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SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD :My fingers traced the intricate details of her face.. I've never seen such a beauty ever in my life. The moment I laid my eyes on her I knew I wanted her, but it would be no fun forcing her. I will make her walk into my trap on her own like a little mouse steeping on a mouse trapper in the greed of Cheese.
My cock was already rock hard just by looking at her picture. Gods, the things I will do when I get my Hands on you Valeria. I bet you'll taste even sweeter that I imagine.. I'm just waiting for the right moment.. Untill then Let me have some fun with your dear little friend.
She is not even closer to what you are..I wonder why you are friends with her in the first place. But still until I have you..We can go with this one.
VALERIA'S POV
VALENTINO MANSION :I looked at all of them wagging their tails left and right. In past few weeks I've grown very fond of the dogs. Their names were Viper (The Rottweiler),Fang and shadow (The Dobermans),Diablo(The German shepherd) and Snow (the White Husky).
They wiggled their tails happily as they surrounded me telling me to pet their heads. Gosh they are so opposite of their deadly looks,
Such babies these are. The main door opened and they all ran in that direction."Who the hell tied this Bows on them ?? They are supposed to scare people off-
"It was me.. I thought they would look cute"
"Actually you know what ? They do look nice keep them"
That's right. I tied pink bows to their tails and ears and they all seemed so happy about it. Rafel removed his coat and un did his cufflinks and that sole action was so hot that I almost melted right then and there.
Am I ovulating?
He Walks up to me and gently grabs me by waste pulling me against him. He rests his forehead on mine and exhales. I feel like we are long married couple and he is coming back home from a long exhaustinf day at work and just want to be in his Wife's arms.
God..The mere thoughts sent the butterflies in my stomach go wild. His lips brush against my forehead and then tip of my nose and then slowly on lips.
"Now this is a sight I could get used to everyday after work.."
"Me too.."
He Laughs a bit which sends tingling sensation in me and my heart flutters at the sound..
"You look a bit tense"
"Yeah..There are some important deals coming up"
I noded and placed a small kiss on his lips and told him to get fresh while I help the Maids to set up the dinner table. After dinner we were in the library sitting across eachother on the rocking chairs near the fire place..Gosh it's cold in here and the damp fragrance of book was nostalgic.
He was busy typing on his laptop, which rested on his lap, while I shamelessly ogled him from behind the rims of my book. The black turtleneck hugged his muscular chest and biceps perfectly, emphasizing every line.
His Greek-god-like face was illuminated by the screen, the glasses perched on his nose only adding to his allure. And gods... the scar at the corner of his lips made me want to trace my own lips over it, to kiss him-
"You done staring at me?" His voice interrupted my thoughts, still focused on his screen.
"I wasn't staring at you," I responded, perhaps a little too quickly.
He quirked an eyebrow and finally looked up. I instinctively leaned back in my chair, as if it could shield me from the heat of his gaze.
"What book are you reading?" he asked.
Huh... what book was this? Oh, crap.
"Uh... it's literature," I stammered.
"Literature?"
"Yeah..."
He paused, a small smirk playing on his lips before he spoke again. "The book's upside down."
Embarrassment flooded through me as I glanced down. The book was indeed upside down. I slammed it shut, burying my face under the warm, fuzzy blanket.
"A gentleman would never point that out," I mumbled.
"If you think I'm a gentleman, you're utterly wrong, sweetheart."
"Hey-wait a minute"
I pulled myself out of the blanket because I was struck with sudden questions. He probably knows everything about me..but me ?? I have no idea about him or his family or anything at all.
"I Just realised.. Where are your parents?"
He seemed a little taken back by my eyes but he closes his laptop and settles on the table beside.
"My mother passed away while giving birth to me and my father..I have no idea about him...He left my mother after getting her pregnant..My grandparents raised me until they too passed in last two years"
"I'm sorry..for your loss"
"I wasn't really a family person..until you"
The oxygen in my lungs evaporated in an instance while I stared at him and he stared me back with the same intensity.
"What..What do you mean"
"You make me want to have my own little family with you"
My tongue felt tied while I struggled to find words which were stuck in my throat.
"You don't mean it..."
"I do...You will be the mother of my children"
"What if I don't want to have children"
"That's completely upto you...Adoption is never out of options"
"I..I can never be a good mother..I'm selfish..I'm carless and moreover..I never never felt mother love that I could pass down my children"
"Baby.."
He motioned me to come over and I stood along with thr blanket and walked over to his chair and sat down between his legs. His arms wrapped around me from behind amd pulled me back against his chest his face in the crook of my neck.
"Mía Cará...that wasn't your fault..you were a kid who was helpless..But now you're a strong independent woman. You're my Woman. This is what I love about you..No matter what you never let people walk over you.."
I hugged the man right after he finished. He makes me feel secure..His Masculine energy is so strong that it makes my feminine thrive..I let my gaurd down everytime he is around.
I think...
I'm in love with him.
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SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVERRRR TO UPDATE. MY I'M CURRENTLY MENTALLY VERY DISTURBED TO THE POINT WHERE I CAN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT WRITING. IT TOOK ME 3 DAYS TO WRITE THIS ONE..
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