Mirage

The next thing I knew, I had parked my car in front of the venue for tonight's exhibition. Hours have passed. Probably finished.

I went inside the dark room. I questioned inside with my puffy eyes and miserable setting. My entire collection of portraits is still hanging. I don't know if these pictures were bought or not. I looked around the entire area. I started in the hallways where my close-up photos were placed and worked my way toward the darker area where my nude pictures were.

I chuckled raw. They turned out well. delicate and not overly sexual.

As I continued to move forward, I could see the light coming to life. I was welcomed by the yellowish lights. I noticed one oversized picture there. The city is illuminated by the brilliant full moon, and I'm the only one on the rooftop.

Every time I see a full moon, I remember something, and my chest grew heavy.

"I like this the best."

The scene almost became in slow-motion when I turned in the direction of the voice. My heart fluttered a little, yet so fast.

I questioned, "Why are you still here?"

I was watching for the exhibit's host.

My brows came together. He moved toward the large-framed picture of me and toward me. In a suit and tie, looking sharp, and smelling like a posh bachelor.

I said, "The exhibit is finished."

He exhaled, "Yeah. I wanted it all for myself, so I didn’t wait for it to start.”

My lips parted, and my eyes grew wider.

“You bought everything?”

He nodded once while grinning. “I also gave to the two charities because I didn't want other men staring at your face or worse, seeing you in the nude.”

I had trouble breathing. Success. We were very successful. But why do I still feel so bad?

To stop myself from crying, I bowed my head and bit my lip. My elbow was caressed by his arms.

He remarked, "I've noticed that whenever you wear red, good things happen.”

I choked back a sob, which made my lips tremble. I chuckled in order to mask my emotion while keeping my head bowed.

I spoke in a trembling voice, "Because it's my lucky charm."

He laughed, "I'm your lucky charm." While I laughed, tears kept streaming down my face.

He pinned me to his chest while holding the back of my head. I was no longer able to stop it. The little sobs began to come out as I buried my face in his chest. He caressed my back and gave me a head kiss.

I'm not sure if it's possible to feel both joy and sorrow at once. I could only feel this way because of him.

He asked me softly, "Why are you crying, aren't you happy?

I was unable to reply. I kept sobbing on his chest. I let myself get lost in the moment as I inhale his scent.

He turned me to face him after lifting my face. I'm sorry if I seem so miserable. When he used his thumb to wipe away my tears, he had this subtly bright expression.

He said, "I'm proud of my baby," before placing his lips lightly against mine.

I never before experienced such relief. It's as if I saw him at the light at the end of each of the dim hallways I've traveled through to get there.

He gave me the impression that Beau would light the way for me at the end of the road, no matter how dark it might be.

--

We remained there for some time. I relished the peace and quiet his presence had brought me. He didn't even have to say anything; his gentle touch on my back and his quick kisses on my head were enough to calm me down.

I am currently gazing at my enormous photo, which has almost completely filled the room's one wall.

"Are you okay now? What are you thinking?"

His tone made me chuckle. The first time I saw him, I recall posing the same query to him. He is now speaking to me in the same tone and asking the same question.

I asked him, trying to avoid talking about me, "Why is this your favorite?"

Simply because

I laughed. “Why not my naked pictures?”

“Why so if I could just watch you undress in front of me?”

I laughed out loud. When I laughed, he also laughed. As I considered our strategy, my smile faded. When should I continue to tell him lies to him after this is finished so I can stop?

I mumbled, "Thank you. You have no idea how much of a help that is to a lot of people.

To many people, Eli... And Oli...

He kissed my ear and whispered, "Anything for you.”

I corrected him, "Anything for them." "Helping should come from a place of self-motivation; the joy and fulfillment are priceless."

"Your happiness is my happiness."

My chest tightened. I gave him a gentle push so I could see his face. I looked at every angle of his face. And then a smile started to form on my face.

I mocked him in my bedroom voice, "Uh-oh, someone's falling."

He gave me a handsome eye-roll before briefly averting his gaze before returning to me. He looked menacingly in the eye as he slid his tongue between his cheeks.

"So what if I'm falling, so what?"

I overacted by dropping my jaw a little bit. Even though I'm teasing him and my lashes are flapping, I put my hand over my lips to appear shocked. He made fun of my response. I chuckled and touched his hair with my hands. I lost my sense of humor as I began to stroke his hair, and I noticed how his eyes grew softer.

I could tell right away that he had feelings for me. And that's what I've desired from the beginning. But why am I so guilty for so many things? I've had this kind of setup so often. Why must I experience this?

Sinners are sent to hell. So I suppose I'll take advantage of my remaining years here before I suffer.

I replied, "Then I'll make you fall farther."

His jaw clenched sternly. Then, try me.

I didn't wait around for any more time to pass. I crept up on him and reached for his lips, savagely kissing him. The man retaliated.

Our lips' sound resounded throughout the entire space. I paused for a moment and gasped for air. When I noticed the red traces of my lipstick on his lips, I smirked. I was unbothered. I kissed him once more.

I devour him with all my might despite finding it difficult due to our disparity in height. My kisses spread from his lips to his jaw and then down to his neck.

I kissed and nibbled his neck when I got to that area. When I did that, he expletives. His curse roused me in some way. I reached for his belt and attempted to unbuckle it without even thinking.

I had to kiss him again after he touched my chin. I drifted off. He performed that courtesy by taking his belt off.

He questioned "Right here?" in between our kisses.

“Right now,” I replied.

His hands brushed across my buttocks, and I felt it. He had already lifted my dress when I next opened my eyes. My red lace underwear appeared. Before he stopped, he eagerly cupped both of my buttocks during his deep kiss.

I noticed how slurred his eyes appeared to be.

He breathed, pulling some strings on my back, "Removed this shit."

I laughed sensually. “This is my lucky charm, so no.”

He corrected me, "I am your lucky charm," and then dragged me and forced me to face the wall. specifically, a photo of me.

He pulled some strings, and I pressed my palm against the wall as he undressed me.

“What if someone witnesses us?”

"You requested this,"

I bit my lip to contain my smirk. I must admit that something about this circumstance makes me even more sexy. I had no idea that my hobby was public fvcking.

He swept his hard shaft behind me and moaned, "Fvck."

I'm salivating. I feel like an animal, craving pleasure so much. I was facing my left when he pulled my hair. He used the moment my lips were about to move to seize me. He kissed me and ran his shaft over my damp folds.

I whimpered and groaned. I have no time for jokes.

He said, "I'm taking you," and then put his manhood on me.

I couldn't help but say, "Ahh."

It came so quickly.

He said, "Shush," and put his palm over my mouth.

The pain and pleasure I was experiencing nearly caused my eyes to roll back in my head. I had no idea this job could be so excellent.

My head spins so badly after one pump. I closed my eyes and pressed my boobs against the picture. I feel as though something is blocking my airway from all of this pleasure he's giving me.

If you're going to make me fall hard, I'll do everything I can to make sure you only remember my name.

He bit my lips, speeding up his pump. My face sagged. My fingernails are digging into the picture. It wasn't bothering me anymore.

I once more closed my eyes as he slapped the side of my buttocks.

“Speak my name,” he ordered.

I could only utter silent whimpers because I was so consumed by the pleasure I was experiencing. He struck me again in the butt.

I cried out, "Beau!" loudly.

He let out a loud moan, and his thrust quickened.

I had no idea I was capable of pleading with such ferocity.

I got my wish, he said. He keeps pushing harder and faster while I'm completely pressed up against the wall, exactly how I wanted him to until we both arrived and knocked on heaven's door.

He drove me to his residence. He made no attempt to dress me once more. All he did was force me to wrap my body in his coat. His coat nearly served as a dress coat for me because of his massive body frame.

Even as his men escorted us in his car, I started to feel uneasy because I assumed they had overheard something from us inside.

Beau took me numerous times until we were both happy. I began the following morning with a flurry of phone calls. I watch Knight at his gym while drinking a cup of hot chocolate that he made for me.

--

It’s a peaceful morning in his penthouse. I woke up late so I seek for him at the whole house and ended up finding him at his gym.

I observed Beau as he worked on his sets. I'm not even sure why he requires that. He's ripped. He doesn't need any of these to handle me.

I made an effort to dismiss all negative thoughts I had about him. I grinned and kept watching him when I abruptly blinked and thought I had seen something terrible.

It's like seeing something with a slash of thunder when you see a mirage, and in that light, it appears as a dark... wolf?

My lips split. My mind and soul went completely blank. Beau gave me another quick look and grinned. I'm not sure what's causing my heart to beat so rapidly.

I believe I'm just too worn out. Right.