<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qz4NmBMq6Mw/Vo-5-pLBPiI/AAAAAAABJsg/g7Fc9Dc72n0/s640/agua-de-coco-1511-04.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I revved the engine. <br/><br/>Inside a garage. <br/><br/>With no one else around. <br/><br/>Yep, I was that guy. The arsehole that walks into a place and won't stop until the voice inside his head said, "Oh for fuck's sake, that's enough, you own it now." <br/><br/>There were, of course, nicer ways to accommodate that character flaw. But none of them put a cocksure smirk on my face. The kind she liked. <br/><br/>I turn to her, and unsurprisingly she has an exasperated look on her face, although there is also a hint of amusement. <br/><br/>"What?" I ask innocently.<br/><br/>Everything about them screamed whirlwind romance. A spoiled brat who has so many toys that he can't help but grow tired of them and a sexy goddess who knew if she wanted she could have the entire world in the palm of her hand. <br/><br/>I'd met her at a party and try as I might I couldn't get her fucking get her to come home with me, which was all the more annoying because the whole thing was happening at my place. We'd flirted and teased and tortured each other all up until the point she picked up her coat and left, whispering a terrible little promise in my ear. "Good luck sleeping tonight."<br/><br/>Men are appallingly simple creatures. We needed food, sex and an obsession. And this woman who I never knew existed until the night she basically had me dancing to her tunes hit all three boxes. I had to have her. <br/><br/>This is the part where it pays to be an obscenely rich bastard with connections all over the country. And funnily enough all of it had been the result of my voracious sexual appetite. <br/></div><div class="floatleft">(http://detox-inform.narod.ru/images/150/1-69122.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thanks to God-given and later carefully-sculpted surfer-boy looks, I could get into places bursting with information. By the time I was 18, I had slept with the wives of every mob boss in the city, and had access to secret hideouts, bank details and ghost drives replete with evidence of illegal activity. Without anyone ever realising, I had become the San Fernando Valley's King Pin. One who valued anonymity. Even now, five years after my rise to the top, people thought Marlon Fontana was nothing more than a good lay. <br/><br/>It didn't take long for me to find out who she was and then infect her with possibility. Every time we went out, I showed her a glimpse of a life that was close to a dream. Together, we had the power to go anywhere, be anything. Thankfully both of us had the good sense to be ourselves, just amplified. <br/><br/>Like now, for example, we were planning a road trip to Vegas but the Boss needed a tiny bit of tinkering first.<br/><br/>And so here we were and the only other soul besides us was bent over the hood of a Camaro. It was like <del>God</del> The Devil was tempting me. <br/><br/>I tossed a knowing little look to my partner in crime and stepped out of the car. "Hey lady. Where's your boss? I got something I need him to look at. Though how he'll ever manage to do it with you standing like that will always stay a mystery to me..." <br/><br/>It only seemed appropriate that I spank her arse after that. So I did. </div>