It All Started With A Payback

One: Friend or Foe

"I assure you Louie, one of these days, you will get the karma you deserve for breaking all those women's hearts." Nanny Maria's prediction seemed to have come true. Louie Del Valle thought bitterly.

She would have a field day if she ever found out what happened to him today.

He counted his current predicament as his first karma. He hoped it would be the last....he was pretty sure his balls just managed to turn his white Calvin Kleins blue.

As twisted as it may seem....it was worth it. The corner of his lips lifted into a secret smile.

Though he had been sitting all by himself for a couple of minutes, racking his brain so he could extricate himself from his utterly humiliating predicament, he could still feel the pleasurable heat emanating from the palms and lips of the hottest and most mysterious woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He could still smell her faint perfume, taste her sweet plump lips beneath his own, feel her breasts against his chest and her female softness rubbing against his male hardness.

He hissed. And shook his head. Giving himself a hard on isn't helping him at all. He had better use his head that actually had a brain to extricate himself from his current situation.

"What the f*ck!" Exclaimed a surprised male voice before the man roared with laughter.

It was Jon. Now that he thought about it, Jane wasn't his first karma. This schmuck was. He was his closest friend and he was as deadly as he was when it came to women.

Five years ago, he got her nineteen year old niece, who was eight years younger than him pregnant.

The two had a rough start but recently just got back together. They were happily living together with their four year old daughter.

"Please tell me this isn't for me." He said in a mocking horrified tone, referring to his state of undress.

He would have retorted. But it was impossible to do since a pair of black panties was practically shoved down his throat.

He tried to rid himself of the image of how that got there in the first place. He failed.

It was Jane's way of punishing him. He wasn't supposed to touch her. Which he thought wasn't fair since he didn't use his hands.....he used his mouth and tongue instead to touch her breast.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to drag his mind to the present.

He used all the curses he had learned in his lifetime. Every single one of them, it wasn't as gratifying though since Jon couldn't understand him.

His so called friend finally decided he had provided him with enough amusement and started removing the scarf covering his eyes.

If looks could kill, his niece would have been a widow by now. If he harbored any illusion that Jon was done having fun at his expense, it was shattered right away.

"Do you still remember the password for the CCTV? Or do you need me to delete the video of what transpired before I got here?" The a*shole asked with a straight face before removing the panty from his mouth.

"I'm not that stupid," he said meaningfully. It was the only thing he could do to get even; to point out to Jon that just a week ago he was also in an embarrassing situation.

The man in front of him, who was now starting to grin again and his niece did some hanky-panky in his garage. His Benz was the sole casualty.

The two were lucky that he was so stunned to see his precious sports coupe looking the way it did, to look at the feeds from the cctv right away.

He would have found out that they, not some drunk teenagers bashed his friggin SLK.

"Right," the as*hole said in an irritatingly condescending tone. "Says the guy who's still tied to a computer chair, with his c*ck as stiff as a baseball bat hoping for a f*cking homerun." His so called friend continued in a mocking tone.

He would love nothing more than to wipe that grin off the bastard's face with a punch. But Jon was smart enough to save the satin ribbon (which was actually intended to tie the boxes of cakes they were selling) that bound his wrists behind his back for later until the idiot decided he had enough fun at his expense.

"Jon, I swear if you don't untie me now," he said in a cold voice that could have frozen hell, "I wouldn't care if your daughter grew up without a father," he continued threateningly while wriggling his wrists in an attempt to free himself.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jon wagged his finger.
"That is no way to talk to your rescuer." But he went behind him anyway to finally untie him.

He found it odd that his ire was directed towards his friend instead if the woman who actually caused his humiliation.

What's even more odd is his intense need to look for her, not to get even nor give her a piece of his mind. It was because he had this burning desire to get to know her...truly know her.

The moment he finished dressing up he strode purposefully toward the door, completely ignoring his friend's questioning look.

Jon's lips quirked into a smirk, "Hey, don't I deserve an explanation?" He gave him a look that would have made his employees quiver in fear.

But not the moron who followed him out of the small office until he almost reached the door of the coffee shop.

"Not even a thank you?" He called after him.

Without turning to look he showed him what his middle finger was for.

SHE nervously watched him as he came out of the door. His long powerful legs and thighs were now clad in the jeans which they both eagerly stripped off of him a few minutes ago.

His dark brows were drawn together, making his chiseled face look harsher than it really was.

She remembered every angle of that face. He had a face that could look so masculine or boyish depending on his mood. A long time ago she had fallen for that face and the personality that went with it big time.

She could sketch or paint it without pausing a beat, the way she had done countless of times before.

His lips were drawn into a tight line.

A few moments ago those lips were locked heatedly with her own. Those very same lips grazed and then suckled the tip of her breast.

She clenched involuntarily and felt a wave of heat surge in her body. She disgustedly shook her head. She was so angry with herself for letting things go that far.

He was scanning his surroundings. It was obvious he was looking for something SOMEONE.

And that someone was her. She hurriedly stepped back into the shadows when he abruptly turned his head in her direction.

A/N So there you have it, first chapter. When I was writing this, the song that kept playing on my head was Stay with Me by Sam Smith.

I hope I piqued your interest enough to read the next chapter. 😊