Kidnapping the Wrong Bride
She was playing with fire.
And damn it, I couldn't say that I didn't want her too.
There she stood, beautiful and sexy as fuck in her thin, barely covering a fucking thing, nightie.
"You really are a virgin." He whispers in awe.
I don't think he meant to say that out loud, talking to himself more than to me. The fact that he had any doubt on my words should have pissed me off, but it didn't. So, instead of getting mad, I clench in return and moan.
"Please." I beg him.
---Gabriela: I just wanted to live a normal life. But that was taken away from me when my father demanded I marry a man I never met. Fate seems to have played another joke. The day we were to meet I end up being kidnapped by the rival Mafia gang. Just to find out I was the wrong kidnapped bride! But when Enzo Giordano came into play, I knew I didn't want to go back. I had been secretly in love with him since I was a little girl. If this was to be my chance to get him to finally notice me, then by all means I was going to do it. But will he want me too? I am not so sure.
