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Sleeping With The Enemy (The Conclusion)

Elena kissed Antonio. Placing her hand upon his cheek.

“I’m sorry my dear. You can not go where we are going. It’s for the best.” He said in a low tone.

His gaze shifted to view the associates as they forced Charlie Duran up and dragged him towards a large steel door.

With the press of a button, the large solidly constructed gate rumbled to life and retracted to reveal a lengthy corridor.

As Antonio turned to head for the tunnel, he stopped to face Elena and gave her final instructions. His ability to turn from passionate lover to stone cold businessman was uncanny.

“Get dressed. My men will take you home. Your suffering is over.”

Elena. The Maid. The Intern. Countless others. Their suffering at the hands of Charlie Duran would finally be over once and for all.

For all these years he had used power and prestigious exploits to dominate others at their expense and wellbeing; now the sins of the father had come home to roost.

With a final kiss, Antonio Geist departed from Elena and into the depths of the corridor.

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Sleeping With The Enemy (The Conclusion)

Elena kissed Antonio. Placing her hand upon his cheek.

“I’m sorry my dear. You can not go where we are going. It’s for the best.” He said in a low tone.

His gaze shifted to view the associates as they forced Charlie Duran up and dragged him towards a large steel door.

With the press of a button, the large solidly constructed gate rumbled to life and retracted to reveal a lengthy corridor.

As Antonio turned to head for the tunnel, he stopped to face Elena and gave her final instructions. His ability to turn from passionate lover to stone cold businessman was uncanny.

“Get dressed. My men will take you home. Your suffering is over.”

Elena. The Maid. The Intern. Countless others. Their suffering at the hands of Charlie Duran would finally be over once and for all.

For all these years he had used power and prestigious exploits to dominate others at their expense and wellbeing; now the sins of the father had come home to roost.

With a final kiss, Antonio Geist departed from Elena and into the depths of the corridor. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part IX)

Elena sauntered seductively into the room with an almost rehearsed sexy and modelesque strut. As she came into view, I could see the look of complete disbelief and horror on Charlie’s face.

Her green eyes pierced through him like daggers.

Her long dark hair flowed freely along her back, her voluptuous gymnast figure glad in an erotically enticing ensemble. A racy black lingerie bra and panty set with matching stockings which hugged her shapely legs and complimented her curvy hips and the sleek lines and curves of her lower body. Her high heels clicked across the floor as she passed between Charlie and myself.

She paused to face me, standing beside where I was seated resting her hand on my shoulder.

I reached up and smacked her on her shapely round buttocks.

“I must say. She’s really got the perfect ass.” I announced as my eyes fixated on her husband once again.

For once in his life, Charlie was speechless. He didn’t quite know what to do. His career was shattered. His image ruined and now what in his mind was his most prized possession, his trophy wife was siding with his adversary against him. He clenched his teeth in a forced grimace as he tried his best to control his emotions and conceal his ever-growing inner turmoil. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part VIII)

The lounge singer made her way down from the stage, the long flowing evening gown complimented by the stage lighting as she was met with roars of applause and satisfied onlookers. She moved through the crowd joined by Marco on her arm as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.

“The plan is already in motion, Duran is here we need to draw him to the point of no return.”

Marco pretended to be Sora’s bodyguard; escorting her through the crowd and ushering others aside as he walked her towards the table where Charlie and Elena Duran were seated. Charlie applauded as Sora approached his table.

“The lovely Ms. Sora.” He said.

“Mr. Charlie Duran.” She responded.

“Your reputation precedes you.”

“I’m a big fan.” He replied as his eyes looking her over.

Marco stood there at Sora’s side silently. He could tell by the look in Charlie’s eyes that he was mentally undressing Sora with his eyes. He struggled to keep his composure. Everything within Marco wanted to just shoot Duran right here; especially after everything that he had witnessed in that hotel room through the lens of a rifle scope and what he had captured on film to return to Geist with. He had wanted nothing more than to have taken the shot when he had the chance. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part VI)

“You went to see her didn’t you?” Marco inquired.

He sat at the large desk of the office, his feet propped up on the desktop. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, the cuffs unbuttoned along with the collar of his shirt. His right hand raised a glass of whiskey to his lips.

I didnt respond.

Marco laughed.

“Alright. Alright. I got it boss.”

I couldn’t help but smirk turning to face my Consigliere silently.

He could tell by the look on my face that the wheels in my head had been turning and there was more than met the eye to my recent visit to see Elena.

“Alright boss. You’ve got to fill me in on what’s going on.” He retorted, as the demeanor of his face changed.

I reached down and picked up a black canvas dufflebag. With a heave I tossed it upon the desk in front of him.

His demeanor turned to curiosity as he shifted his eyes from me to the bag that lay before him. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part V)

Elena lay peacefully on the patio of their Duran home. The cerulean blue bikini hugged her form as she bathed in the basking glow of the sun’s rays. Her green eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses as a brilliant straw Panama hat provided shade for her face. The mood was tranquil. The waters of the swimming pool was calm and inviting. An array of tropical birds sat amongst the palm trees which ran around the property.

She had always been a fan of nature even back in her native country.

She propped herself up on her elbows against the surface of the deck chair.

It had been several weeks since she had last seen Antonio Geist. She definitely found him attractive, and she would often catch herself thinking about him and the times that they had had sex.

Geist made love to her the way no man had ever done before which such raw power, passion and intensity. He almost instinct my knew how to bring out her inner most desires and he did it with such skill that it drove her wild. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part IV)

Allison Lake, better known by her stage name ‘Sora’ was a prominent lounge singer. A beautiful bombshell of a woman, her grandparents had fled from mainland China to the island of Formosa, when the Communists rose to power. Her grandfather was well known throughout Taiwan for his actions leading Nationalist troops in combat against the Imperial Japanese Army during the attempted conquest of East Asia.

Her mother left Taiwan after completing University. Her father was a journalist, a profession which took him around the globe and allowed for him to come across her mother. The two fell in love and they were married. The marriage produced one daughter, Allison.

In her younger years, Sora was very active. She ran track, performed gymnastics and practiced martial arts; but her primary love always was singing. She had always had exceptionally powerful vocals. Her mixed Asian features and sculpted body made her highly sought after among suitors. But behind the beautiful exterior, lay a determined woman of high value who would not hesitate to use her martial arts knowledge to subdue many a horny male who crossed her boundaries.

She began traveling as a lounge singer performing with big band groups before large audiences on the nightclub circuit. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part III)

Marco Jardines was Antonio Geist’s right hand. A loyal henchman, Jardines was Geist’s closest friend and most trusted advisor.

It was widely believed that he was second in command of Geist’s operation, and that nothing happened without Geist or Jardines’s approval. In other words, anything that happened; Jardines knew of it.

He was an elusive figure in his own right; a tall and handsome Latin lover appearance concealed a calculating and devious mind. Although not much information was available on Jardines, it was widely believed that he had originated in the Caribbean region; presumably Cuba. His bronzed figure was sculpted and powerful. He had the features of a film star and the physique of a male model. He was never seen without being well dressed.

Everywhere that Antonio Geist made an appearance, it was safe to assume that Marco Jardines was somewhere nearby.

As the shots rang out and Antonio Geist lay bleeding outside the theater, it was Marco Jardines who rushed to his aid. The assailant rushed off into the night in full sprint ducking and darting through panicking onlookers and pedestrians. In pursuit behind him were a pair of Geist’s associates guns drawn and on the hunt. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part II)

“That damn Geist.” Charlie snorted as he slammed his fist against his desk.

The impact of his fist against his desk shuffled a stack of manila folders containing varying degrees of information for the cases he was working. The main case he was pursuing: trying to apprehend Antonio Geist, who was world reknown by his aliases Tony the Ghost and Mr. Specter.

Geist had first come upon Charlie Duran’s radar when Charlie was just at the height of his career as a District Attorney.

According to all of the information which the Bureau had on him which in itself was scarce; was that Antonio Geist had moved around a lot in his life and became involved in international operations involving underworld connections to build a criminal empire. Little to nothing was known about his childhood or background, but what they did have was his arrest record and a long list of pending charges that they were unable to pin on him because of little to no direct evidence leading directly to him.

Duran’s eyes scanned the contents of the folder briefly. Read more »