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mahalia — sober.

MAYA BATTLED WITH her own self-will, sinking her bijou hands in places it should have never been; Ebén's trousers. He welcomed her grope with a single grab as she ripped his belt loose, jerking open his fly with her eyes waiting on him with scalding-hot lust. Her velvety drawl was inches from his skin, shutting up his rasping heart that couldn't deal with the tease.

He craved for more of her stroke.

I want you to fuck me.

He remembered the tinge in her voice as she blew out her declaration; finally heeding to her body's own plea that she wanted him in the same ways he did.

Her glazed brown skin had flared underneath the bathroom spotlights, she was no longer posted up with a man who didn't let her out of his sight.

At last.

They were about to.

She could steal whatever she wanted from him... in fact she already had. But Maya had sneakily played her cards so close to her chest, it was too late and Ebén didn't even notice her poker face.

And then she left, leaving him to nurse these blue balls that weren't bound to magically go away.

Fuck sake — Ebén personally lambasted the fully-fledged state of his penis for getting way too excited by the brief action of Maya's soft hands. His own stroke wasn't bound to be soft but he needed to release his pent up arousal... as he was determined not to irritate it further. His fingers began to slide down his veined shaft; his mouth croaking low-pitched laments as he felt his body tick.

"Oh... urgh fuck!" gritted Ebén, continuing to self-soothe himself by thinking of her. As he neared closer to the end, he pushed himself harder and harder until he violently came on his tiled bathroom floor.

He looked down at the white mess of lust that had stained his tip; hardly satisfied.

Whisky bunged his lungs up and had soaked his shirt. The bottle rim was lathered to his lips, making his way out of the bathroom where her carnage had left him... still sexually frustrated.

Even after he attended to the wound.

Her presence had made him evade the feeling of melancholy almost completely. It was something she was often guilty of doing; making him forget.

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Tokes were being smoked in the mouths of Ebén's guests who chased down the smoke billows with flutes of prosecco and bikinis was the attire, replacing it with being fully clothed.

A pre-Maya Ebén would have been enthralled at the catalogue of stupendous women at his disposal — wanting to will their way into his pants but his hunger was for something specific.

And only she would be able to satiate him.

"Happy birthday Ebén!" said one steamy heaux dressed in a black Gaultier monokini; sure to attract the attention of any man wanting to get his end wet.

"Thanks. You look... nice" Ebén said stiffly as her hands clobbered up to his chest. She assumed that because he had appraised her body with a look; he wanted the same things she evidently did.

"I bet that I would look even better with me... completely naked in your bed"

"You're not my type" Ebén slowly swallowed the glass tumbler of brandy that had been handed to him and was slowly trying to find an exit.

She continued to prod, "I don't have to be. I can be whoever you want me to be — "

Ebén got his wish but it wasn't the kind of exit he had been hoping for. Samuel hesitantly wandered over to the patch of the patio where they were standing, the read on his face was like he was scared of the two.

"Hey, Ebén?" he paused.

"What do you want?" Ebén answered offishly, not bothering to look up from his drink as he swirled his glass before he downed the rest.

His hawkish gaze peeled back a layer off of his face, "I'm looking for Maya. Have you seen her?"

Thinking about the state Maya decided to leave him in made him gulp down on his drink hard, "Why would I have... seen her?"

"It's your house?"

"Well, I haven't so... You 'betta find her first before someone else ends up beating you to it. Women like her rarely ever stay single for long"

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"CASH, GET THIS DOWN YOU!" Harrison Davis; a teammate of Ebén's, motioned the corked bottle of Ace of Spades to the birthday boy; but Ebén could do without the help. He fell languidly into his seat as a whole host of eyes began to observe the scale of his drunkenness. He wasn't drunk enough.

He was fine with his single draught of brandy.

A baffled laugh began to drip from Davis' tongue as he leant his right foot forward, "You straight?"

"Course. Why wouldn't I be?" Ebén radiated defensiveness as he lied; knowing that he was ready to swap this stench of testosterone for her scent of oxytocin. Somehow, Davis read through his apathy as he gripped the back of his neck, ribbing.

"Where is that date you were with?"

He didn't know where she was — Ebén reluctantly sighed to himself, wondering why fate had even cursed him with the knowledge of her. He had been somewhat content with his pool of girls that he had fucked. Maya was more than a challenge. She was like a Rubik that he couldn't crack. All she ever brought to him was trouble and he absolutely despised the fact that he couldn't make her want him.

His smug grin was well within Ebén's radius, "I don't know who you mean. I weren't with nobody"

Davis bore him a look of disbelief; knowing that Ebén wanted to keep the events of his steamy 'bathroom shack' a secret, firming that there was no woman but something spiked in his pants that said otherwise.

"Are you going to... sort that out?" coaxed Davis, eyes were now completely on his burning erection.

"Oh, for fuck sake" Ebén clenched a patch of his groin, irked off at the fact that his five minute stroke had made the man more restless.

His maniacal laughter sparked a chain of loud laughs as he began rubbing circles affectionately on his wife's knee, "Sound like she's got you bad, huh?"

Her whine had the tone of a large dose of pity, "Baby... leave him alone"

"She's not even... all that?" Ebén's lips bluffed; still clamping down on his groin that was badgered with the memory of her — capturing her every detail.

"Sherry!" Davis wolf-whistled out, "Come take the birthday boy whose in desperate need of some TLC"

She revelled in the loud whoops and boyish jeers, as out came a strawberry-blonde dressed in a sailor's outfit. She waltzed over with a face full of flirt.

"Want to get down and dirty with me, Cap'n?"

She bent low, her hands now firmly pressed on his bursting-big erect dick, like she was the catalyst.

"Depends on if you can take it" he said in a deep whisper but didn't want her to act on his threat.

Her arching smile then lit up, inferring that she could.

"You're welcome" Davis crowed, a glint rising through his eyes that he had gift wrapped his teammate with a birthday present that was sure to leave him moaning into the night.

Rhodes strode up to where they were seated as he threw Ebén's car keys on to his lap, finding that his boss was subject to very personal fan love, "I'm off the clock now, Boss"

"Where you been?"

Her lips sounded grotesque in the tunnel of his ear as she travelled from the top of his ear to behind it.

"I had to drop the girls home as Maya got really drunk" answered Rhodes, yanking off his earpiece.

"Get off" Ebén wasn't gentlemanly with the way he threw her off of him as he went to walk stride to stride with Rhodes, with the intention of not ending the night without at least some sort of parting gift.

"Who she?" Rhodes eyes were poked with interest.

"Some bird. So, she was with you?"

"Yeah, why? Is... somethin' wrong?"

Something was wrong — incredibly wrong. Ebén couldn't deal with his flying dart of hotness any longer and he certainly didn't enjoy being teased by a woman who had not intention of finishing.

His stutter was hardly convincing, "S-she's got a shirt of mine and I need it. Now"

Rhodes' sceptic glare was unmoved by his Boss' attempt to track down Maya with his eyebrows raised in an arch and his arms folded.

"With all due respect, it's just a shirt?"

It wasn't just a shirt, Ebén didn't want to grovel but he wanted to stand face to face with the woman who deserve her own, depraved punishment.

"It isn't. It's a shirt that I'm not ready to part with"

A clipped laugh escaped out of his mouth as what Ebén had said sounded as ludicrous as he thought it did, "I don't think it's a good idea to go and see her. She's — "

"Rhodes, I just want to go and grab my shirt. That's it. We won't stay, promise?"

"Aye."

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The road that led to her apartment was gritty and stacked together, leaving no space for any of these flats to stand alone. Ebén was awed that she actively had chosen to live in such a street; it didn't seem safe for a woman of her worth.

"Good luck," mumbled Rhodes but not in a tone that suggested that he had meant to wish Ebén luck.

He knew, and was abundantly sure, that Maya was bound to slam the door in his prick-ish face.

He clambered up to to slab-rock steps that had be scattered with cigarette butts and rang the buzzer, impatiently waiting for the door to open.

And, then it did.

"Hi, I'm Ebén" he cawed, "Is Maya there?"

The grating shriek of the pixie brunette stumbled him as the door was slammed in his face. He stood in close proximity to the closed door, confused and slightly offended. Another few seconds had passed and the door still hadn't been reopened yet. Defeated, he stepped back down the stone steps but her airy voice stopped him from walking and made him turn, "Hey?"

The state of her glossy brown curls weren't overly messy but it was clear, to Ebén, that she had spent time running her fingers through it. She rested her petite form against the battered door as she bit down on her bottom lip. She stood, dressed in a baggy Tupac Shakur t-shirt and white briefs.

Ebén prematurely noted that he had caught her at the right time where she wasn't likely to be as curt as she had been during the day.

He was wrong.

Her face stern with crimson-red.

"Did we forget something?"

A nervous chuckle that he couldn't contain fell on her rocky ground, "Sorry, what?"

He had been drawn into the shade of her hazel green eyes that he hadn't even listened to the words that she had spewed.

She miffed, speaking in the most abrupt manner as she crossed her arms and blocked his entry, "What are you even doing here?"

Her eyes were dark and watchful.

"I came to grab my shirt and I brought this bottle as a thank you... for coming tonight" he said, trailing off.

Her arms were locked underneath her armpits as she scowled harshly, "I don't drink, Ebén"

"You don't?"

She nodded a glum yes with her nimble fingers pressed on to the door hinge, ready to close it.

She laughed, loudly, causing him to pull back just a bit, "So you came all the way from Central to East to personally deliver the bottle?"

"Somethin' like that"

She wanted him to really dig deep and understand how moronic the whole thing was.

"I don't remember asking for a chauffeur?"

She lightly threw her head back as it rested on the door pane but his eyes had now wandered from her eyes and landed on her t-shirt. Fuck, she's so sexy — Ebén felt a body tick and just wanted to grab her and do his absolute worst to her body.

"Well, I'm offering my services"

Her slim face raged as she feigned a brief smile, trying to close her door in his face, "You're so chivalrous, aren't you?" There was something about her showering him with praise, even if sarcasm was policing her tone, that excited him.

"I'm a gentleman"

She scoffed lightly like she found the very thing too hard to believe.

The pixie-brunette had reappeared; holding a marker and an oiled-up Ebén photographed on the Armani September issue wanting it immortalised, "Sorry to interrupt... but can you sign this for me?"

"Blaze... I'm trying to get him to go away" Maya murmured with clenched teeth, as she drilled her indignant eyes at her friend.

Ebén watched the exchange; and was awash with relief that he wasn't the only one that was subject to her indignant eyes.

"Sure. So I make it out to you, Blaze?"

She squeaked, "Yes. Blaze Marie Thornton" He signed with his usual signature passing the issue and the pen marker back to her; her friend's face had lit up but Maya's was pressed in and overcome with impatience.

"Good night, then" he said, still burning.

She cocked her eyebrow, flicking her eyes at him as she mumbled seven words that he thought she would never say.

"I guess a night cap won't hurt"

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A/N: Any one screaming whilst reading this saying "Maya NOooOooOooooOoOoooo"

Or maybe it's just me lool.