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.

would pay for them with someone who

safe, I knew that. But my father warned me about Gemma. He needed to convince me I had to

take someone who was important to me. My father thought if they got to know a woman stole my heart for real, they would want the one who I

father. I thought Riccardo wouldn’t believe that at all. He knew me well. He knew I only used women. But finally I agreed,

caressed her back. Even if I wasn’t in love with her, after I talked to my father, I

argument between us, but I kept reminding myself this was

sell women. When he found an agent in one day,

through our relationships, but I wanted a new

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

and plastic surgery. The whorish look was

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 think. The only thing

I could 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

enough to see her at the wedding. I chose a room for her in my house, which was a pleasant room. I

I wouldn’t have to pay for a lot of years, so I agreed. They said

young virgin girl to be the victim. So I agreed. Probably,

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 was ready, after a long sigh,

I have to

looked at

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