The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Ghost

That morning Samantha woke up in a state of shock and daze. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a photo of Maximo with a very handsome male lion, displayed on the wall. They both stared intently at Samantha and gave a startling surge of energy to her heart.

“Why am I here?” Samantha asked herself. Immediately got up to sit down and look at his clothes that were still intact in the blanket, enough to make him feel relieved. That means nothing happened last night other than he got drunk and heard multiple gunshots.

Hugging her two folded legs, Samantha watched Maximo's familiar room for her. His round eyes probed every corner of the room that smelled of Maximo's distinctive perfume. There are windows that are always closed, lights that are not too bright, furniture that is not too much, also a very spacious room and dominated by the color of old ash, Maximo's trademark.

Samantha also saw the same pillow she was wearing on the sofa. That means the man sleeps on the couch, not next to him. A surprising thing because it turns out Maximo really keeps what he has promised. He did not touch Samantha in the slightest, instead letting her dream about Gerald until her core felt wet. His head was a little dizzy from last night's hangover. He scratched his head making his curly hair fall apart.

Hah, what a beautiful dream he had last night with Gerald. The man he so longed for and his shadow was still as real. Yan, everything feels like real when Gerald kisses her and hugs her also giving her a snatch that makes Samantha reluctant to refuse Gerald's next touch. He's lulled.

Samantha rubbed her own still-brimmed neck as she recalled how Gerald had dyed her neck favorably and provided a trace of possession on her white neck skin. Also his deep kisses, as if to******** are gone Samantha's lips are now feeling dry and it licks to wet her. He increasingly tightened his embrace on the two legs he hugged while smiling himself reminiscing about his beautiful dream last night.

Once upon a time, Samantha looked to the left. He saw his reflection from a high mirror that was almost as tall as Samantha. His eyes were slightly pinched when he saw something on his neck.

“What is this?” Samantha jumped in shock at the reddish beam on her neck. Not just one, but two or three and it turns out a lot.

“Jeez, why so much?” Samantha surprised herself. He slightly lowered his shirt and it turned the red beam to his chest almost hitting the crazy mound on his left.

“Who did this? It can't be Gerald's ghost, can it?” Samantha panicked herself.

Not long after, someone broke into Maximo's room, yes he was the owner. “You're up?” Maximo asked without looking at Samantha. He was still disappointed by last night. He put his sister who had woken up.

“Maximo, what happened last night?” ask the girl immediately.

“Enight?” Maximo asked back and looked at Samantha full of probing. I don't know what this girl wants to know.

“Iya, last night!” Samantha approached Maximo immediately until Maximo was stunned by Samantha's aggressive attitude. Just look at his curiously rounded eyes and his quick steps towards Maximo.

“Yes what else, last night you were drunk. Don't you remember anything?” Maximo asked back. He does not want to answer wrong.

“Aduh, yes I was drunk and I don't remember anything.” Samantha brushed her hair rough, there was not the slightest memory of her, it seemed like this girl was still in a daze.

“Why are you so sweet? Isn't it that a woman of the night has gotten used to meeting this kind of thing? Drunk, screwed client. Maybe I'm your only friendliest and kindest client.” Maximo could even be mocked by praising himself.

“I'm not kidding Maximo!” Samantha growled in annoyance.

“I'm not kidding either!” Maximo bluffs back. Samantha's round eyes did not accept, her hands clenched into the air.

“Iya, relax - calm. Why do you seem to want to pounce on me? I didn't do anything bad to you.” Maximo's guts paused to see Samantha's expression which turned out to be all that. Maximo still thought, indeed she was a virgin until it was as sweet as it was to imagine sleeping a man?

“Then who did this?” Samantha showed a red dossier on her neck.

“You sure?” Samantha is getting closer to Maximo.

“I-Iyaa, I'm sure.” It was hard to lie to the girl who was staring at Maximo in disbelief. Or maybe Maximo is not a good liar.

“From!” Samantha pulls Maximo closer. According to Maximo, the girl looked at Maximo and looked at Maximo's lips. With his thumb he touched Maximo's lips and turned his head to the mirror. “The shape is quite similar,” muttered Samantha.

“You're accusing me?!” Maximo immediately exclaimed.

“Gosh! Why did you surprise me Maximo!” Samantha jumped because the analysis that runs in her brain was cut off by Maximo's call.

“I didn't do it, probably Gerald!” There was a sense of disappointment from the sentence Maximo said.

“Where do you know that name?” Samantha looked at Maximo full of probing.

“Yes I know because you said last night, ‘Ah Gerald, aahh... Gerald’” Maximo exemplifies the delicious moans that come out of Samantha's mouth.

“That's disgusting Samantha!” he nodded with annoyance.

Samantha was no longer chiming in, she was rightly thinking about Maximo's words. He looked again at his reflection and his face turned gloomy.

“What ghost Gerald misses me so much?” He asked sadly.

“Ghost? Where there are ghosts kissing you until impregnated so!” Maximo does not accept the term ghost that Samantha used on him.

“Wait, you mean the man named Gerald is dead?” Maximo asked back. It seems he just realized.

Samantha immediately closed her mouth. How could he say that to Maximo?

“I don't know!” exclaimed Samantha who chose to leave and did not discuss the matter anymore.

“Hey, Samantha! We're not done talking? You have to explain something! Hey!” call Maximo to the beautiful girl. But Samantha chose to leave. There's a lot he has to think about.

“So that Gerald is dead?” maximo murmured while looking at the open door, where Samantha came out.

Really, a Samantha made him curious.

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