Devil's Snare by Sruthionyx (open ebook TXT) 📗

Chapter 4- Some secrets, some dreams

Rafael asked when he entered his room, “What the hell are you doing here?”, “Why? Did you not miss me? Did you not want to see me?”, she stalked over looking at Rafael with passion, “I came to see you and am hurt that you are not feeling the same”.

Just as she was about to approach, Rafael stopped her, saying, “I told you we are over, it happened once, it was out of lust, I was drunk, you were available, I already told you that I didn’t want to continue this, but you wouldn’t listen, you came here at this hour.”

Putting her hand in Rafael's sweatpants, the woman asked "why? Are you afraid someone will find out about our dirty little secret?" At what she said, Rafael tensed up.

The woman said, "Oh Rafa, nobody is going to know, we'll keep it a secret forever", and began undoing the string of his pants to take the monster hiding behind his boxers into her mouth, after all, she loved it, she loved to play with it, she loved to take it in her mouth, but he wasn't having it, he knew he had to stop her before things got worse, so he grabbed her hand and threw her outside, shutting the door on her face as he threw her out.

He couldn’t sleep, he tossed and turned, he grabbed a cigarette, thinking of the encounter he had earlier, and walked out to his balcony, gazing at the sky and at the city below him, New York City, the city that never sleeps. Anyone else would have found the view of NYC at night to be a beautiful sight to withhold, NYC is beyond beautiful, with Manhattan and Brooklyn’s boroughs separated by Brooklyn bridge, and the beautiful east river flowing beneath, but he couldn't focus on the beautiful city beneath him because his mind wandered off to the first time when it happened.

In his club that night, he was drinking, and his brother was angry because he let Marcel's gang take the shipment. He was upset that he couldn't make him proud. Suddenly, she walked up to him, grabbed his tie, and began kissing him, though he was stunned at first, he needed this kind of entertainment to cope with the stress he was facing.

Before he could stop himself, he was kissing her, holding her neck and kissing her till she was out of breath, before they both knew it, he was inside her relentlessly rutting her with his cock, he needed that to forget everything at least for a few hours, and at that time he had no idea that his actions would have consequences, but actions always have consequences, and he is currently facing them.

He lost his mind when he came off his high, not realizing how much damage he had done, he did not want to think about it anymore, he looked down at the city of bright lights, and for once, he wondered what it would have been to be born into a normal family, away from gangs, wars, and pain, he chuckled, whom was he kidding? He and his brother lost their peace and sleep once they took over their father's empire. Looking up again at the sky, he walked back to his room and slumped on his bed. This time, sleep took over.

On the other side of the city, Alzea was in deep sleep, her mind wandering to a house in her dreams, after going up the steps there was a beautiful and steep waterfall. As the waterfall was flowing, it was as white as snow, not ordinary white, but white as an angel as described in the bible. The waterfall cascaded down like the hair of a beautiful woman after a shower. The sound the water made was like the fluttering of angel wings.

She walked up the steps in a velvet burgundy bodycon dress that fit her like a glove. With her hair flowing down in waves resembling the falling water from the fall and her purple lipstick that made her lips lusciously kissable, she looked like the goddess Aphrodite whom any man would kill themselves to get a hold of.

Alzea walked further into the building looking for something; when she saw what she was looking for, she approached him with a smile on her face and grace in her step. Her heartbeat synchronized with the sound of the falling water.

The man was facing the waterfall standing on the balcony when she walked up to him and touched his shoulder. She could feel him turning around once he turned around, she saw blue sapphire pools looking at her, she could see nothing, but those eyes, those hypnotizing eyes that looked at her like she was his world, his face was dark except for the eyes that were zeroed on her, she lifted her perfectly manicured hand to touch his face.

She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his skin under her hand, it was smooth like butter, and she knew it was perfect. The man kissed her palm, looking into her brown eyes filled with eyeliner, the minute his lips touched her palm, she closed her eyes, loving the sensation his warm lips were giving her. She wanted to see his face, she wanted to see him, the man that taunted her dreams for the past 12 years, she must see him, just as he was about to step into the light, the sound of "everybody by backstreet boys" rang out.

Whenever she was about to see the man's face, the alarm would ring. It was her godforsaken alarm, she cursed it. Whenever she dreamed of him, she would spend the entire day restless. It wasn't good, she didn't know who he was. She had dreamed of him for so long, and he's now part of her soul, so it was a peaceful dream, but it was restless.

Putting aside her thoughts, she decided to get on with her day, maybe she could find him, maybe she wouldn't, and even if she didn't, she was fine with it since he was a part of her, a part that was only meant for her; the man in her dreams was hers alone.

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