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SEVENTY-EIGHT
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Walking through the aisle, Gemma's dress swept the floor. The dress had long sleeves, backless and shaped in an A-line style. Gemma had chosen a boho style for her wedding and her dress just matched perfectly. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun and for the perfect combination of bohemian wedding style, she wore a hippie style headband with flowers or a flower crown, she held in her hands fresh seasonal flowers matching her boho flower headband resting on her hair. She adored her neck with a slim diamond necklace, which wasn't too obvious. The wedding location was finally decided, taking a trip to Italy was the best decision Gemma made. Imagine a romantic park near an elegant villa, with this beautiful ceremony under the trees, a cocktail on a terrace with a breath-taking vista, inside a sumptuous garden enlightened by candles or a glass chandelier. Abram held her hands. Her beautiful sparkling eyes focused on the one man she was going to make hers for the rest of her life. H
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Isaac took her hands, helping her to the dance floor. A slow romantic music played in the background, and slowly she wrapped her hands around his neck, and his large hands around her waist. Her gaze caught his, and a smile graced both their lips. "I can't believe this" he said, Gemma blushed, wrapping her hands tighter around his neck, she rested her head on his chest, moving along to the soft music. His soft breath against her, makes her giggle. Just like that in his warm arms, she hoped she could stay like that forever. His hands gently caress her hair. And Isaac smelt just as he looked, so good. The dance lasted quite a long time, and soon after people began to join after giving them time to enjoy their first dance. Still silent, Gemma stayed in his arms, with her head blank and lost for words. She believed he was the same, his heart was racing but he couldn't say anything. She smiled, holding him tighter. Seemed to her, he tried to control his pounding heart. "Your hear
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"I need to speak with my mom," she said, breathlessly. "Yeah, change, we need to leave," he added. Gemma turned around, her eyes met Farah who stood beside a man, she still didn't have time to get to know Isaac's brother, Zach. His hair, the style and even his height. He must be the one he barely talks about, Farah's husband. She still didn't know how two brothers were once attracted to one woman."Hey, Gemma?" Abram called, interrupting her thoughts and her eyes shifted towards his direction."Oh, I was…" she cleared her throat, finding words, her hands in front of her, "I was..." Yet no words. "Congratulations," he said, cutting her short."Thank you," she smiled and darted towards Farah, "Are you okay?" Abram asked, trying to find what she had been staring at, "Yeah, I am, I was uh…" she spotted Richard from behind Abram's shoulder, "Hi Richard!" She smiled, waving at him, Abram turned back, and he walked towards them with a cocktail in his hands."When are you coming back to
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First day as Mrs Dale, the freshness of the morning came, Gemma and Isaac were still asleep. Although they had made plans but last night, they had fun. So much fun, that Gemma hadn't heard the alarm ringing.Now, the sound of Gemma's phone had interrupted her lovely dream, slowly bringing her back to reality, when she opened her eyes, she hurriedly closed them back due to the sunlight penetrating the room from the large window. She turned over and rested her hands on Isaac, inhaling the scent of the morning.Stretching her body, while her eyes still hurt from the bright room. She opened them back and shut them immediately, yawning wide. Gemma reached for her phone, and finally. The phone stopped vibrating, her eyes still closed.She quickly reached for the duvet and pulled it up for more warmth. Her hands searched for the uncomfortable thing stuck in her hair, she grabbed it and took off the veil on her hair.The room was quiet for a while except for the noise of their breathing and s
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They both sat at a restaurant, facing each other, Gemma continued with her phone and Isaac did the same. The restaurant was crowded with so many Italians. Gemma would take a peep at Isaac and wonder what he was doing with his phone. She was only on hers because he was on his first."Your order" a female interrupted, Gemma took her eyes off him, and focused on the lady, she gave her a quick smile as she placed the food on the table. "Thank you," she says, Isaac stared at her, watching her arrange the table. She immediately took out her fork and began to dig into her spaghetti.Not even taking a stare at him, she was famished, and had waited thirty minutes for this to arrive. Finally, it smelt so nice, and she couldn't even wait a minute to taste it. She paused when the first bite entered her mouth, soft, spicy, and saucy. She nodded in approval and continued."You might want to slow down," Isaac chuckled and looked around, she didn't mind and continued, "Gems," he called and took of a
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Phone rings! "Hello, Mom?" Gemma picks, watching from the terrace in a sweatshirt and pants. "Gems? How are you?" She dragged, sounding all cute and lovely. "Mom, I'm fine, have you returned to Seattle?" She asked. "Oh, yes, we got in a few minutes ago," she replied, Gemma nodded, staring at the beautiful rings on her finger. "Where's Isaac?" "Oh, he went to get some groceries" "That's nice, it's good" Gemma could feel her nodding from across the phone, Marbella could you sound like this, when she had something important to say? "Mom, I feel like you have something to say," Gemma said bluntly. "Huh? Not sure…" she defended, a moment of silence was issued and they both breathed on the phone. "You wanna spill, or I should know… hang up," she asked. "Abram and I, want a court wedding only, we don't want to celebrate, we just want to be registered as one" she rushed, Gemma remained silent, "You know, the baby is on his way and… and, Gemma?" She called. "Mom" she called
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"It's my vow to you, you're mine, mine to please and love," He stated and pushed into her, she gripped her lips covering her moans, Isaac took them off, "Moan for me, princess..." He continued deeper but slowly. "Isaac" she managed to say, his lips teasingly. She pushed her hair backwards, waiting for his lips against her. He leaned fucking deeper and harder, while he kissed her, burying his moan in her mouth. “Isaac, yes, please!" she ran her hands through his hair, hoping he wouldn't leave. she arched. He was hitting just the right spot, and she was so wet that he went in smoothly. "Ohhhh!" A wicked grin pulled at his pretty lips."You're going to wake the fucking whole neighbourhood," he said, Gemma ignored grabbing his hands beside her. "I'm," her eyes pleaded, her panting increased, her mouth opened but only moans came out. "Yes, baby," he asked, Gemma's hands left his arms to his shoulders."I'm coming!" Her legs shook, and she buried her head. She squirmed. he was too much
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"You okay?" Isaac asked, holding her hand as she got off the plane walking to the black Jaguar that waited for them. "Of course, I love the warm weather," she squeaked."Yeah, Gems, you would" He replied, Gemma narrowed her gaze at him, and he glared at her making her laugh. "What's funny?" He questioned. "Nothing, Sir" she shrugged, Isaac opened the car for her, returning her smile. "We should get something to eat," he offers, Gemma nodded as she strolled through her phone. "Are you listening?" He asked, she raised her gaze to him and nodded. Isaac cleared his throat, looking away. "Can't you prepare something nice?" She asked, placing her hands on his lap, Isaac fell silent. She blinked waiting for a response. "Isaac?" She scoffed, this man was petty. "That's childish!" She took her hands off him, "I didn't do this on purpose," she argued. He crossed his hands over her shoulders, pulling her closer. "I'm sorry," he said, kissing her cheek and laughing. Gemma rolled her eyes,
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