Hearts are like a piece of string, yarn, and fabric.

It's the start of a foundation. Essentially, without the heart, the remaining organs are left to fend for themselves. Nothing functions without the first building block. Along with the brain, there is network system for our body and send alerts to the rest of our organs. It's why the term 'using my head or my heart' is used by every generation.

Before tonight, I've always followed my head and went along with the rules God has established. Temptation comes in many forms. Mine just so happens to be in the shape of Mika, but I've always tried to keep a level head.

My heart fights to take reign, bend my mind to its will, but they bump against one another like bumper cars. Both are tempting. Both have their pros and cons. For the betterment of my relationship with God and my own sanity, I've fought over every single impulse I'd to completely fall into Mika's hand.

But I'm done.

My abstinence used to be something so important, so worthy, so vital, but I'm willing to throw everything away for Mika. Knots form a tidal wave in my stomach from the sheer anxiety inches from exploding.

It could be the most idiotic mistake I'll ever make in my lifetime, but love involves taking chances. Mika might be playing me like a fiddle, but I'll follow the tune to her song if all it means I can keep her for a bit longer. Taking a bite of the Mika apple is making me desperate.

My car has been racing circles around Diablo's Paraiso, the asphalt brewing like soup underneath my tears. The second my familia collected our products from our enemy, I push the gear to drive and came all the way here. It was an impulse, second nature, a calling. It's easy to question my actions, but I am tired of overthinking every single thing I do. Fuck that.

A bursting egg-yolk blends with the baby blue sky like a watercolor painting. White faint clouds spread like trees, branching around the sky and interconnecting with each other.

An imaginary claw grips my heart, tightening its hold to squeeze out every ounce of blood. The way Diablo's lottery system worked is pretty fucked up. Being the most enticing Angele alerts all the men or women to bid the highest wages to obtain the grand prize. Mika's bids aren't baby numbers.

They're what a normal American makes in fifty years. To me, it's nothing— a means to an end. However, betting on a V.I.P Angele is only valid for two hours a session, then it's back to the drawing board. Meaning after winning my first bid, Mika was back up for grabs to the other hungry, salivating, sickening clients.

My occupation interferes with my personal interest.

My job is the reason Mika could be in someone else's bed.

The car nearly skids across the black asphalt when a familiar figure exits the front door. She rips the hair tie from her head, causing her black curls to cascade down her back like water down a stream.

Bright cherry red splotches of paint mark her cheeks as she skips down the block with her AirPods in, and performs a funky dance. A wave of warmth washes over me as she twirls in circles, moving to the music flowing in her ears. It's an incredibly endearing sight to watch her let loose as if no one is in the room.

Breaking a sweat, I park the car and jump from my seat to run to the girl of my dreams. Her steps halt when I'm in front of her, standing upright with my arms wide open.

Her cheeks are warm with a pink tint as she plugs her AirPods back into their case. "You came all the way here to see me? It's almost six in the morning. Aren't you tired?"

A cheeky grin stretches across my face. "No, I'm happy to see you, Asiel?"

Mika's irises dart around the perimeter as the blush on her cheek intensifies. "I'm very happy to see you, Asiel. I never doubt you wouldn't be back. God always sends a guardian angel to his favorite saints."

A laugh ripples from my chest. "God doesn't have favorite saints. He values us all equally. However, tonight I swear I saw a figure on the balcony when I was seconds away from being shot. It put everything in perspective, and all I want is to spend my remaining time on this earth getting to know you," I protest as warmth washes over my body.

"I'm crazy about you, Mika. I'm not sure what it all means, but I want more than a friendship. I don't want to control your livelihood. You can fuck other guys, but I want to be the one you come home to and talk to."

An undetectable emotion sparks in her irises for a millisecond before returning to its normally blue cast flirtatious hue. Reluctantly, Mika takes a step forward about an arm's length away from me and flashes a brilliance, genuine smile. It nearly takes my breath away from how the sun illuminates on her light peachy skin and the way her dimples dig in her cheeks.

"What do you want us to be?" Mika asks, inching her arm forward until it brushes my fingertips.

The beat of my heart leaps through the ring of fire as I connect our fingertips, and yank her into my arms. My hand fit perfectly in the curve of her hips, recharging with the heat emitting from her skin. Nerves take authority over my body as sweat exits from my glands. My thoughts get intertwined like my tongue when saying the world's hardest tongue twister.

This could easily go in two directions.

If it goes the way I hope, I won't ever return to the man I am today.

Clearing my throat, I confess, "Life doesn't last forever, and I will not live in this bubble you manufactured. I want us to be committed to each other. Boyfriend and girlfriend. To experience life with you and strengthen together as a couple. I'll show you the wonders of life and how it feels to have someone so deeply engrossed by not only your beauty, but with your soul. Open yourself to me, Mika, and I promise I'll die before I ever let you regret it."

A cluster of club members exits through the doors, stumbling to their parked cars with narrow gazes. Time moves in snapshots as we stand, fully immersed in each other's gaze as the streets become busier. Her aquamarine eyes are sharper by the heavy, thick black cat liner traced on her eyelids. Mika is like a Rubik's club— it takes minutes, hours, and days to decipher it, but I'm determined to.

She tilts her head, hesitating as her teeth gnaw at her pretty pink lips. "You won't like everything about me."

Ignoring the painful smear of doubt within my chest, I curl my finger underneath her chin and tilt her face heavenward. "I don't have the authority to pass judgment on you. Your life is yours, and all I can offer is to listen to your stories. Listen to me. Nothing, and I fucking mean it, Mika. Nothing will change the way I feel about you."

Mika's cheeks are glowing, lips parted. "Do you want to come back to my place?"

I knew Mika enough to decode what she really meant.

My head shakes excitedly. "I would love to."

Mika breaks from our intimate position but keeps our fingers locked. Being a gentleman, I open the car door for Mika and grab the canvas in her arms. It's covered in plain cloth, hiding the artistic piece Mika has been working on.

By the time I'm in the driver's seat, Mika finished plugging in her address to the Hamptons. Her apartment complex is exclusive to the richest in the state and is extremely high maintenance. Anxiety rolls down my spine like balls going down a hill as I peek at the inexpensive gift I brought for Mika.

Is it going to be good enough to woo her?

As the clock strikes seven, I zoom through the empty cliffs, streets, and highways and Mika switches the station until a pop station appears. Her sexual facade curtain is wide open and exhibits a naive persona in her movements. Mika is curled into a ball with her knees pulled into her chest. She's playing with the ends of her hair by placing it over her puckered lips. My eyes kept lingering on her frame instead of the roads, wanting to keep memory snapshots of Mika. Hours drag like a walk in a desert when Mika and I are apart.

Is that normal?

A lever lifts after Mika states the ending digits of her security number, and she signals to take a left by the blossoming trees. The apartment complex is a modern style with steel-wide glass windows showcasing her black grand staircase. It's constructed in an obustely shaped rectangle with a flakey white and beige color scheme.

Multiple rows of steel bars branch at the corner of the building, allowing Mika to relax on her deck. The outside staircase leads to a contemporary ashy brown door with a luminous bedazzled sign reading Reina.

Upon opening the door, Mika drops her distressed, amber, lambskin leather coat onto the floor and her heels skid across her marble flooring to the bathroom. The showerhead turns on as a soothing, peaceful hum blends with the spraying water. The living room alone can fit over five-thousand individuals.

It has an L-shape couch with cushions long enough for our feet to rest on top. An orange-reddish flame moves like waves in a sea underneath the flat-screen tv. On the glass table are a collection of fashion magazines, a nail filer, pink glittery lip-gloss, an unfinished coffee mug with a lip-stain smooch mark on it, and a wooden frame picture.

His blonde hair is shaven covered by a bandana, his body is sleeker, younger in rusty, baggy clothing, incomparable to the riches he's accumulated today. Another unfamiliar girl with honey-brown hair in a rundown tracksuit is in between the both of them. An odd spark of jealousy sprouts like a blooming shrub in my chest at his relationship with Mika. It's a young Mika and Diablo, the sun illuminating on the whites of their teeth.

Her sun-kissed ginger curls are a mixture of jumble strands of yarn, and soft coil ringlets past her shoulders. It's almost as if they knew each other their whole lives. Fire spreads on the thriving weeds of jealousy, burning them to dark, roasted crumbs as I take in her smile. It's small, nonexistent, as if she didn't like being with him.

My attention is stolen by the bathroom door opening to a dream-like angelic Mika flaunting her perfect frame in a pearly-white babydoll, leaving very little to imagine. I'm mesmerized by the light pink specs on her nose and cheeks.

Her height shrinks from the loss of the stilettos on her feet. My heart pounds against my ribcage with ferocious strength, buzzing through my skin as if I took ecstasy. The brown paper bag in my hands nearly collapsed from my overwhelming nerves as I follow her into the bedroom.

From the anxiety overload, I blurt out, "How long have you known Diablo?"

Mika squeezes the water from her hair with the towel as her eyebrow arches. "Already starting to interrogate me? This isn't the way I planned to start our relationship."

Blood pours into my cheeks, overheating. "A relationship, huh... I really like the sound of that."

She bobs her head, nibbling on her bottom lip. "Me too."

My stomach spirals like intertwined vines as I grab her hand and tug her towards the mattress. The paper bag is the main barrier between us, crinkling from a single touch.

"There's something I want to give you."

Mika looks at me, serious. "What is it?"

My finger dips through the bag, and curls around the heart plastic shape gift. "When I was a little boy, I had everything probably too much. Name a toy, and I'd it. Christmas rolls by, and my parents ask for a list to send Santa. When a boy has been spoiled since birth, what is there more to ask for?"

She eyes me, warily. "I'm not sure I know where this is going."

I bite back a smile. "Since I was under the impression Santa could get anything, I asked for two devices that light up by a single tap. My mother wore the strangest face when she read it. Why would a kid want this? See, as a child, I'd been a hopeless romantic and was brought up on Disney movies. I wanted two — one for myself and the other for my significant other. "

Trembling, I pull the visible plastic device from the paper bag, the light bulb glowing through the translucent material. Mika's eyes are round like Puss in boots as her hands are open wide for it. Before handing it over, she tilts her head, questioning, and jabs her finger at it as if it could sting her. We're both startled, the light twinkling, giving our faces a yellowish hue.

"Sometimes life isn't always a walk through the meadow, and days can be tougher than others. The light is supposed to represent our bond, our promise to each other. That every burst of light means I can't get you out of my mind. So, if we are ever parted by the sea that every time the lights turn on, you remember, I'm still devoted to you."

The heart-shaped gadget flashes a blast of an apricot-orange tint, reflecting on her fresh moisture skin because of my touch. My way of saying, I'm always thinking about her and it's so fucking unhealthy, but I couldn't stop. As if I'm threading through life like a functioning alcoholic, getting my daily dose of Mika before finishing my task.

Mika holds onto the object, using the platform on the bottom to avoid flickering the light again. It's obvious why. The object is too personal, too invading, too intimate for a person so dissociated from her feelings. My heart is hanging on thin twine, bleeding out sentimental, heartfelt feelings for her. Mika is more reserved, making sure not to lead me on with the possibility of this working out.

Getting sex from Mika is effortless, a barricade to shield her heart from defrosting. If the light comes from her side, it will be her way of opening up, letting me in, and completely trusting me without prejudice, like a skydiver hurdling from an airplane. Hopefully, the day will come, but I also have to be ready for the contrary.

If making me fall for her has been her plan since day one...

Mika's tongue pokes from her mouth, darting over her pastel pink lips. "So, I'm going to be able to fuck other people? Does that mean I'll get the chance to fuck you?"

My lips curve into a sly smile with the apple of my cheeks flaming warm. "Eventually. Our relationship is important to me, and I want to ensure trust before becoming one with each other. Sex doesn't always have to be meaningless, Mika."

She tosses her head impassively. "Sex doesn't always have to have meaning, Asiel. Sometimes it's fun getting lost in the haze of a good fuck. You won't know until you try it, Muñeco."

Mika spreads her legs, revealing the ivory white thong, the thin material showing the outline of her pussy lips. Wetness soaks through the material as her finger slips between her thighs. She pulls her underwear to the side, rubbing her thumb between her lips and coating it with her wetness. Heat rushes to my groin, becoming rock hard against the zipper of my trousers.

It's breathtaking.

The way her chest rises when her finger glides against her clit, shivering from how sensitive it is. Her lips part, cheeks glowing red with lust. Her middle digit glistens with her arousal, and she slips it into my mouth, tasting her sweet, delicious dessert.

"Freefall into me, Muñeco," she whispers, low and seductive lace in her tone. "Life is a bummer when you are holding back. It's time to get a taste of the temptation God has been holding against you."

I spring from the bed. "Life is also full of risks, Mika."

Mika leaps to the balls of her feet, halting me from moving forward. Her nose meets the neckline of my pullover, her sweet strawberry scent becoming like a cloud of smoke. She sinks her gaze, nibbling on her lower lip as her palm cups my aching cock. Her touch wrecks havoc through my body like a hurricane.

She drops to her knee, glancing up at me in an innocent daze, but a glimmer of sinfulness. "Let me show you why life is worth the risks."

My chest rumbles from the shudder her touch causes, popping open the button and unzipping my pants until only my boxer is left. Once gone, my aching, painfully hard erection springs in front of her face, almost slapping her nose. It's such an erotic sight to see the way Mika eyes my clothed cock with hunger, lust, and desire.

"All you have to say is the magic words..."

Her hands are soft. They give me a floating on cloud-nine, melting feeling.

A sweet symphony lace with mind fucking tricks to sway me in a different direction. It's working, singing in my ears like Pied Piper's flute and telling me to let Mika devour me. What's the point of holding back when I'm so far gone? Do I earn anything from fulfilling my commitment to God? A ticket to heaven possible.

Heaven is overrated.

"I'm yours. I'll always be yours. To fuck, to use, to tease," I murmur, my head tilting back, my eye half-closed.

Light as a feather, she floats her fingertips across the bare head, wrenching an unwanted groan from deep in my chest. Mika loves it. Her eyes kept an innocent doe-eyed look as she presses soft kisses on my ball sack. She fits them both in her mouth, working my cock with her hand, making me groan like I'm being tormented. A noise vibrates in my chest when she takes them into her mouth, warm and mind-boggling. Heat flushes through me, knees buckling as I fall onto the bed.

She detaches her mouth. "Does it feel good, baby?"

"Ahhh," I moan.

Taking my sound effect as approval, she glides her tongue from my balls to the throbbing head, and my body jolts from an intensity. As if I'd been electrocuted to death and advanced to cloud nine. My head falls back as she swirls her tongue at the base, slurping it up like a good bowl of ramen.

My hooded eyes open, nearly combusting from the sight of my cock in Mika's mouth, barely fitting in her small mouth. She twitches and gags, slipping my dick from her watery mouth. "Fuck baby. I underestimated how big you are. I can barely fit him in my mouth."

"Gosh, I fucking love your mouth," I say, tracing my fingers over her parted lips.

My thighs are drenched in spit as she bobs her head up and down, her cheeks sunken in a hollow. It feels like I'm ice cream melting in the sun. A puddle of warm goo as I am being demolished by her perfect fucking mouth. She adds in her hands, thrusting up and down the part of my cock that can't fit in her mouth.

My mind travels to another dimension as if I'd taken shrooms, and the world is spinning like a carousel. I clutch at the bed, ripping up handfuls of sheets. Mika knows what she's doing, and it fucking shows. At the same time, she's filthy and sweet. Hitting the base of my cock against the back of her throat, gagging, eyes filled with tears as she repeats.

Removing her lips with a -pop-, she teases my cock, swirling her tongue on the sensitive tip, and I heave a breath, wanting more. All the rough, dirty, graceful way she was taking it before, but she's toying with me, playing with me until I'm in pieces.

"Mika, please," I groan, gnawing on my lip hard enough to split it open. "I need more. I want more."

She smirks, disobeying my request, but I couldn't stand it anymore. I grab her head with both hands, thrusting my cock deep into her mouth. Mika repeats her cycle, clutching the bottom half and using her mouth for the rest. My balls tighten, the tip of my head twitching as pleasure smears in my gut.

I grit my teeth, holding back the urge to come as I ravish in the way she takes my cock for a few more seconds. Then I go off. A deep, low groan thunder from my chest, thrusting upward one last time, my cock jam in her mouth and coating her tongue with my come. Her eyebrows are brunch together, mouth twitching as she slowly removes her mouth from my cock.

White thick liquid lingers on her tongue before she swallows it and opens her mouth to show the proof.

"You taste like how you look, Muñeco. Sweet and innocent."

She wipes her spit-filled chin with her hand and cleans it on the towel beside her.

My eyes are closed, coming down from that dangerous high, and I feel my dick twitch. It wants more, so much more, but I shouldn't. I meant what I said. I want my first time with Mika to be special. To be meaningful.

She jumps onto my sweaty chest, thumping her fingertips over my rising chest. "I left you speechless, huh? Don't worry, Asiel, we can go again if you want. I see how hard he is already, but let's eat breakfast first."

The corner of my lips tips to a full-grown grin, the happiest I've been in months. "Do you like chocolate-chip pancakes?"

"Not as much as I like your come."

A round of hands because our favorite couple is finally a couple!!! Woooo!! I don't think anyone is happier than Asiel. Are you guys happy for them??

Do you think Mika is being sincere or is she still trying to finish her plan? I wonder what you guys will say 🧐🧐I think that's the hardest thing to figure out...

Also, did you guys enjoy the spice? Asiel was such a mess for Mika! I love it! Mika is just so 🥵🥵like damn...

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