Gemma parked at Sarah's place, she rested her head in the white leather seat, and listened to Isaac whine about work and how much he missed her, she hadn't even gotten to tell him how much she did too, he had the past thirty minutes talking about everything and she had a smile as she listened to him. "And oh, I remembered we were supposed to go on days alone, Ah… I am so sorry, baby" he said, Gemma remained silent staring at her phone. She could tell how exhausted he was. "Gems?" He called. "Don't you think you need more than days? You sound so exhausted," she replied, Isaac sighed over the phone. "Yeah, I could spend the whole day with you, princess" He continued, she rolled her eyes, blushing her cheeks were probably hot and red. "I… I was wondering" she swallowed, trying to take Anita and Gira's advice. "Hm? What's that?" He asked, "Should I come over? You know, just a few days… I promise I won't be a distraction" she rushed, and tightened her lips, hoping he wouldn't reject
"I think I like England" she licked her lips, waiting for a reaction. "That's insane, Emma? Leaving us like that? What the heck are we supposed to do?" Lucy questioned, Sarah looked at her speechlessly."I don't know… honestly I think it's crazy, but I also love the fact we would be moving, not like I am going to leave a different life, but it's safe for my baby… especially Juan is free roaming Seattle" "That's understandable, I'm gonna miss you" Sarah said.Night crept and Gemma stepped into the dark apartment, she took off her coat and shoes, looking around, the place was totally dark and lonely, finally she turned on the light, and stepped down walking into the sitting room, all should feel was loneliness, opening the curtains, she looked through the floor to ceiling wall, staring at the city lights below her that were bright and shining through. The next day, Gemma arrives at Nita's studio in a yellow polo and Jean skirt, matched with a white sneakers, and a white coat over.
"So you're married?" She asked, Gemma breathed, and looked at her"I guess it's obvious," she said."That's lovely" she replied, Gemma smiled in return. Thirty minutes later, Gemma is done with the measurements, she sighs heading to her seat, when a huge man walks in beside him, Gira follows. "Emma?" Gira calls, Gemma looks at her, picking her phone up. "What's wrong?" She asked, sneaking a peep at her phone, when she saw Isaac's message.Isaac: Gems? Are you alright? Why can't I reach you? "Oh my goodness" she said with her mouth slightly opened "He's here for you" Gemma looks at Adina who couldn't stop staring. "Mrs Dale?" He called, Gemma sighed, "It's Mr Dale" he stated, handing her his phone, Gemma waved her phone to him, letting him know she would call him herself. "Alright" he says, hanging up. "Sorry to interrupt, but when is the party again?" Adina asked, Gemma got up and stepped out of the room. "Oh, Gemma you have a package" Anita said, Gemma walked past her, stepp
A car parked at Marbella's house, Gemma got down, still terrified she looked around, hoping they weren't followed. There she spots her mother running out of the house. "Oh my goodness, Gems" she says, opening her hands for a hug, Gemma takes off her black shades, hugging her. "Oh god, mom" she says, melting in her arms, the clouds were dark and the night was cold. "Come in," she pulls back, Gemma places her hand in her coat, following her into the house. As soon as the door closed, Gemma sighed and rushed to get a grip. "He's been following me, I'm scared mom" she said, Marbella helps her to the kitchen, and gives her a glass of water, she stands there watching her drink fast, and breathing hard. "He's stupid! What does he want from me? I think something is wrong with Juan, he wasn't like this, it's so scary" she complained, swallowing her breath and exhaling loudly as she spoke. "What was he like then?" Marbella asked, Gemma raised her gaze to her, speechless. "He wanted you th
Gemma arrived at Shena's hotel, Oman. Gemma stood at the front of the hotel, boldly had Shena's hotel written on it, she didn't think he had a hotel in Oman, he was frequent in the middle East, how could he not, Gemma chuckled impressed with the tall building at her front. She wondered how many floors it had, it was so tall. She turns back and finds Damon— Gemma's bodyguard, assigned by Isaac, (always handing his phone to her) taking out her bag, and she waits till he is done. Damon walks inside the hotel with her, following behind him, they approach the reception and she catches the eye of the receptionist in a black suit, and red hat, staring."Mr Dale?" Damon says, she looks at her computer. "And who are you?" She questioned, Gemma took her eyes off them, and continued to stare around, it was majestic and large, she loved the vintage touch it gave, she had always noticed that about Isaac. "Damon? Gemma?" He asked, not knowing what name he had set. "Damon, that's you?" She rai
Days in Oman had been lovely, it was like a honeymoon. Spending the day and night with the one who loves you, and whom you love.There were times, when it was just books, and him reading to her the novels she has picked out, and her paying close attention while she admired his sweet heavenly voice. Rainy dates, late-night drives, camping, movie dates, showers, and of course baking together. Isaac was a perfect cook and had taught her recipes. The conversations were getting so better, and warm and safe. There wasn't anything in the world she would trade those moments with.She focused on his hands on her body when they made love, his dirty whispers behind her ear, her legs over his shoulders caressed with gentleness, and the tiny forehead kiss he gives her before tucking his dick in her mouth. His hands fisted against her hair, her hands gripping the sheets when he fucked her from behind, his hands around her waist, and the moans and kisses against her skin. The food he made in the mo
Anita sighed, "Juan is getting married today," she said bluntly. Gemma slowly pulled her hands back, looking away. And then a tiny laugh escaped her mouth with words."No, he's not." It was the only thing she could say. When has he arranged everything Juan had told her weeks ago? How could he possibly get everything together?"I'm sorry, Gemma... I am," Anita said, having no idea why she was apologising, but Juan made her look like a fool. "He didn't call you?" She asked Juan was heartless, but she didn't ever think he would be this manipulative. *********** February afternoons were made to be like this. The sky, mid-afternoon, is a beautiful canvas graced with sky blues and pure milky whites and golden balls, shining down to earth. The blue in the depths beyond and the smooth, rounded, sugary sweet clouds in the foreground. Stained white wooden porches, green plastic lawn and park chairs and a yellow butterfly dancing above the steamy urban pavement
"Alice and I are getting married," He says. Gemma's smile faded, her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror, and her eyes went misty at the stabbing words. Gemma remained silent on the phone, but her breath increased and became shaky. She looked away from the mirror and raised her head, pushing back her tears, her hands brushing the tears rolling down her cheek. Gemma knew deep down he loved her so much and wouldn't let go. She didn't want to either. Juan meant the whole world to her. Gemma's eyes are wrinkled. "But we could still be together. I'm getting married, doesn't mean we won't be together," Juan said. Despite the breaking news, she felt him smile over the phone. She shut her eyes tightly, her face wrinkled, her mouth streaked and tightened together, and like a flash, tears rolled down her eyes. Gemma quickly trapped the wiping sound in the palm of her hand. She heard him giggle, he was happy, but she wasn't. It wasn't what she had planned. Maybe he would give up on t