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

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

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 woman

me well. He knew I only used women. But finally

with her, after I talked to my father, I

but I kept reminding myself this

asked my dad to search for people who sell women. When he

buy a young woman through our relationships, but I wanted a new one,

fancy having sex with her, but to avoid this, I

plastic surgery. The whorish look was my

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 that

my wife. 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

at all. I thought it would be enough to see her at the wedding. I chose a room for her in

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

girl to be the victim.

everywhere, in the news, in the newspapers, just to show

I have to tell

looked at me