MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

GOTCHA!

- You're coming with me to that charity gala even if it's the last thing you do in your life -Enzo said firmly eyelining so skillfully and accurately as usual his eyes.

- What if I don't want to? How can you force me? -Tarek challenged him, leaning against the washbasin with his arms folded.

- I got unlimited resources, deary. You should know me well by now.

- I'm doing and the more I know you, the more I dislike what I'm seeing.

- Get yourself ready, please -he ignored his words deliberately-. I don't want to get late because of you.

- Why don't you go with Pauline?

- Charlotte is ill.

- What's wrong with her?

- Nothing serious. Just a cold.

- It's not a problem. I could take care of her and she could go to the gala with you.

- Don't be stubborn. The girl needs her mother beside her.

- Oh, well, just choose one of your million friends to attend with you.

- But I want to be with you. You are my husband, stop making a scene.

- You know I hate those events. I'm warning you, I'll get drunk and try to embarrass you at the least opportunity.

- Do it and I'm spanking you. I'm warning you too.

- And I can imagine it -he scratched his bottom, appearing an exaggerated gesture of pain.

Enzo locked his fire eyes on his husband and grabbed that ass, he couldn't help it.

- No, don't touch me -Tarek pushed him away.

- Come here -he stepped to him fixing his eyes intensely.

- No.

Tarek ran when he could see things were getting tricky. He ran through the bedroom, dressing room and bathroom while Enzo chased him avoiding skilfully all kind of obstacles he got on his way. Until jumping he hooked his waistband to drop him to the floor. He straddled over him, encircling his wrists above his head, having him completely still.

- You can't imagine how I would fuck you right now -he said, his eyes dragging over him from head to toe, lying there under his own body.

- How?

- Like there's no tomorrow. That's the way I'd fucked you.

- What a shame, you have to attend a gala and arrive on time. You'll have to pospone the wild sex session.

- Oh, dear. You won't blackmail me. You're going with me holding hands as my husband and only if you behave, I will give you a foretaste when we're coming back home.

- A fortaste at home? What about a starter there and then the main course here?

- There? Where? At Royal Albert Hall? Oh, my darling. What a monster I made out of you.

Tarek looked at his flushed cheeks in the mirror, mix of embarrassment and rapture. How could he get so softy when he was so angry with him? He drove him completely mad. And he decided with a smile that he would rule that night for a change, not him.

The charity gala to raise funds against rare diseases in under 21 year old youth, would last three hours. The event was created by the english millionaire and philanthropist Timothy Jones. His own daughter had Moebius syndrome, a rare sickness that caused the face and eye muscles paralysis.