when he whispered lightly into her ear and walked off.  Whatever he said had her boiling over with anticipation.  Within three minutes, Michael had gotten into his car and came to a sudden stop about a hundred feet away from the entrance, where Meagan was already waiting for him.  She opened the door, got into the passenger seat and he sped off as soon as she shut the door.


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