The Mafia's Asmara Cage
SASM - Disappointment
On the way home to Maximo's residence, Samantha was laid down in the passenger seat and her head was covered with Maximo's thighs. The girl's body is enveloped by a Maximo suit manufactured by a famous luxury fashion house headquartered in London, England.
The material is soft and warm, very suitable to be worn in the days leading up to the change towards winter. Samantha looked comfortable, she slept well, until a soft snoring from her slightly open mouth sounded. While Maximo is still listening to Paul's report about the person claiming to be him.
“Nicholas Pore, former accountant at one of the Banks in Los Angeles. Has a sister who is a wanted for the murder of a woman of the night. Nicholas himself had served four years in detention for illegal drugs cases and buying and selling women freely,” said Paul.
“How can he know me?” Maximo is curious. He rubbed his slightly rough chin because of his fine hair.
“He was once one of the closest people to Wiliam when Wiliam won a horse-riding gamble. This man who keeps the assets of William's victory, millions of dollars and three horses. His body was not that fat.” Paul sends a photo to Maximo's phone and Maximo stares at the man's face. Quite foreign according to him. However, he still tried to remember where he had met the man. His memory turned and he began to remember.
“Miami International Airport. Yeah, I met this guy there. He was sitting at a table not far from my place and Wiliam, when we were in the airport lounge.” Maximo still remembers what happened a year ago. As he quarreled with William who tried to commit fraud in their cooperation. The sentence Nicholas said was exactly like the one Maximo said to William. It seems he imitates a lot of things from Maximo.
“Is he still a Wiliam guy?” Maximo started to suspect.
“Iya sir. Looks like he has a lot of money from Mr. Wiliam.” Paul conveyed the information as he found it.
“Hah, apparently Wiliam has not changed. He's still playing the tactic behind me.” Maximo rubbed his face rough. Not understanding the old man's thoughts.
“Master, are you not curious about the reason Miss Samantha often said she wanted to kill you? I don't think it's just a joke.” Paul conveyed his thoughts.
Maximo did not answer. He looked at Samantha's sleeping face quietly. His face was like an angel that made him calm, yet passionate at the same time.
“You mean he has something to do with my enemies?” Maximo asked back.
“I dare not conclude sir. If you'd like, I'd dig even more in-depth information about Miss Samantha.” Paul made an offer. He felt Maximo was too rash to accept Samantha just like that without finding out more about who this girl really was. Whereas usually, Maximo will find out to the depth of each person before bringing the person into his life.
Maximo was silent for a moment. He rubbed Samantha's head and grabbed the girl's hair. He smelled Samantha's hair that looked attractive when styled curls like this.
“He's an interesting puzzle. I want to find my own. I want to see how far he's hiding himself and how many clues he's going to give me. I enjoy the process of getting to know this woman.” Maximo said with a feeling. He smelled Samantha's hair which was very fragrant when smelled.
Paul did not comment. He only caught a glimpse of what his great master was doing through the rearview mirror, then closed the curtain between the cabin maximo and the cabin himself and the driver. The great master needed time to solve his own puzzle.
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Arriving at Maximo's residence, Samantha is still asleep. He squirms as Maximo moves on to descend first.
“Let me help, sir.” Paul immediately stepped forward to help Maximo carry Samantha.
“Let your hands down! Backward!” Maximo is not pleased.
Paul immediately backed down. Looks like his help doesn't apply when it comes to Samantha. Maximo decides to carry Samantha himself with both hands. He takes the girl into the elevator and goes straight to the cage Samantha used to live in. He laid Samantha's body carefully on the surface of the mattress with pink sheets.
“Don't leave me!” samantha, who had again wrapped her hands around Maximo's neck.
“Iyaa,” the girl replied “I can't live without you. Please take me wherever you go. I can't live alone.” This time Samantha's babble sounded longer making Maximo's feelings more and more unbecoming.
“You mean it?” Maximo couldn't believe what he was hearing. Samantha nodded softly, making Maximo smile small. Is that really what Samantha feels?
Instead of leaving Samantha in her room, Maximo chose to bring this beautiful woman into her room. Lying it on top of a bed that no woman has ever touched. Whenever he wanted to entertain himself and play around with women, he always did in the hotel and without touching this team. He would only see the women dancing in front of him, showing her sexy body parts, sulking while smiling seductively, moving erotically and then adoring her. Not once did he let a woman touch him without permission.
“You can be here because you are special Samantha.” Maximo's whisper in Samantha's ear. He saw Samantha's beautiful face when he fell asleep, then he rubbed his forehead, and, with her index finger then slid the midline of Samantha's face up to her nose and down to her thin lips and look sweet with a bright red lipstick.
Unexpectedly, Samantha opened her eyes. Looking faintly at the smiling male figure before him at a very close distance. Samantha slightly raised her head, rubbed the handsome face gently and kissed Maximo's lips gently.
“I love you,” said Samantha after one kiss she landed.
Maximo was shocked. He licked his own lips which still tasted the sweet rest of the wine that Samantha had licked.
“You're really teasing me Samantha.” Maximo stared at the girl fixedly. His eyes were still half-open, perhaps his consciousness was not yet full due to the influence of alcoholic beverages.
“Iya,” Samantha paused her sentence and touched her nose to the maximo's nose. “You don't want to reply?” Samantha continued her sentence softly. Maximo's hair bristles because of Samantha's speech and voice that makes him nervous. His desire is called.
Without waiting for long, Maximo immediately scooped Samantha's lips with his. He smeared the lips of sensu4l perfectly, sometimes very greedy to make Samantha pant deliciously. This was the first and Maximo did so well that Samantha enjoyed every attempt of Maximo's tongue to remove the entire oral cavity of Samantha.
One hand bergeriliya rubbed the surface of Samantha's stomach is still covered in a thin dress, making the girl moan stifled. Satisfied with Samantha's lips, she took a few breaths and turned to kiss Samantha's neck, giving light and occasional heavy kisses to leave a reddish beam that made the girl jolt favorably. He cupped Maximo's head and slightly pulled his hair to make the man more excited.
“Ahh, Gerald..” Samantha moaned without being able to bear it.
In that instant, Maximo stopped his kiss. He did not mishear no, not his name called Samantha but another male name.
Who was it, Gerald? Bener, Gerald, right?
“Job!”
Maximo released his grip immediately. He was upset because it was not him that Samantha had in mind. Samantha rolled weakly and then fell face down. He hugged Maximo's pillow tightly without feeling any guilt. He let the man not accept with much disappointment that rumbled upon him.
"You really played me Samantha." Maximo saw something under his stomach that had stiffened and asked to continue. Unfortunately, Maximo's passion has died down and changed into a sense of disappointment.
Tomorrow morning, don't ask about that red mark on your neck. It wasn't me who forced her but you yourself who asked for it. This mistake is not me doing it, but you are Samantha!” Maximo said with emphasis. Samantha is fast asleep and dreaming about Gerald. A very beautiful dream and a bad reality for Maximo.
“Sucks! You really ruined my mood!” Maximo soon moved near Samantha. He stared at Samantha's back moments ago and picked up a drink that would accompany him tonight.
Akh, what a torturous night. Why does Samantha's first clue have to be a male name?
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