Cold Hearted Princess

Chapter 5 I don’t care about her

Gideon

I watched the ceiling, gasping, while I could hear Gemma’s heavy breathing as well. We just had an incredibly satisfying sex. She knew very well what she had to do to make me feel in heaven. She was with me for approximately five years. I did not know how long exactly. I couldn’t care less.

I never loved a woman, never even wanted to. I just enjoyed my life, and Gemma could give me the biggest pleasure out of the numerous others I ever slept with.

Gemma was attractive; she had a beautifully shaped body; she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, big silicone tits, and I knew how much she loved me. I knew that she’d have done everything for me, and I liked that. I used that.

She turned on her side, and she hugged me, laying her head on my chest.

“That was fantastic. You really know what a woman needs.”

She laughed, so did I. I liked the way she tried to feed my ego to make me like her more.

I caressed her back and laughed too, but actually, this time, I felt sorry for her. I still haven’t got the courage to tell her I’m getting married on Saturday.

Probably she would freak out, and she would be angry with me, but she had to understand, I was doing this for her. I was doing this for her safety.

We had a huge conflict with an Italian don, and they killed two of my trusted ones already.

sent me a letter; they said I would pay for them with someone who I had close to

me I had to defend her even

a long conversation with him, he found a solution. He said he would buy a wife for me. I had to marry her, and make my marriage public. They wanted to take someone who was important to me. My father thought if they got to know a

women. But finally I agreed, as Gemma was innocent. She couldn’t pay for something that she had nothing to do with. And I couldn’t think of anything better,

her, after I talked to my father,

argument between us, but I kept reminding

search for people who sell women. When he found an agent in

young woman through our relationships, but I wanted a new one, who wasn’t on the market at all, so no one

fancy having sex with her, but to avoid this, I created a list of rules, so she couldn’t

when they used strong makeup and plastic surgery.

woman had to have a sexy and perfect appearance next to me. I didn’t want them to know how to cook or how to do housework. I didn’t even require them to be clever or

play that we were happy together, and when they wanted to harm me by her, they were free to take her, and they could do whatever they wanted to do with her. I wouldn’t hold them

today. My parents called me many times. They wanted me to ‌see her. But I didn’t care about her at all. I thought it would be enough to see her at the wedding. I chose a room for her in my house, which was

was sure I wouldn’t have to pay for a lot of years, so I agreed. They said she was doing some kind of sport, an

little guilty about taking a healthy, young virgin girl to be the victim. So I agreed. Probably, I didn’t need to pay

to make sure my wedding would be everywhere, in the news, in the newspapers, just to show her friends the Sullivan’s wealth. So even if I didn’t want to, I had to tell her. When I

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