Her Diaspora Love (SLOW UPDATE)
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He groan in her ear "you do know how to drive a man crazy, mon amour" a shiver run through her body by his huskily voice. He smirk loving the way her body always responds to him which she thinks he does not know. "I I don't know wwhat you are talking about" she says in a whisper and she had to swallow to form words because she can feel his groin at her back, making her feel hot. He could barely hear her but he did.
"Sooner or later I'm going punish you until you are unable to walk, you better be prepared. My place at nine o'clock and oh I will send the driver to pick you up" he took a step back from her and arranged himself in his pants before leaving her room. He had to leave before he make love to her with her friends right down the stairs.
"Wow" she breath out loudly which she did know she was holding until he left. "I need me a drink and a shower. This man will be the death of me, damn my virgin self can't take it anymore. How long I'm I going to feel like I wet myself whenever comes he close to me" she looks down "girl you better get a grip on yourself, you're too proactive"
Even though he didn't say anything in particular about the punishment, it was still hot to get her wet just hearing it. She imagine what he has planned for tomorrow.
CAUTION
This is my first writing, may be amateur but I will try my best to make it as amazing as the story goes.
The story is not edited, there may be errors. Please do pardon me if any. It will not be a long story as it's my first.
The images are not mine, appreciations to the various sources that these images were taken from. All rights reserved go to the various sources.
The foreign language that will be used in the book or story is Asante Twi, commonly used language spoken in Ghana.
The chapters may not be long but will try to make it exciting and intriguing as much as possible.
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"I should be allowed." He says with gritted teeth. His voice filled with something. A thing a lot like desire that brings me back to crazy reality. A reality where we are tangled up against each other. "You should be al...-" A gasp escapes my mouth as he lifts me up or rather goes further low for me. His hands, back on my waist. Face buried in the crook of my neck, he inhales into my skin. Still inhaling he lets out a manly groan that I feel everywhere, in places I didn't know existed. The places that come to life because of him. "I should be allowed to touch you." He rasps in my neck. My back arches up and I close my eyes at his declaration. At his domination. At his intoxication. "You should be allowed to touch me." I insist. Brain empty. Because I can't think right now. He lifts his head up then, I notice his eyes have gone darker. His features have gone wilder. Representing an untamed animal in a way. ------------------------- Isabella Evans is your typical good girl who has a bit of a dark past. She's beautiful, kind, sweet, pure, innocent, naive, caring,...etc She always tries to see good in people. Gabriel William Hunter, CEO of Hunter Enterprises; is one of the most successful people around the world. Every girl in the city drools over him. Yet people say; ruthlessness, anger, arrogance are like his second names. But what if, Its all a cover up to his broken self? After all they also do say, don't judge a book by its cover right? What will happen when Isabella and Gabriel cross paths for the first time? WARNING: Story needs some MAJOR EDITING, so read it under your own risk. First few chapters are kinda crapy. PLEASE bear with me. But I swear that it gets better as you proceed into the story. HAPPY READING:)
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