Cold Hearted Princess

Chapter 52 Mrs. Sullivan

“That use that word, Alice.”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t sound good from your mouth.”

She made a fe

“Since when are you so good?”

“Since I got you.”

She smiled and shook her head. Then she kissed my lips lightly before she got up.

“Then I should get ready then.”

“Yes” I nodded.

“Aren’t you petting ready?” She asked me with a frown after leaving the bed.

“Alion, I bet I’ll be ready at the same time as you.”

“Why are you so sure about that?”

“Beovise you are a woman and I’m a man

She just shrugged her shoulders, then she walked to the door.

“See you soon.” She said without looking at me.

I smile while I turned on my back and watched the ceiling, still not believing what she’s done to me. I was in love for sure,

I had to admit that Seth was right. It was a good feeling

the future. I imagined how good it would be to

a while, I looked at the clock, and I thought it was better to

went down to the living room. She appeared soon. I could hear her high heels, how she walked down on

were no rules for her about what to wear, so I wondered what she chose for a night out. She didn’t disappoint me at all. When I

wore a teal blue Criss Cross the back dress. It had a short skirt, but it perfectly covered those parts that I wouldn’t want anyone to see but me. Her cleavage was sexy, but it still left something for

watching her. It took all my power to come out of my think about going out instead

walled to

do I look?”

first seriously, then I smiled

“Not bad, not bad.”

and tiptoed so give a light kas on my lips. I was certain she

“Thank you”

daze, and

drove to the club. I wanted to lead her in at the main entrance, to let them know my wife, who they got to protect

and I held her waist. She

looked at us with a little surprise, but I

Me

Sullivan, If I’m

smirked and

she showed us was only acting. That

caught a glance. That was Gemma. At our table with her friend. Her eyes stuck on us.

that

asked Dave to stay at the door, just in

quiet. The loud music

to your husband’s

her while she looked around, walking in. She walked to my desk and sat on it, supporting

come?” asked me, which made me smile. Clever, I thought, but she looked at me weirdly, while she held

I I approached her to take the envelope. That was my dad’s writing. I opened it. A few pictures were in it and a message. They took the pictures of Gemma while she was dancing intimately with one

night they broke into one of our stores. We lost a