“Where are you going?” Maddie asked when I left her after laying her on the bed. She crawled down from the bed and followed me to my closet.
Maddie shrieked when I carried her back to the room with one hand. I threw her playfully on the bed and leaned on top of her. My chest pressed hard on her breasts. My torso arched against her body. She cupped my face and traced my features with her eyes as if imprinting them into her mind.
“Marry me, my Larni,” I uttered while she caressed my cheeks. She stopped and looked at me. I kissed her gently and repeated, “Marry me, Larni.”
“Maxwell…”
I grabbed her hand and slid a ring on her finger. She remained staring at me with wide eyes and with a pale face. This was the reason I insisted on taking her to New York. I wanted to propose to her on my yacht on Sunday, but I could not wait for that day to come. I had been keeping the ring for a month and was only waiting for the right time to propose. Maddie made it clear that we needed to take things slow, but I was madly in love with her. I was madly terrified of losing her, too.
Maddie never looked at the ring, but she kept staring at my eyes. I could see her hesitation to accept my proposal, but I kept my hopes high. I was confident that she loved me and she would accept my proposal even if it scared her. Her lips twitched in a frown before she slapped my shoulders.
“What kind of a proposal is this?” she asked. Tears sprung down her cheeks. She wiped her tears and added, “You should be on your knees, not on top of me, while we are both naked.”
“You want me to do it again?” I asked in a worried tone. I seriously thought that she found my proposal stupid.
Maddie shook her head and said, “I would not want it any other way.”
“Is that a yes?” I asked in a stutter.
Maddie laughed happily that the sound of her laughter echoed inside the room. She clung to my neck and wrapped her legs on my hips and answered, “This is yes.”
She kissed me without hesitation and I kissed her with intense happiness. She was mine officially. I pushed my mouth harder on her and slid my tongue into her mouth. She received and sucked. Her replies were different. I could feel her happiness in her kisses and on the throbbing of her heart. I pulled away from her lips and moved my kisses to her neck and chest. She arched her body to offer more of her skin to me.
“Larni” I moaned as I sucked on her tits.
Her fingers threaded my wavy brown hair and she pulled it hard when I suck on her nipples harder. “Maxwell,” she screamed while enjoying my playful caresses.
She repeated my name as I trailed kisses from her breasts to her crotch. She spread her legs wider and I explored her folds with my mouth. Her body trembled when I ran my rough buds on her clit. Her hands grabbed on my hair harder as I explored her slit with my tongue. I held her legs to keep them from squeezing my head.
“Max...well,” Maddie called as I reached into her walls with my tongue. “I want you inside me.”
I pulled away from her folds and crawled back on top of her. A naughty smile appeared across her face. She wrestled me to my back and she positioned herself on top of me. I grabbed her breasts and said, “Naughty Larni.”
Her smile suddenly faded and I panicked again. But, she suddenly put back her wide smile and said, “I will always love you, Maxwell.”
I rose from the bed and kissed her hard. She pulled away from my mouth and kissed every inch of my neck and shoulders. She raised her hips and held my cock. I held her on the waist as she guided my shaft into her opening. Her face twitched as she tried to fit my cock into her tight pussy.
“Larni,” I called as my shaft slid into her throbbing walls. Even her walls seemed to reflect her happiness.
Our temperature rose as we held each other closer. I kissed her and moved my hips against her, encouraging her to ride me. Maddie gyrated her hips and my cock became wilder inside her. She increased her pace and intensified her humps. Her breasts jiggled in front of me, slapping my chest with her nipples. I grabbed them with my hands and played with them as she rode me.
“Maxwell,” Maddie cried between her moans.
She paused for a moment and trembled as her urge for orgasm became stronger. I stopped sucking her breasts and put my face closer to hers. We breathed against each other’s face as our hips slapped against each other. “Larni,” I called her and she lit in delight again. Her pace became stronger and her passion intensified.
“Larni,” I kept repeating to keep her intensity. “Maxwell,” she responded to my every call.
Maddie struggled to move her hips while holding back her climax. She wanted to cum, but this thoughtful lover always wanted to explode with me. I hugged her tight and rolled her back to the bed. I raised her hips and guided my cock back to her opening. She writhed on the sheets and her body waved as some of her orgasm leaked.
“Wait a little more, my Larni,” I whispered and thrust my cock deeper and harder inside her.
Her cries became short and soft and her fingers buried deep into my skin as she desperately held onto her orgasm. I pushed hard against her while kissing her mouth. She moaned into my mouth as we both met at the brink of our orgasm.
“Max, Max,” she called as I rammed on her faster and deeper. “Maxwell!”
Maddie tensed and arched against my hips when her orgasm exploded. I continued to thrust on her to chase my own orgasm. She kept shuddering as my cock thrust deep inside her. Her throbbing walls milked my cock and forced me to cum inside her again. My cock became hotter and bigger as her walls squeezed it tightly.
“Larni!” I screamed before exploding inside her. I must have been so happy that my cock shot more seeds than I ever had.
“Yesss…,” Maddie hissed as I dropped on top of her, with my body throbbing hard against hers and my cock pulsing hard inside her. “I’m Larni. Your Larni,” she repeated.
A sense of accomplishment filled me as I filled her with my cum. She was already mine and impregnating her with my child would be a happy bonus. I planted soft kisses on her face while she tried not to pass out from the pleasure. As always, she ended sleeping with a contented smile. And damn, she was beautiful with that smile.
Yes. She was my Larni. My Maddie. Whoever she was, she was meant to be mine forever.
#
Larni
I sat on the veranda with a cup of coffee in my hand and a piece of toast on the other. It was three o’clock in the afternoon, but I was still on my first meal of the day. Max had left for his meeting and promised to return before dinner. That man had the stamina of a horse. How could he manage to go to his meeting after all those rounds we had last night?
The ring in my finger reflected the light from the sun. I raised my hand to look at the ring closer. It was my first time to look at it. I did not want to be a hypocrite, but the ring was not the reason I accepted the proposal. What a proposal, too! The edges of my lips curved into a smile as I remembered Max’s proposal. Every young girl dreamed of that moment where a prince-like lover drops on his knee and proposes with a diamond ring. I got the ring, but my man proposed on top of me and in nude.
I did not know what got into me last night. Being with Max was already putting my life, my Dad’s and Max’s life in danger. I should have refused his proposal, but I could not go against my heart. But, I forgot all my fears and my concerns when he proposed last night. The look in his eyes was different that it felt safe to take a risk on a future with him.
My happiness overwhelmed me that I was not scared that everything between us was moving faster than expected. It must be what Nana told me when I was young. Souls that were promised for each other will always find each other. Nana must be guiding me well for I was certain that I had found the soul that was promised for me. Max.
I stopped daydreaming when my phone rang. I ran back to the room and grabbed my phone. It was Mica. She had become an avid fan of my romance with Max and she was probably wanting to hear about us. I looked at my ring and wondered how she would freak out wh
en she heard about my engagement.
“Damn, girl. You’re FAMOUS!” Mica declared as soon as I answered the phone.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Mica was in disbelief that I knew nothing about the news. She read a headline from a paparazzi site about an actress being officially dumped. There was a picture of Max buying a ring a week ago and everyone believed that it was for the actress associated with him. Max had cleared the issue with me. The actress was only riding on the publicity, but nothing was true between them. Call me a fool, but I believed Max. I believed in his love and in the way he showed it to me.
“But, Mr. Buttons showed up with a beautiful young lady in his building last night,” Mica continued to read. “The lady was said to be the mysterious girl he bought from a charity auction.”
“H-how did they know about that?” I asked. My hands began to shake with fear.
“There is a picture of you dancing with Max,” Mica answered. “They believe that the ring was for you. Was it really for you?”
“I call you, Mica,” I said before hanging up suddenly.
I searched the internet about Max and me. My knees wobbled and I dropped on the floor when I saw my pictures on the internet. The picture at the auction was not the only one. There was a picture of us arriving in the building, too. There was also an interview with Mrs. Sinclair and the widow talked about how she played cupid between Max and me. The article included an old picture of me when I first started working in the foundation.
No. All those things should not be happening. My Dad strictly told me to stay on the west coast, away from Washington. But here I was. Only a few hours away from where he was and the people who would want to take me. I have to get out of here. I dialed Max’s number, but he did not answer the phone. Max.
I rose from the floor and quickly walked to the closet. I stopped when I was about to change my clothes. Max could also be in danger because of me. Those people who were after Dad and me could force him to get me. I could not just run away on my own. I had to run away with him.
I froze when the door opened. Max. He must be back. I dropped my clothes and ran to welcome him, but Max was nowhere in the room. A bald man dressed in a maintenance uniform was at the door. Max complained about the heater in the room last night and the building manager promised to send someone to check it. But a maintenance man should have knocked.
The maintenance man jumped on me before I could reach for the phone. I struggled hard to resist his hold, but a woman, who was as tall and as curvy as I was appeared behind me and covered my face with a cloth. I refused to inhale the scent of the cloth. The man cursed at me and hit me on the back of my neck.
The room span before my eyes. I gathered all my strength to fight them. My father had taught me self-defense, but my body was exhausted from making love with Max the whole night.
“We had been looking everywhere for you,” the man said as the woman gagged my mouth. “And here you are living as a CEO’s slut.”
“What is this?” the woman asked as she reached for my ring. I clenched my hands into fists to keep her from taking the ring. The woman bit my hands until my grip weakened. She took the ring from my finger and said, “Happy birthday to me.”
The man ordered the woman to put the cloth in my mouth again. I was too dizzy to resist them. My eyes began to close and the next thing I remembered was being placed in a garbage bag. Max. Before my eyes could completely shut, I prayed for one moment to see him. To feel him. No matter how short,
Part II
Max
I withdrew my cock out of some woman’s pussy and released my cum on the sheets. I rolled away from her and grabbed a cigarette. The woman crawled next to me to cuddle, but I pushed her away from me. She frowned and lit a cigarette for herself. I walked to the bar and poured myself a shot of whiskey.
“I told you I have an IUD,” the woman said. “You can cum inside me if you want.”
“You’re not her,” I answered before drinking the whiskey. “Henry will take care of everything. Leave now.”
“Come on, Mr. Buttons,” the black-haired woman told me. “I can be your Larni as long as you want.”
I put off smoking my cigarette and grabbed the bottle of whiskey instead. “You can never be her,” I said before walking out to the veranda of my New York penthouse apartment.
No one can be like her. I thought before drinking from the bottle. I coughed hard when the hot alcohol stung my throat. Are you trying to stop me? Larni? Maddie? Whoever bitch you are? I thought in anger. I dropped on the outdoor couch and looked at the sky. Why was I looking to the heavens? That woman would not be in heaven. She must be in hell. Just as I should be.
It had been three years since that woman died, but I have not forgiven myself for her death. Bullshit. That woman wronged me more than I wronged her, but here I was - trying to kill myself with women and whiskey. Perhaps if I die, I would meet her in hell and make her pay.
Larni. She wanted me to call her that. All the people who loved her called her by that name. Another bullshit! That name was not hers. Maddie Morgan was also not her name. No one really knew who she was. A great impostor, that was who she was.
That woman was taken from this very room by a group of goons. My first suspect was Robert. He wanted revenge from me and he had the motive to take Larni or that woman from me. But, he was declared innocent after an investigation. The NYPD ruled out the theory of kidnapping for ransom as no one called me to pay any ransom. I did everything to search for that woman - to get her in my arms again, but we never found her until the news of a yacht exploding in Miami came.
A burnt body of a woman was found in the sea. It was beyond recognition and the only thing that could prove her identity was a diamond ring. The police traced the owner of the ring and they found me. I found Larni, Maddie - that woman and discovered everything about her.
The police identified the woman as Clara Malone, a woman involved in many illegal activities. Her modus was to seduce rich men and to extort money from them. She got involved with a hitman, who was also found burned in the yacht. The police theorized that Clara tried to double cross her group and wanted to stay with me. Hence, the group took revenge on her.
There goes the reason she did not want her picture to be taken. The reason she did not want to be in New York. The reason that I should have listened to her! She loved me and I will always believe it to be true. She wanted to be with me, but because I insisted on bringing her to New York. Because of my baseless fear. I lost her.
I have many reasons to hate her, but it did not erase the fact that she died because of me. My Larni.
“Mr. Buttons,” the woman called. She walked out to the porch wrapped in sheets.
The memory of the last night my Larni and I shared returned to me. The woman stood between my legs and dropped on her knees. I looked at her and tried to imagine her as that woman. I could not. She reached for my cock and put it inside her mouth. She smiled and said, “I want to be your Larni again. I just want this.”
I frowned at the woman and let her use my cock the way she wanted it. Fuck off, Larni. I thought angrily. I can live a life without you.
#
“Max!”
The world seemed to stop when I heard the voice. Larni. My heart jumped in joy. It had been three years but I still remembered how her voice sounded and how she would call my name. I walked around the lobby of the Sinclair building and found a little girl with black hair, tied in pigtails, with blue eyes and chubby cheeks. The little girl stopped and looked straight into my eyes. Little Larni. The child looked exactly like that woman.
The toddler smiled at me and ran back to her mother. “Maxine, I told you to stay with Mama,” the mother said.
The mother looked at me and her bright blue eyes widened upon seeing me. Her hair was also black and she was as tall as my Larni. She had shorter hair, but her face seemed to have undergone an operation. She was curvier than my Larni, too, especially on the breasts. Hers were
bigger - perhaps because of the milk. My cock twitched when the thought of tasting her milk with my mouth crossed my mind.
“Miss Larni Johnson,” Mica called the woman. She handed something to the woman and said, “Your flowers are absolute perfection.”
The woman did not answer, but kept looking at me. Mica smiled and said, “Mr. Buttons, you’re here. Mrs. Sinclair will be in the conference room in a few minutes.”
I ignored Mica and continued to stare at the woman. She smiled softly and carried her daughter out of the building. I blew a loud breath after she left. That woman had just made me forget how to breathe. No one had ever made me feel that way before. Not even Maddie. And to think that she was nothing like my Larni.
The woman had beautiful blue eyes that were as bright as Maddie’s, but her face was a little distorted. Parts of her jaw had dark scars that seemed to be from an operation or burns. It was obvious that she had an accident that ruined her face, but the restoration was poorly done.
“Who was that woman?” I asked Mica.
“Larni Johnson?” Mica replied. “Oh, she’s the new florist in the flower shop at the corner. She’s here to seek some help for her little girl.”
“Larni Johnson?” I repeated.
A strange heat burnt me when I heard her name. How can it be possible that she would have that name and have the hair and eyes as my Larni? Mica explained that Larni was in an accident a few years ago that put her in comatose. She gave birth to her child while in that state. A few months after giving birth, she woke up from her coma, but her baby had some complications because of her delicate pregnancy.
“Poor girl. She has a sick child to raise. Hence, she could not get a proper surgery for the restoration of her face,” Mica added.
“Not my problem,” I said in a cold tone and walked away from Mica.
The last thing I wanted in my life was to get involved with another Larni. I did not need a real Larni. I could pay any woman to become a Larni. I can even pay that woman to become…
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