It shouldn’t be that difficult, not after what I’ve done, not after where I’ve been. I should have gone to the apartment instead of coming back here. What am I doing?
Here I am, sitting inside my car in front of her house, watching the front door. There’s no sign of Ricardo’s ride, so I guess big dark guy is not around. No lights are on and I’m not sure if she’s here or not, but she definitively is not at the club because it’s her night off. I wonder if Hanna’s inside, waiting for me.
I already checked the phone calls and the last one she made was early this morning. Why didn’t she call me again after that last call? What a loser I am, wishing for something impossible to happen. Who am I fooling?
I can’t tear my eyes away from that damn door, and all of sudden, I find myself overwhelmed with anticipation, like I’m expecting some miracle to happen. And I close my eyes, letting my mind fly free, unrestrained.
Hanna will show up anytime now, dressed in one of her cotton flowery dress and plain sandals. Her hair will be loose and a radiant smile will be lighting her face, making her blush slightly as soon as she sees me.
Those beautiful green eyes, grayish sparks around the pupils, sparkling like flames in the darkness as soon as our gazes meet, reflecting her feelings. She will giggle like a little girl when I lean my head, kissing her neck, inhaling in her sweet scent. Lilacs, cinnamon and arousal, and I will grin against her skin, pressing my full lips to her ear, and lowering the tone of my voice to that deep low rumble I know makes her shudder, I will whisper her name. Hanna.
In response, a soft moan will slip through her lips as unconsciously she will press herself to me, stroking my nape. That almost imperceptible caress; the tip of her slim fingers will be tracing an invisible line down my shoulder. Her lips will brush mine, her breath warming my heart before she whispers my name, Dominic, making my heart race; gooseflesh appears on my skin and a shiver in my soul.
It shouldn’t be this difficult, not anymore, not after where I’ve been. I should have gone to any other place instead of coming back here. What the fuck am I doing?
I open my eyes, my gaze traveling over the surface of the facade until comes to a stop at her bedroom window. There’s a soft gleam coming from that spot that wasn’t there a few minutes ago. My heart skips a beat as an invisible knot closes my throat in seconds.
Hanna is here. I don’t need anyone to tell me. I know it’s her who lit that candle, and maybe I’m just a damn fool, but I find myself wishing she did it so I can find my way back home.
What am I doing to myself? Why do I keep torturing myself with these self destructive thoughts? Why the fuck can’t I accept I lost her once and all, moving on?
I wanted to see my woman. I needed to see her at least once. Those were my exact words. I begged her to let me see her. What the fuck was I thinking? Hanna knows me better than anyone else and she already knew that I wasn’t ready to see the real Hanna. That’s the reason why she was refusing to let me in. Damnit, at this point I seriously doubt that I would be ready any time soon or even if I will ever be ready, or what’s worse; what if I don’t deserve to know Hanna?
I grab the chick’s waist, pulling her to me as we walk toward Rey’s jet. She’s giggling and I’m grinning like a loony as I bend my head, licking her neck, making her laugh out loud. I come to a stop and tightening my hold around her I grab her tight ass, squeezing hard.
That’s one of the effects of the coke. You don’t give a shit about anything. You lose literally any nuance of shame or shyness you had. You feel powerful and invincible. While under the effect of the white powder, you are a winner because there’s no place for self pity or desolation, and all of sudden, you’re not a loser anymore, now you’re a winner again. I’m a winner. I’m a fucking winner.
It’s starting to get dark and Reynaldo turns his head, looking at me, grinning, saying that we can fuck them when we have taken off. Then he turns to Crystal, slapping her bottom, making her yelp in surprise.
Oh, you can count on that, fucker. I already have a painful hard on and this redhead is gonna help me to get rid of it. I have to make up for a whole year without pussy at my reach and months of sweet lovemaking with who I thought was in love with me.
As the plane takes off I make myself comfortable in my white leather seat, closing my eyes. The redhead’s hands are all over me, her lips and tongue tracing circles on my throat as she tugs the hem of my shirt, pulling it out of my pants, and I’m so fucking pathetic I’m wishing silently those hands were Hanna’s instead Sara’s, the redhead.
Closing my eyes is not helping me either and even though this chicks’ touch is soft and gentle, it’s not the same. Damn!
Hanna’s eyes are haunting me, her hoarse voice echoing faintly inside my brain, silently torturing me. She’s whispering how much she loves me, how she misses me. Her lips feel like velvet against my skin. Her hands aren’t stroking my body anymore, they are caressing my heart, calling my soul, breathing I’m home.
My eyes snap open, finding Sara nuzzling my cheek, ripping me from my secret fantasy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I’m unable to get rid of her, to let go of her. Shit! Not even in hell can I find some kind of peace. Damnit, Hanna, I hate you more than ever bitch!
Miami, Anti Castro Cubans’ stronghold, organized crime’s settlement and Reynaldo Casamajor home.
After fives hours of hard sex, coke and tequila, we finally land in Miami. Several cars are already waiting for us. Four black SUV and a white limo. There is a little army as well, at least 15 guys with automatic weapons surrounding the area.
Rey and I make our way toward the limo, getting in with the girls as Miguel gets in one of the SUV’s while speaking on the phone, setting up the meeting with Rey’s East coast contact.
We aren’t even inside the vehicle for five minutes and Sara is already naked on her knees sucking Reynaldo’s dick like there’s no tomorrow.
Crystal is sitting at my side, looking through the window, pretending to be enjoying the view outside. She hasn’t said a word since we left the jet and I’d swear she’s lost in thought right now.
I notice Crystal is always around Reynaldo. He has other chicks apart from her, but this nineteen year old girl is a constant presence in Rey’s bed. She’s the only chick who sleeps each and every night in the same place he sleeps. I also noticed when Rey is fucking her; he always takes his time, making her ready for him.
Unlike the other chicks, the Cuban never lets his men put a hand on her or even talk to her. The other night at our little orgy at the hotel suite, Crystal was blowing the kid, but that was all, she only fucked us.
Crystal is what she is and she’s the first one to accept that fact, but Rey immediately refused to fuck her with me. I wouldn’t say Rey loves her. This fucker is in love only with himself, but still Rey seems to care for her in some sickly way.
However, I don’t think this fucker trusts her more than any other, but I bet this girl has been witness to all Rey’s deals. I wonder why she’s around him 24/7?
I gently squeeze Crystal’s thigh and she turns her head fast, already smiling at me. I narrow my eyes in suspicion when I notice how her smile is not reaching her eyes. But, I don’t care. I’m too high to care about anything other than myself and my throbbing dick, screaming for attention.
I slide my hand between her legs as she spreads them farther apart, giving me more room.