Without a ban

Arthur

It’s incredible that I met Alex.

On the one hand I’m glad, but on the other hand I’m not. I didn’t want to see her. Not after turning Miss Goldon down when she tried to seduce me so spectacularly. And then I meet Alex, half undressed, in this stunning dress and all my will and patience goes to hell.

She was beautiful, her long hair always drove me crazy.

I wanted her, and she knew it perfectly well.

But I had to stop, all because of her sharp tongue.

My kisses and my hands, which were in the right places, turned her on, I could hear it in Alex’s confused breathing.

I had to stop, because I had to get ready for tonight.

As soon as I paid for my shopping and caught a cab, I headed straight to the motel.

Today would be my last day here.

Now all I have to do is shower, tidy myself up, and prepare the speech I’m going to compromise Alex with tonight at the presentation. I wish I had asked her who the prototypical hero of her new novel is. I’m beginning to guess, though.

I guess I’ll have to read the new book after all, but I’ll have to buy it to do so. Alex will hopefully autograph and kiss me on it, too, as she did on the book “The Killer Also Loves” just for me.

How can I hate her and want her just as wildly? This question worries not only her, but me as well. Maybe if I can get her the way I want her, and then trample her the way she did. Maybe only then will I be satisfied.

All right, enough thinking, let’s take action. I took off my clothes and went into the shower stall. My cock was too horny and I needed a release. In the years I had spent in prison, I had often had to do this with only one woman in front of me. It wasn’t hard to guess who she was.

Alexa

I was at Resibence Palace at 8:50 p. m., which meant that my presentation was just minutes away.

And I hadn’t even prepared my greeting yet.

Racks of hundreds of copies of my new book were in the corners of the main hall. On the left was the stage, which already had my table and chair, and on the right were a huge number of chairs to my fans and guests. Of course there wasn’t enough room for everyone.

There will be a buffet in the second room that everyone can go to when it’s all over.

Yes, I’m not just doing a presentation, I’m doing a gala event to entice and make new acquaintances with the elite.

“Alexa Nevish, good to see you,” Mr. Marty Dickens, the famous literary critic, addressed me as he stepped closer, holding several of my books in his hand.

I was not happy to see him, for he is a real bastard.

Several times he tried to declare my novels anti-social and immoral, because of the presence in them of scenes of violence, cruelty and sexually explicit scenes.

But I always write a warning in the annotation and the rating of 18 and 20.

Fortunately, his opinion was not listened to, no matter how hard he tried. Even in the press he tried to smear my name.

And I’m glad to see you’ – of course that was a lie.

“You couldn’t find a better venue for your evening, that you decided to give preference to the presentation of a talentless writer?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I now began to remember all his reviews and criticisms of me and my novels. But this one, topped it all.

“It’s just a nightmare! How can you read that? But most interestingly, the whole story of the imprisonment of a poor guy named Arthur and his unexpected release gives me pause for thought.

What if this was originally Ms. Nevish’s plan?

After all, the story made her novel an absolute, worldwide bestseller.

“You’re so kind to me, Alexa, as always. I just couldn’t get past it. It would be interesting to know what prompted the writing of this novel. I hope you’ll reveal that truth to us,” he answered, and I knew that starting tomorrow I’d have to read “a lot of nice things” about myself again. Okay, I don’t care what he thinks. The main thing is that Arthur did not come, because if he decides to talk, then Mr. Dickens will definitely have a reason to spoil my life. I hope Arthur’s smarter than that.

Okay, time to get started and tell Dickens to go to hell.

“Of course, all your questions will be answered, but now I have to start,” I answered him and went up to the stage.

There were a lot of people, but I didn’t see Arthur among them, though I searched for him with my eyes for a few minutes. Maybe he just decided to piss me off by telling me about his visit to the presentation today? Well, it’s even better, I thought, and started greeting my guests.

“Hello, I’m very happy to see you all today. It is an honor for me. Without you, there wouldn’t be any of this. The presentation of my new book, “The Fallen One” has already begun. Today I’m ready to answer all your questions, and listen to your suggestions, comments, and criticisms. And then there’s a buffet waiting for all of you, but that’s for later. Also, you all get a free copy of the book with my autograph,” after I was applauded, I sat down at my chair, waiting for the first questions.

Arthur

Here I am, at Alex’s presentation. I hope I didn’t miss anything important, since I was a little late.

Well, my appearance has not gone unnoticed and has already managed to make an impression. Some women were looking at me as if they wanted to lick a lollipop introducing me. When my gaze drifted to the stage, I saw Alex, of course that bitch decided to buy the dress I liked too much after all. But it’s not for this place, where men are looking at her, not wanting to buy books, but wanting only her.

“Tell me please, who is the main character in your new novel?” Asked her a question by a woman in her late forties.

Do these housewives read this too? – I thought to myself, waiting for Alex’s answer.

“He is a guy named Lucas, who became violent because he fell in love with the wrong girl.”

“How similar this guy is to me,” I thought, and waited impatiently for the next questions.

“Who was he in love with?” another question came in.

“He fell in love with his childhood friend, who unfortunately, did not reciprocate.”

Really?

“And then what happened?” the question again.

“She used him to achieve her goal.”

Well, now it was my turn to ask her questions.

“And then what happened?” I asked, and everyone turned sharply on me.

“She,” Alex started stammering when she realized I was here and had just asked the question.

“It’s him,” the gray-haired man suddenly shouted.

“Miss Nevish, it was foolish to invite him tonight,” he pronounced as he stepped closer to her.

“I didn’t invite him,” she replied.

“I came myself,” I decided to intervene, and approached Alex as well.

“I wonder if you want to share your success with Miss Nevish so much that you’re willing to get mixed up in a new story?”

What is he talking about?

“I don’t understand you,” I really didn’t understand his words.

” Are you sure about that? You look wonderful, by the way. Serving time in prison was worth it, wasn’t it?”

“You’re wondering about my time there?” I asked straight out, Alex was silent, she didn’t say a word.

“I’m sure you’ll be there again soon, and you’ll bring Miss Nevish with you.”

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” I shouted, and was about to strike, when suddenly the guard intervened.

“Mr. Dickens I have to escort you out, you’re behaving aggressively toward Miss Neves and her guests,” he grabbed Dickens by the arm and started to lead him toward the exit as he turned around and yelled at the top of his voice.

“I’ll prove it, I’ll prove it!”After that they threw him out and closed the doors behind him.

Alex was upset, and I felt sorry for her.

“You didn’t answer my question?” Instead of hugging her and trying to reassure her, I tried to force her to answer.

“They became sworn enemies,” she answered and looked at me.

“But there are erotic scenes in it, right? So they will have intimacy?” someone asked another question.

“Yes, but only when he forgives her and stops hating her,” she answered and looked into my eyes again.

“How will it end?” I asked her again.

“Everything will be fine, but they will have to go through a lot to get there.”

After her answer, I walked toward the exit, but suddenly I was called out.

“Mr. Clark.”

No, not Miss Goldon. But, unfortunately, it was her. She was wearing a bardy, tight-fitting dress with a cutout on her right leg and a closed neckline, and she had dark blue pumps on her feet.

“So that’s the woman you rejected my proposal for?”

“What are you talking about? There is no woman,” I lied to her, but I lied to myself first.

“Can you prove me wrong?” she wanted proof, but what proof?

“What do you want, Miss Goldon?” I asked her as she pressed her body against mine.

“You look so sexy in that suit, Arthur. Let me take it off you tonight,” she whispered against my lips.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, and.”

“I know it’s a great idea,” she interrupted and kissed me passionately.