Red & Blue: A MFM Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “You better.”

  This right here… This is perfection. Happiness. And if I can have it, anyone can. Just make sure that if you want to go on a quest for a perfect man to stay away from Arsen Hawke… This man right here is mine, just mine. And I’m just his. And that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

  Happy endings—oh, yes, they are very real.

  Epilogue - Ashley

  “Hi, I’m Tricia Loomis with Good Morning Manhattan, and today I’m at the company headquarters of Hawkelane Media Inc. where we catch up with two of New York City’s most dynamic and successful couples, Arsen and Ashley Hawke,” the news reporter says, standing in the center of the product display room.

  Is it me, or is she being slightly condescending?

  I’m in the product display room today of Hawkelane Media because Arsen and I are being interviewed by the television show Good Morning Manhattan regarding the runaway success of a revamped adult entertainment company.

  Oh right, I may have forgotten to explain, this is one year after that evening at Del Frisco’s. In case you were wondering, my showing up actually was for the best. That’s right. I didn’t come in and ruin everything.

  Actually, Mr. Mozorov couldn’t have been more understanding about it. Once he understood that Simulated Pleasures was only profitable because of me, and that I was going away, he lost complete interest in the phone sex outfit. When he realized that a majority of the profits had been created because Arsen was calling me, he also began to shy away from the industry in general. But through it all he was a very charismatic and friendly old Russian man. It was kind of surreal actually, one moment listening to him as to how he was going to bankrupt hundreds of women into sexual slavery and the next moment hearing him tell us stories of his growing up in St. Petersburg during the age of Perestroika.

  But that was a year ago. Arsen and I were together. And back then, that was all that mattered. Its all that matters today, too. After that night where we were reunited, there was seriously at least a month or two where I wanted to be by his side every minute of the day. We had sex like five times a day until both of us were worn out.

  But once that period ended, Arsen looked at me one day as we lay in bed after having a marvelous afternoon lovemaking session. I was still breathing heavily with my face nestled on his chest when I felt him play with my hair and move my head slightly so he could look me in the eyes.

  “What do you think I should do with the last piece of Dad’s legacy?” he asked.

  I looked hard at him. “Well, have your reasons for selling it changed?”

  Arsen shrugged at me. “I used to feel that there was something wrong with openly hawking this stuff and that’s why Mom wasn’t around, even if she was dead,” he said. “But I get it now that this brings happiness to people’s lives. With my MBA, I could easily make Dad’s operation viable again,” he said.

  I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at him. This is the man that I had fallen in love with. “And with my Art History degree, I could handle most of the creative branding,” I told him.

  “You wouldn’t want to work the lines?” he asked me with a smirk.

  I used my free hand to tickle him. He squirmed, and I moved lower. Without realizing it, my free hand grabbed onto his cock, and I began to squeeze it.

  Within minutes, the idea of a reborn Hawke Media Group was being consummated quite noisily on that bed.

  “Mr. Hawke, your company has really blazed a trail forward in bringing adult oriented entertainment even more mainstream than it has ever been. Many people call you a visionary. Others call you a smut peddler like your father with fancier technology. What are your comments to them?” the reporter asks Arsen as the news camera points to him. I’m standing to the side, content to let Arsen take the interview.

  But he doesn’t listen to my directions.

  “I couldn’t have done it without the help of my wife, Ashley,” he says, gesturing towards me. I gasp as the news camera swivels and takes a picture of me. “She’s the one that had the idea for a FaceTime app for our services, a Skype app, and a Facebook Live daily feed. She’s really harnessed social media.”

  “Mrs. Hawke, any comments?” Tricia the reporter asks, looking at me. She’s looking triumphant. I don’t understand why she wants to make us uncomfortable.

  I’m frozen. I wasn’t expecting to be put on the spot.

  It’s true though on some level. Every time we had brainstorming sessions for what to do next, Arsen could execute like nothing else, but he came to rely on me for ideas. But I need to be honest, if it weren’t for his questioning, I would have never have gotten the juices flowing to come up with the idea. And before you start snickering, that’s mental juices, okay? Oh my God, talk about mind in the gutter.

  “It’s more of a back and forth between Arsen and I that results in some of the ideas that we have coming to me,” I tell the camera sweetly, belying my thumping heart at being on television for millions. “If he weren’t asking the right questions, I wouldn’t be coming up with the ideas.”

  “How did you come up with the idea to partner with Oculus Rift to provide on-demand virtual reality re-enactments of popular romance e-books?” Tricia asks.

  “Oh, that’s easy,” Arsen says and the camera swivels back to him. “We were in the shower together, and having some fun, when I said everyone should be so lucky to have someone so good at…” Arsen trails off as he realizes just what he’s done. Tricia has a wide smile on her face, with a gotcha grin. Arsen’s just embarrassed himself on live television. This is what reporters live for.

  But not if I can help it.

  Taking a deep breath and summoning every last bit of courage I have, I take several steps over to my husband. The man I married six months ago in a wedding that the New York Journal called ‘the Social Event of the Year’.

  I wrap my arm around Arsen’s and take my hand and move his face over to mine. He looks at me, and I smile at him. He see’s into my soul through my eyes – and I think he realizes that together, nothing can stop us.

  That’s when I look to the camera.

  “Arsen and I were having sex in the shower,” I say without any trace of embarrassment and I see Tricia the reporter gasp. “He was fucking me so good doggiestyle, when he said to me that if everyone had someone like me in their lives who could fuck so good then a lot of the problems in the world would be solved.”

  “Uh-uhm, right…” Tricia says, starting to visibly sweat.

  “That’s when I pulled out and got on my knees and began to suck him off,” I say to Tricia, making sure to look her directly in the eyes. “And I started saying what if we had a movie that went along with a dirty book. And then what if we could somehow take the step of creating that world one step further for people. And that’s how Naughty Realities was born. From shower sex.”

  Tricia is visibly sweating. She didn’t expect me to get this raw. It’s only 8 am on the East Coast. People are still getting up.

  “Although,” I say sweetly, giving the reporter a break. “If there’s anyone else in this world we rely on more than anything else, it’s Arsen’s lawyer and his beautiful wife and my good friend, Yasmine.”

  Gerard and Yasmine smile from where they’re seated at the couch. They’ve just been married a month ago. It shows in how close they sit and the fact that they can’t stop touching one another.

  The interview continues for a little bit longer, mainly with Gerard and Arsen answering questions on the business end. How the proliferation of high-tech phone sex has created a new industry in America. How readily accessible virtual erotic encounters have literally taken the fight out of ISIS when used successfully. And how the future looks for Hawkelane Media.

  “Things are looking up,” Arsen says, looking at me as he smiles.

  I look down. There’s a tent beginning to form in his trousers. I smile. Looking up indeed.

  Within minutes, the interview closes and Tricia and her cameraman are out the door.
Gerard and Yasmine follow soon after.

  Arsen and I eventually make our way to his office, where he closes the door as I pull myself into him and kiss him.

  I can feel my breasts mash against his hard body. I can feel his hands squeeze my ass and I gasp as a finger travels lightly over the opening to my pussy.

  Unfortunately, I’m going to have to leave you here. Don’t worry, I’m not kicking you out. You haven’t seen enough yet. There’s plenty more to come. Don’t you ever worry about that.

  There’s always more to cum.

  Goodbye From Arsen

  So, yeah, I guess I could go on and on about how we grew HawkeLane Media into one of the giant media conglomerates of the 21st Century. Or I could talk about the fucking nasty things that Ashley and I ended up doing. And you know what, most likely we will. Our story probably isn’t over yet. There’s still a whole lot of fucking she and I have to do, and I’m wondering what it would be like to double team her with someone. Do I know something you don’t? Absolutely. Am I going to tell you what it is? Absolutely not. You’re just going to need to follow this fucking story and this author for the next few weeks, because I think our MFM story is going to blow your mind. Maybe soak your panties. Get your pussy nice and wet, getting it ready to get fucked however you fucking want.

  Anyways, so how would you find out about shit like that? Well, for one thing, follow the author. Follow Alexis Angel on Amazon by going to her amazon page. You an email her at author.alexisangel@naughtyangelpublishing.com.

  Although if you really want the royal fucking treatment, go join her fucking newsletter and sign up for those giveaways. Seriously. Like $100 a week in shit just handed out to have fun.

  Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/csXC2P

  Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/author.alexisangel/

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  Oh yeah, you’re probably asking. Is this shameless self-promotion by the author?

  You fucking bet it is. And do I realize I’m being used to promote her? You fucking bet I do. You think I want her to change her mind and give me a 4 inch cock? And instead of an 8 pack maybe a beer keg? Fuck no, so because of that, let me just tell you if you liked me at all and want to read more, you will do this shit and follow Alexis Angel.

  Anyways, that’s all. Ashley’s lying in bed in this fucking small as shit negligee she got from Fredericks and I’m going to fuck the shit out of her. So unless you want to join us, then I have to go.

  Oh, and if you want to join us, just click here and you’ll get it soon.

  Another Goodbye From Alexis

  Hey babes!

  Amazon has a problem with Page Flip. If you’re hitting the end of this book, and it asks you to go back to the first page, then PLEASE DON’T. If you’re reading on Kindle Unlimited, none of the pages will get counted as a read.

  Even if it’s asking you to go to the beginning and review, please close the book at the page you end at after the story - there is a bonus book after this - and then review if you need to.

  The Page Flip issue seriously kills page reads for me, so I’m thanking you in advance!

  Love!

  Victoria xoxoxox

  Yet Another Goodbye From Ashley

  Wait, Arsen just went and talked like that to you?! I swear, sometimes I think that man grew up in a cave or something.

  After you went through 78,000 words and read about all that thrusting, sweating, grunting, uhmm…you get the picture.

  So this story is like, all about sex. It’s intensely sexual because our love is very sexual.

  So, uhh, thank you!

  Be sure to join Naughty Angels: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9

  Bye!

  Ashley Hawke

  My Naughty Angels

  I want to take a moment to thank a group of very special ladies in my life. Without them I would be nowhere so when I say I feel blessed to have them part of my life, I mean that this book would probably not be possible without the love and support that they give me.

  These ladies are my Naughty Angels. At the end of each night, I know I can fly back to the nest that we’ve created together. I’d like to take a moment to thank all of them individually.

  Ida Jolley: I just wanna hug Ida and bury my face in her and then sit with her and veg out drinking scotch and watching Jersey Shore lol. She’s got such a good heart and she says whatever she thinks that I always wake up and wonder with curiosity what Ida’s been up to. Love you babe.

  Joyce Walker: Joyce is the enforcer, lol. At first I was a bit scared of her because she has such a strong personality. But it comes from a place of love and nowadays I feel so safe and protected knowing that Joyce is behind me watching out for me. God bless this woman who makes me feel so comfortable and that I always know I can go run to if someone is mean to me.

  Lisa Boltiador: Is like my owl. I have more inside jokes with Lisa than I ever thought I would have with anyone. Just for Lisa, I’m going to say the following words. Anus. Buttocks. Owl. Old. Speculator. I can go days without talking to her, but like any sister, I can pick up again. Lisa is my brain in terms of the advice and wisdom she imparts - but she will always have a piece of my heart.

  Carla Roman: Carla is quiet, but when she speaks it is prescient, correct, and worth listening to. I know to myself that if Carla suggests I do something, that I should do it. I love Carla because she was there from the beginning, and I would give her anything she asked (or try), but she never presupposes to. Always caring. Always giving. Because Carla knows what she’s talking about, I always listen. If she didn’t she wouldn’t be saying it.

  Christine Raine Jalili: Is like a mini-Facebook by herself. When I’m tired she’s there for me. When I have questions on what to do and it needs a quick answer, I ask her. If I ever need to round up people, the first person I think of going to is Christine. I have very rarely seen someone who is such a harder worker or dives in as much as she does.

  Michele VonCannon: Need something to pick up your day? Need a conspirator to do something fun with? Maybe something racy to get you all tingly? Want to be naughty? Want a partner in crime? Michele is the one that I turn to. I’m sometimes not sure if we can do something or not - Michele will do it. I love her for the amount of…stuff she’s shared and how she makes our chats lively. I wanna call her CQ; but I’m not gonna tell you why.

  Kim Lubbers: Kim is a sweetheart. She’s quiet, but when she does say stuff it’s always helpful and sweet and funny and naughty and cute. I love Kim because she’s always solidly behind you. She doesn’t need a lot of words to express herself. You know just from her presence that she’s behind you. That she has your back. Its worth more than anything anyone will ever know and I’m grateful.

  Brittney Ketchum: This is my naughty girl! The one I can come to and share all the dirty things I do, think about, want to do, or whatever. Brittney is right there. I joke with her that we’re holding hands on a fast train to…well, never mind ;) But I love joking and talking and laughing and playing with Brittney. She’s so open and I can be so openly sexual - not having to worry about anything what society says.

  Cheryl Maddox: Knows me perhaps better than anyone else. Has brought me back from the brink in the past. I place my faith and my trust in this woman. She works entirely too hard as a PA dealing with 9 squacking girls in our group, but somehow she manages to keep us in line. Most people have a PA to post stuff or enter them in contests. Cheryl is too valuable for that. Her best contribution is her counsel. I will never do anything without asking her opinion. I think I used to be sad because I never had a sister in real life, but no longer since Cheryl found me so long ago.

  About the Author

  Alexis Angel writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is interested to know, and still very much looking for love.

  Her favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high heels, lipstick, perfume
, and the credit card award miles that she gets from buying all that.

  Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York City. She quickly decided that working for a faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card award miles to travel all over the world.

  Alexis is still single, in case you forgot from above. She spends winters in California, fall and spring in New York City, and summers in Europe. You can join her mailing list at http://eepurl.com/csXC2P or email her at author.alexisangel@gmail.com