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.

pay for them with

safe, I knew that. But my father warned me about Gemma. He needed to convince me I had to defend her even if I wasn’t in love with her, and

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 woman

thought Riccardo wouldn’t believe that at all. He knew me well. He knew I only used women. But finally I agreed, as Gemma was innocent. She couldn’t pay for something

her, after I talked to my father, I felt like she indeed deserved to be

I kept reminding myself this was all happening for

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

wanted a new one, who wasn’t on the market at all, so

be fancy having sex with her, but to avoid this, I created a list

strong makeup and plastic surgery. The whorish look was my favourite, when

to know how to cook or how to do housework.

we were happy together, and when they wanted to harm me by her, they

the wedding. I chose a room for her in my house, which was a pleasant room. I thought she deserved it. She would die innocently or worse, maybe they would keep her and they could

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

virgin girl to be the victim. So

mum was going to make sure my wedding would be everywhere, in the

have to

looked at me and