MySam
Shadow

"Faster, please. oh yeaahh... like that's -- aahh--uuhh--- come on baby---- God damn--aahh-argghhh-ooohh-come on Maya, come on, honey-"

"Aarrgghh-- ahhh--yeahh-- do it fast---- uuuhh-- ohh Maya--- I love you....!"

Dean was getting more and more into trouble unconsciously. He moved the slender hips of a girl who was currently above his body.

Dean's hand was seen several times squeezing two twin hills of ra-num that moved up and down right before his eyes.

Very fitting to be in the hands of Dean's burly palm.

Due to the influence of several martini glasses tonight, Dean just pulled the body of one of the beautiful models after the fashion show at Jakarta Fashion Week.

Dean took the famous model to a private room that Dean used to rent every time he watched an upscale fashion show take place.

And as a result, Dean really enjoyed the romance, but what was in Dean's mind was really out of his control. Dean hallucinates if the woman is Maya.

"Ohh yesss--- good girl--- yeaahh--huuuhhh-- haaahh---" Dean said after the release.

Now the woman dropped her body beside Dean's body, while hugging the waist of the man who is now limp beside her.

"You satisfied, baby?"

Dean nodded faintly, he still closed his eyes with a sticky body that contained sweat and pej*h belonged to the beautiful woman.

"But why do you always call me Maya tonight, hm? Who's she?" his tan this time positioned his body tilted to face Dean, with one arm as a pedestal.

"Really's? Do I say that name?" asked Dean in wonder. Both of his eyebrows were now raised, his net narrowed in wonder at what the woman had just said.

"Of course you do. You said oh Maya--- come on baby--" The woman imitated what Dean said during their union.

Dean fell silent. Contemplating for yourself why there can be names and faces Maya who always dominates her mind now, even when she is making love to other women.

"Forget it, you know if our relationship is only one night." Dean tried to hide his nervousness.

"I know. and I don't care who the woman you mentioned when we made love earlier" replied the beautiful woman with a long brown mane who is still lying hugging Dean's body.

"And I will satisfy you ton." The beautiful woman who was without a thread was now back to play her fondling to Dean's body.

"You want to do it again for the second round, honey?" The woman's shiny red stained fingers are now combing her face and getting down to Dean's muscular burly chest, until the longer it is now getting down between the two bases of Dean's pa-ha.

The pretty model's fingers are now moving more and more wild, trying to satisfy Dean's passion again that night.

But strangely, now a burly man with a tattoo attached to the lenggan and muscular back that seems to start not so like what his date did.

Slowly Dean brushed off the hand that was now moving wildly.

"Stop it, please...."

Dean got up from his sleep, then grabbed his formal shirt and pants that were just splattered on the floor of the room.

"I have to go." said Dean briefly.

Now the white shirt and black Armani blazer stick perfectly on his body.

"Why? Why sweetheart? You usually like my touch." The girl went back into a spoiled slob, trying to hold Dean's departure.

"I have a lot of business."

Dean pulled his pretty girl's hand out tonight.

"I'm transferring to your account tonight too, so. don't worry."

Dean tidied himself up again, pecking himself in front of the mirror while re-stringing the tie that had now been neatly coiled around his neck.

Dean now glanced at the woman who was still covering her innocent body with just a thick blanket. He also breathed heavily.

Is what he said true? What's with me now? What about Maya? Damn...

Inner Dean.

"Dean honey's...."

The sound shocked his daydream.

"What?"

"What do you think changed because of the woman named Maya?"

Dean sneered a little.

"Of course not," Dean.

"Don't lie to Dean, we've slept together several times and even though our relationship is only one night love.." the woman paused her sentence.

"But I know you Dean. You've never been like tonight before. Ever since Maya's name when we fucked."

Dean gave a small grin, but a few seconds later his face changed.

"I'm just doing a lot of work. You never think of anything."

Dean now grabs the phone on the nightstand.

"At the same time we have no serious relationship. So don't ever take this night or the nights before as anything serious." Dean continued.

"And don't you ever be so pretentious about me!" Dean reaffirmed the relationship between the two.

The man's burly body then stepped closer to the door of the room with a sound. He opened the door knob and just walked out leaving the beautiful woman.

The woman who was sitting on a soft bed, which only covered her body with a blanket thick.

....

Dean walked gontai in the hallways of the room with dim lights.

The fashion show was over, there were only a few crew and officials left in the building.

Some of the crew both male and female could only nod politely towards Dean as they passed by. They looked as if seeing Dean with disheveled hair like tonight was common.

Of course they know the habits of Dean after watching a fashion show with top beautiful models.

And not a single person dared to interfere with the affairs of the man of the owners of many large companies.

...

Dean handed over some red notes to the parking valet officer as the shiny black BMW X1 stopped in front of Dean.

Shortly thereafter the car drove off the front door of the main building.

I don't know what Dean had in mind, but tonight he was completely lost when the figure of his date who suddenly turned into Maya's face, was on top of his body earlier.

Dean's subconscious is always looking at Maya's image.

"Damn it....!!" muttered Dean.

to be continue....