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“Avi, you don’t even know me, you don’t understand what I’ve had to go through recently. Feelings of irresponsibility, guilt and wantonness are overwhelming me. To you it’s just another small thrill,” I continue, unrestrained, “another addition to your collection. For me, what’s happening between us changes my entire meaning as a mother and a woman. Understand, in the past few days I’ve lost the spine I managed to bolster over the past few years. It wasn’t easy for me at all.” I keep going, in a wounded and fragile voice. “Besides Roy and myself, I have no one to rely on. I can’t lose myself, Mr. Levi. Please, I’m sincerely asking – don’t lead me on. Don’t toy with me and make me feel special or important, because the day I return home, that emptiness will be so huge that I’ll break and won’t be able to cope anymore. That’s why we need to end our little affair right now.”
“Sam,” he pulls me by my hand. “It’s not like that, stop, please. You’re making me sad. It’s not what you think.”
“I need you to step out for a second so I can get dressed. I’m serious.” I add.
He laughs. “Listen, you’re completely insane. But for some reason I really like it. Please calm down and tell me what you’d like to wear.”
“Are you kidding me?” I smile, helpless and wondering.
“Yes,” he replies, completely serious. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Come on, Princess. Pick out some tracksuit that smells like me.”
How the hell could I resist him? I shut up and obey at once. “Safer to get dressed anyway,” I clarify for both of us. I choose a branded, light grey tracksuit. He unfurls my towel and drops it onto the mattress. Goosebumps. He takes it from me and dresses me in it, pressing the pleasant and warm fabric on my tingling body. The sweatpants reach past my buttocks, tightening its grip there, lifting the flap and saying: “All you’re missing here are panties.” He lightly pats my blushing bottom. “But... I can live with that, too,” he smiles a wicked smile to himself that makes me wildly horny. I’m completely melting and again stifling a moan.
Out of nowhere, he starts tickling me. I roll around in uncontrollable, hysterical laughter, pleading with him to leave me be, that I can’t take it anymore. Then he suddenly stops, grips me, presses me to him and drops us both down to the bed. He looks into my eyes and I look at him, completely drawn in.
“Miss Sam,” he continues in a wildly sexy and cracked voice, “you have no clue what you do to me.” His voice cracks even more and he continues with his outpouring of emotions. “I have no idea how you’ve come to me, but you’ve shot right into my heart, like a highway. I’ve found tranquility with you, warmth, a sense of home. I’ve enjoyed talking to you, you’ve even made me laugh, which isn’t easy,” he clarifies. “I’ve let you in on a lot of personal things and difficulties I face these days, mainly with my dear grandmother. This kind of sharing isn’t normal for me.”
His thumb rises to my lips, which are parted in shock by his disclosure.
“And on top of everything else, I’m wildly attracted to you!” he declares, unapologetic and resolute. I choke. “We both deserve to enjoy this electricity between us, don’t you agree, babe? It’s not like we owe anyone anything. You’re free, I’m free,” he pauses for a moment and grows serious. “I understand you feel guilt about Michael, and I totally agree with you. But, with all due respect, it’s not something I planned in advance. It’s not something that’s happened to me before with Michael’s other girlfriends. Usually, his women aren’t my type. For years I’ve accompanied him to ceremonies and parties, but I despise the spotlight and I’m disgusted by that lifestyle. And those women of his radiate sex but, in reality, they can’t even sit up straight, their whole bodies are plastic, unnatural, like you’re having sex with a waterbed.” He busts out laughing.
I join in on the spontaneous laughter, even though I don’t wholly believe him.
“For years I’ve begged him to retire and take care of his mental health. To surround himself with an environment worthy of him, and not people secretly awaiting his collapse. Unfortunately, he keeps going back to it, regardless.”
“He’s too famous. So capable in everything he does, a supernatural talent. A wonderful man and person.” I grow sad.
“He is indeed,” he smiles, “but too much of anything is never enough. Don’t you see? Today he’s there, in two days he’ll be here. In a month he’ll fly out for reshoots, that can take at least half a year. In other words, he’s not really here. From what I’ve gotten to know about you, you need someone who’ll love you at all times, not just for a few measured hours. You need to feel secure; you need a lot of attention.” He smiles again, happy. “I certainly intend to do all that.” His smile turns wicked. “You’re here, I’m here. What we have between us is real and right for both of us. Let me explain things to him. I’m sure he’ll understand and hold it against us.” He tries to calm my conscience, without much success, as we’re the only two who know the depths of what we’ve experienced in the brief but significant time we’ve shared together.
“Besides, I’m really good with kids,” he proudly emphasizes, “so I can’t wait to meet your dear Roy. The truth is, when I imagine you as a mom I get really turned on. What a hot mom.” He’s excited and cups my exposed buttocks. “Sorry,” he immediately corrects himself, you’re a beautiful mother.” He presses me to his body, closes his eyes and slowly, softly breathes me in.
“Thanks.” I let out a small, satisfied smile, allowing myself to dive into his warm and enveloping embrace.
“Come on, gorgeous,” he interrupts long moments of silence, “let’s get some food in you. Comb your hair, get organized and we’ll head out.”
“Avi,” I immediately lift myself up and look at him shyly, “is there any chance you can get my bag of clothes from Michael’s room, please? I need underwear,” I try to quietly remind him.
“You think there’s even the slightest chance I’ve forgotten that detail?” He continues heading for his underwear drawer.
“I hope not!” I answer courageously.
“Excellent! Then we’re both on the same page.” He pulls a pair of white underwear out of the closet. “I want you to wear these,” he smiles at me, illuminated.
I’m immediately aroused again.
“I want you to feel it there,” he shamelessly points at his manhood, then at my crotch.
As he says these words, I’m rooted to the floor and all at once I acknowledge the fact that this man can completely control me.
“You’re very dangerous to me!” I snatch the underwear from him and he bursts out laughing. I put them on, comb my hair quickly and follow him out.
We’re both smiling as we walk to the kitchen where we find Tony, an impressive and elegant man, dark-haired and green-eyed, sitting comfortably on a bar stool next to the enormous ivory-colored kitchen isle streaked with black and silver.
“Good morning, world!” Tony speaks, his gaze immersed in the phone he’s holding in his hand. “So you just disappear on me? No answer, no call. We’re all going crazy with worry and you’re having a good night’s sleep?” he teases.
“I got rid of the phone and slept great!” Avi declares, satisfied, and places his hand on his chest. “How could anyone behave otherwise next to this goddess?”
His words embarrass and empower me all at once.
