Jackson Imaginez / One Shots

Set Me On Fire

lil heads up: the song don't really go with the vibe but it kinda does...the song at 1:17 (with volume up) is rlly meant for the intimate parts ..🌚 ok go read😅

Michael was devious soul. A sly man whose only desires were dark and pleasure filled.

Women only wanted him for his looks and got what they wanted out of him, which was sex and a whole lot of it.

While this pleased him to a certain extent, he was never satisfied with the women he had dealt with.

He needed to find a women who shared the same interests he had . A women as dark as he was, if not more.

"YOU CAN'T RUN FROM THIS FRITZ!" Amicah yells as she goes faster on the motorcycle, zooming through the streets. Loose curls that have escaped her slicked low bun are blowing in the wind.

Fritz is on foot but is still flipping and jumping on walls whilst knocking down garbage cans through the alleyways.

Amicah rolls her eyes getting tired of chasing him so she pulls out her glock 43 and shoots up every wall he touches and every alleyway he squeezes through.

He runs even faster and she zooms up as close as she can back on the road to take a shortcut.

Then she sees a car zooming up to her but before she can hit the brakes it's too late.

"FUCK!" She yells before the crash.

There's a bunch of smoke and Amicah is shocked that she wasn't hit. She gets off the motorcycle and sees the luxurious race car that skirted to the opposite side of her.

She stands there with her hands on her hips. She's wearing all black. Black tight leather pants with black boots with heels. With a tight leather cropped exposing her whole torse, pushing up her breasts.

She sees a familiar looking man step out in blue and black with curly shoulder length hair.

"Great." She laughs to herself.

"My bad. I didn't see you there." He puts on that phony smile of his then bites his bottom lip as his eyes wander her fit.

"Yeah. Whatever, I gotta shit to take care of." She turns around but feels her being pulled back.

She turns back and snatched her arm from him.

"Michael, please." She says in a snappy tone.

"What's up with us?" He asks.

"You hit me with your big body race car and instead of asking if i'm good, you wanna ask what's me up with us? What's up with you, Michael?? Seems like all you've been trying to do is kill me." She steps away from him with furrowed eyes.

"I almost hit you and yes. I have been trying to kill you but I reckon you have the same wish towards me but that doesn't stop us from meeting in the middle every time now does it, Micah?" His tones is now monotone and not playful. He's being serious.

"Its 'UH' Micah to you...What do you want from me? 'Cause I want you to leave me alone and be completely outta my life." She crosses her arms, pushing up her breasts more then they already are.

This pulls his attention but she doesn't see the lust in his eyes.

"I want you Amicah. Isn't it obvious?" He confesses.

She stands still in silence for awhile.

"Amicah—"

"I gotta go." She waved him off with strong feeling of confusion and disbelief.