"I want your lips against mine Izabella."
se·cret
/ˈsēkrit/
noun
plural noun: secrets
something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others.
When a married man feel sexually attracted to his assistant, he's has nothing else better t...
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"What do you actually want in life?" Vincent asked me as I was laying my head on his lap.
"What do you mean?" I ask confused on his question or what he is aiming for.
"I'm asking you what kind of house do you want or kids, your dream job- your dream life is what I'm trying to say." He said making me look up but I looked back down to think.
"I never thought about it." I said frowning.
"Mmh." He said
"You?" I asked him while he frowned biting his bottom lip.
"Same here." He said making me nod but I had jumped off the couch from the knock that came from the door.
Who will come? Well it been a couple days from the fight.
Vincent was confused also and annoyed on who will come and had got up from the seat and walked over toward the door opening it.
I walked over towards him by his side to see him mom with a sad expression on her face with gifts in her hand.
"Mom?" Vincent asked.
"I came here to say that I was a bitch towards you and Izabella and I shouldn't have invaded your privacy life. Your father told me that you were being a asshole towards Tiana and I had thought y'all were in love and it was the completely opposite so im sorry. As for you Izabella take this please because I feel bad. For you Vincent, thank you for telling me what your father did and take this." His mom said apologizing giving Vincent gifts and me also.
"I forgive you Mrs.Vein." I said making Vincent nod knowing He forgave her also.
His mom talked to us and later then she left.
"Ok, since she's gone- can we go now? I wanna take you somewhere!" He said inpatient.
"Where are we going and I don't have any clothes?" I said making him shake his head no.
"I'm not telling you but you do have clothes I just never really give them to you because I like mine on you." He said making roll my eyes.
I opened the closet door and fuck this guy rich. Heels, sneakers, jean's,shirts and dresses. More and more.
I decided to pick out something causal, light blue jeans? I guess you can say and with a white strapped shirt.
A/N: I really need to start detailing more about the clothing, Pinterest is good but then the scenario I don't want her to wear what I find on Pinterest sometimes bc we'll idfk you get it tho? Right?
I walked downstairs to see that Vincent was now in some dark jeans with a white t shirt on.
Oh wow? He has no more suits? I'm impressed.
That was rude I need to stop.
"You look Bella." He said caressing my cheek,and not the down cheeks the up cheek.
