red velvet room (m.j.)

Chapter III

A/N: Just a fun little notice; the song "Haunted" by Beyonce has been highly listened to during the making of this chapter. Hope you enjoy :) - Alex xoxo

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"I see her now. How much longer until she sees me?"

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Here we were again.

Across the road from the building of Samantha's apartment home, was Michael's Lamborghini car, the same car that he used as a dark shadow the other night to watch her focus on her studies, like she was a scene from a movie.

Whilst she was unaware that she was being watched, Michael very much enjoyed the sight of her innocence, radiating from the warm lights that surrounded her hunched over body, forming a luminous halo around her entire being. Just like an angel, Michael said in his deep, personal thoughts. So pure, like an angel.

For tonight's private show, Samantha was just coming out of a well deserved shower it seemed. The satisfying look from her dripping face told us that she indeed felt refreshed after that clean up. Michael, on the other hand, saw her definite naked self (if the towels were dropped) passing by the opened window.

The cool breeze attacked her bare skin, causing goosebumps to form due to the unwanted temperature change. Michael noticed her little shudder from his car. He moistened his lips before tugging the bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched, and he continued to watch while she slowly took off her wet towel from her body.

Michael cursed. It didn't matter what word he sputtered out of his system. Any word would do to describe what he was feeling from that moment as he watched her put her undergarments on, to at least keep herself from being naked any longer. 

He's not a pervert, not usually. Never has he actually wanted to see a naked woman without the girl's consent. Though, Michael dressed and act like a player, he after all, still knew some morals. What is very wrong and what is very right.

With Samantha Grigio, for some unknown reason, he decided to go against his morals. He didn't care if it was disrespecting the young girl. The way Michael saw it, it wouldn't matter anyway. He knew from the moment he landed his eyes on that girl, she will be his in the end. So in a theoretical sense, it was okay for Michael to have a little early sneak peek.

What he saw was definitely his. His body to hold and share his desire to for as long and as much as he wanted. An angelic being to keep all to himself. It was okay to look at your woman.

This was Michael's first time seeing Samantha Grigio naked. Though, he wished his first time to see her body of a goddess would differ. He truly, and well surely, love the sight of her entirety, all nude for him, and only for him.

It made Michael smirk actually, the girl didn't know that her perfect body was being admired for, and she will never know until Michael educates her with the hard truth. Michael planned to keep the truth in the backburner, she must ever not know of this secret side to their story.

No one else knew about Michael's secret spying session on Samantha Grigio, except for himself of course. At the very moment, it was all for the pleasure for the eyes. Now, Michael can have vivid imaginations, but he has been working on making those imaginations that fancied in his head come true. Trust in Michael, he will make it all possible.

Michael also knew about the Samantha-Curtis dinner date that they have planned on the day he met Samantha in that fancy hotel. His ludicrous wife, Jenine, told him so after they had a good amount of fucks the other day, just to get her tired enough and say whatever she has been holding back from him.