Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen:Michael forgets Heiress Angela's credit card
"Michael. You know I am not asking you for money for your baby? Good. Do you know what you promised? Now, come down here, take this money, lodge somewhere, and come back to the gate by 5 a.m. as if you just came from the airport. If you like run away."
Michael disembarked. It was 2 p.m. local time.
She powered the car back to the castle.
Michael rang his fingers, teeth gritted."Ooohh Lord!" He called Barbara.
Fortunately, she answered.
"My card, credit card...did you see it? Where are you now?
"That's Heiress' credit card, is it?"
"Yes, it is! Seen it?"
"Am about to leave. Come over to the hotel."
Michael hitch-hiked a bus. He has to hitchhike because he has no access to money again.
The money Dr. Laila gave him was strictly for lodging unless he would hang out in the street till 5 a.m. Saturday.
And the credit card he was rushing for, the money in it had been exhausted.
It was initially loaded with $200m. In the States, he exhausted it all. But it will haunt him, the guilt, that he did not return the card to his Heiress after everything he has done to her.
So, it is very fortunate that Barbara is with it and he must get it come what may.
He ran into the Le'Meridien and saw Barbara.
"Michael!" Barbara knotted him, looked up into his face, and was him with expletives. "You are a bastard and heartless, Michael"
Michael could not breathe and could not answer. If she needs a response, she has to free his collars.
"Talk. That card, I won't release it." Barbara shifted from him."Michael. Upon all, I did for you. You are a fuck, mehn!"
"Sorry." Michael grinned.
"You are grinning. That I should release the card to you?" Barbara shook her head.
There is a belief, which could be true. The best way to settle a case with a girlfriend is to give her another round of sweet sex.
If the belief could apply here, how will the process start?
Women are complicated like a guitar. Strike the right cord at the right time you get the right sound.
She had abandoned the bed to the reading desk and rested her butts on it, fuming, arms weaved in front
Michael matched to her and held the two arms with a wry smile.
She freed herself. " You can treat me so? I didn't know you were heartless!"
"I am sorry. If you seize the card, it is useless."
"I know. But I can use it to implicate you."
"I know. But two of us will be implicated."
Michael gripped the arms and hung them across his shoulders.
They came in contact that was not easy to withdraw from, based on experience.
Michael bent her backward with his imposing height and was in control to let her drop to the floor or carry her to the bed, or seat.
He was hearing her whimpering.
He gathered his muscles and carried her, her arm hooking his neck.
He knew the quarrel was over.
Instead of dropping her on the bed as before, he stood still with her in his arms, pleading: I am sorry. I met my friend who knew about me and the Heiress and they told me I was in danger if I did not get back to Heiress. They dropped me at the castle. But to tell you I love you and appreciate you, I came. But I have to give my Heiress her card...I am sorry.
Having pleaded, he set her back on the bed and never let their body disconnect.
He crossed one leg over her and his hand reached for her breast.
She was still whimpering, her arm still curved over his neck
His hand entered under her bra and touched the naked breast. She oozed air out of her mouth. It is finished.
He intensified the contact on her breast, seeing the result in the rapidity of her breathing.
That was a point of no resistance. She would call him a big fool if he did not do anything at that juncture.
His hand swooped into her dress and felt the flammable lap before reaching the underwear. She was on fire with the caress of the palm on her inner lap
Because she has wide hips and a figure-eight backside, Michael used two hands to roll her dress up.
She assisted him as she heaved up her bum
The dress was left rolled up to her tummy, showing her curves and the white underwear.
Michael pulled the underwear off and ran his hand from her navel down to her cunt, she asked: "Won't you remove all?"
His delay was getting dangerous. Her desire was flooding out.
Michael raised her trunk and she assisted him and the dress came off her body to one side of the bed. Her bra too.
She trembled with desire with the bed shaking too.
Michael has the bargaining power.
"No rushing" she warned and
Michael sat between her legs carried her legs up, and pulled them to himself. Her hip, right under his nose like a laptop, the veee-shaped cunt, the mouse.
He clicked on her flammable file, her inner lap, she shuddered with the caress like a girl caught wearing a pant.
He caressed the top of the shaved cunt too.
"You said you like it hairyy?" She smiled with her romantic voice.
"It is Okay. It makes you an infant." Michael told her
She threw a pillow at him. "Suck it please, I can't wait."
Michael widened her legs and laid on the mattress with his tummy and dipped his tongue into the crevice of the near wine-colored interior of the cunt and raised the clit up more.
No time he wanted to suck it that he will look for it.
She told him the first day they had sex, she used to press it in before wearing her underwear. He sifted it, one, two. She groaned, and moaned, her breasts quaked and her legs tried to break free but Michael knew in advance the rate of her struggle. He had chained them in the crook of his hands.
He licked the top of the cunt, the inner lap, back to the clit, and began to draw the juice. It was tasteless now. Maybe, because she had just showered and did not apply a dash of perf to that zone.
She was writhing in sweet pain:
Michael! Michael! ...Oh Michael!
She chorused his name as he labored to satisfy her.
But would she leave Michael for Heiress Angela?
He took one of her legs, a very attractive leg, heavy and sultry and rounded and after the knee, filled with young hairs, and placed it across his shoulder.
"No." She remove it from his shoulder and went on her knees, raised her butt and
"Uh!" she made
With each push of the dick into the uncircumcised vagina, she made "Uh!" until Michael released.
"Michael," she called him
Michael leaned to hear her.
She looped her hand over his neck and he fell on her. "I know I won't see you again." It was a half-question.
Michael answered."We can still see when I come. Let anything we did be a secret. "
"Okay. Bring my bag."
Michael brought the bag and she opened it and gave him the credit card.
It was 6 pm. Travelers who will be Euro bound by 10 pm, it is their rush hour to the airport for luggage checking in.
Dr. Laila called to know if Barbara was on her way to the airport.
She had labored to convince Heiress Michael was coming with the first flight and if all was well as Barbara said, by 5 a.m. Michael would be in the country.
But where will he go? To his parents or back to the castle?
Since he abandoned the castle, no one has spoken to him. Barbara had only been concerned about her selfish desire.
"I am about to, Mom," she told her Mom. " Michael will escort me."
Michael grimaced.
"Michael? Dr. Laila asked. " Which Michael?"
" My boyfriend, Michael," she said.
"Give him the phone." Dr. Laila's angry tone froze Michael.
Barbara passed the phone to him.
Has Michael rattled the saber?
The anger of a woman who tells a lie after she has given her pardon is as fiery as a petrol fire.
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