red velvet room (m.j.)

Chapter XVI

A/N: HIYA! Before I let you proceed into this chapter, I'd like to announce my new story that was published last week called "Farewell, My Summer Love". The story description will be in the first part of the book, as well as this one if you'd like to choose that route. Whatever's easier. BUT YEH! If you're interested, it'd be nice of you guys if you could check it out, have a read (hitting the star button each chapter would be nice too), letting me know what you think in the comments etc. The prologue is already up but I'll be writing more for that story in the near future as well as red velvet room, don't you worry. Now that's done, enjoy the new chapter. Love ya lots - Alex xoxo

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"Falling deep enough in love can be tricky."

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Michael

I found himself immersed in the action of kissing her. Kissing Samantha Grigio was surely very timely in terms of experience compared to the long list of girls I had easily kissed before. Most of them in which I did more than just kissing.

Lip to lip contact was easily not my thing. Oh no. Anything that shows a tiny bit of devotion is a big no-no for me, unless it helps with getting the girls turned on from their apparent weak kissing spots. In my opinion, kissing is for people who wants to take things slow and sensual, those who are mostly lovers. I hate people like that with a passion, 'lovers'.

Every time I spot a couple being all lovey-dovey with each other in public, it would make my eyes roll backwards.

"Bet, they are two saints just wanting to wait with their conservative asses for the right time to fuck-uh, pardon me-make love," I bickered to myself one winter night when I spotted a cute couple kissing by a bus stop. I was upset with my ex-wife at the time, Jenine, I couldn't remember what about, but she was a bitch and I need somebody new to give angry sex to.

"It's stupid! People are wasting time, he can get a better fuck than that loose looking bitch," I ranted to the beautiful European chick I randomly picked up in the streets. She looked at me as if I was mental, maybe I was, I was blowing my head off! This obedient girl nodded her head in silence anyway, being the good slut she was supposed to be. Yeah, you better shut your trap mouth and not argue with the big boss, hoe.

Such muck! I saw another pair eating their faces out. They are so boring. I'd rather get straight to the pounding and to the climax.

'Love doesn't exist', was my thought in logic. Fuck, I learnt it the hard way when I broke it off with my first girlfriend in high school. Sweet ol' Haley.

Now that ass-headed slut decided to take advantage of my virgin dick, messed around for a whole week, then she moved on to someone new. I absolutely hated it when I saw the woman whom I called 'my first love' throwing herself at some other guy more ugly-looking than me. My heart was ripped out of my chest, and it looked like she wasn't planning on returning it. Good riddance.

I chose not to be naive anymore. Anything that used to work on me to get myself to fall in love with somebody were now useless. I suddenly knew how to make good first impressions, socialise, gained popularity. Became that attractive fuck boy in school with a long line of swooning girls following behind me. Thanks to Haley and the tricks she taught me, I was a fucking master in bed.

Every girl that gets to have a piece of me walked out of my door begging for more.

All of them stud athletes got nothin' on me. They bumped shoulders with me all the time, wanting to know how I exactly did it.