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GEMMA AND ISSAC'S CONVERSATION "Is my mom sick?" She asked, Issac gulped, slowing down. He would have hit the brake but could have made it suspicious. He tightened his grip on the steering. She wasn't sick. it was just bad news for Gemma right now. "Gemma, you should really stop worrying. She said she's fine... Who am I to know?" "Then what did you and Abram discuss?" She asked I told you, he asked me to take care of you..." He says. "Fine... That's all right? You ain't lying?" Gemma asked, Issac managed to plaster an awkward smile, he was mendacious at the moment, but he didn't have a right to break the news to her, he didn't hesitate to fake a smile. Abrams shouldn't have told him. He regretted having to lie to her. "That's all," he says, Gemma leaned forward, staring and smiling at him. Her eyes were filled with excitement. NOW. "I'm pregnant," Marbella says, a glint of shock flashing through Gemma's face. She wrinkled her eyebrows stupefied by her words. "Abram
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"You have pretty eyes," he commented. The world stopped, and time stopped. Her bright eyes flickered in the darkness, 'What in the world was she?' he thought to himself. Although he didn’t know her but he felt an intense emotion rise in him, making him surrender completely to her. His gaze fell to her lips, and his heart twitched at the sight of them, anxiously he shifted his gaze back to her eyes, she was beautiful, her eyes were captivating, it was something he had never seen, he felt the heat rise in his chest and his heart beat louder than ever she could possibly have heard it? He questioned. How could one lady be so beautiful? he asked himself. With all the princesses he had been with, no one measured up to her beauty. Her fair, silky, and smooth skin amazed him he assumed they could have been soft. Aiden wanted to touch them, and he then raised his hands slowly, touching her cheek slightly, Liviana quivered under his touched." In the dark room, the stage light focused on Marb
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Issac turned her over, and his fingertips dug into the flesh of her hips. "You feel so fucking good!" He praised.That praise flowed through her, lighting her up. For a moment, she took control, pushing her ass back on him, so hungry for more.He lauded her with his touch, ghosting over her nipples and caressing her throat, sitting her back on the bed. “Keep them behind you,” he says, referring to her arms."Yes," Oh, god, yes, use me, wreck me. Make me no good for anyone else, she wanted to scream so loud. He pumped his hips, his sounds were so sexy. The pair of them soon fell into a rhythm until he fisted her hair, pulling her back. She gazed up to the ceiling, "Oh lord!" She let out, he was commanding, Gemma couldn't deny that she loved being used by him. “There you go, fuck me, baby." She breathed loud, "Fuck me Issac!" He smirked at the sound of his name.The sexiness of gravel in his voice made her moan. Breaths danced across his lips, teasing her ear. He pinched her nipples
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"No, that I am so happy" Gemma intoned. After a long phone call, Gemma sat at the balcony for a while, from the closed glass she could tell today was going to be freezing. She took her phone and turned on a nice playlists, she was happy and that what matter the most. Gemma took her toothbrush and placed a lot of paste, she moved her waist to the sound of the slow music, Lovers by Anna of the north, she wasn't her favorite artist but this was the first on her playlist. After a warm bathe, Gemma stepped out of the room in shorts and a large t-shirt, she froze as she heard noises. She slowly stepped into the kitchen and found an elderly lady washing the dishes of last night. She suddenly remembered Isaac mentioning Miss Tracy... "Don't worry about it, Miss Tracy would handle it" Gemma froze, she looked around the house for Miss Tracy, it's been two hours since she got here and she hadn't seen any Miss Tracy. "Who? Who's that?" "Ah, Tracy? She comes and goes after cleanin
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"What do you think?" Anita asked, the man who watched Gemma from a far. "She's pretty good... Her skin suits the concept, " he nodded. "Is something wrong?" Anita asked, seeing his eyes wrinkled. She noticed he thought about something else. "Her photos last year seemed dull. She looks like a much happier person now..." Anita raised her brows confused. Was she saying she should become sad? "I don't understand Mr brown" He turned over and looked at her. "Her skin tends to glow and fit the concept," "Oh," Anita looked towards Gemma, "I think you should change the colour of the lipstick... Doesn't suit her, " He says, heading back to his seat. "Sure..." Anita searched for Gira, and when she didn't see her, she proceeded to yell her name. "I am here!" She signified, stepping out of the curtain. "Change her lipstick!" Anita tells Gira," Look behind her to where Gemma was standing "Why? That colour suit her, " Gira says, laughing. Anita looked at the young man who sa
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Tears rolled down Gemma's eyes, and she sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Gemma, are you okay?" Lucy asked. There was a moment of silence, Lucy and Sarah sat staring at her, waiting for the next thing she was about to say, Gemma took out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes, she then looked at them, her eyes crinkled smiling brightly. "Yeah, I am perfectly fine... I am just happy for her, you know, I wanted to tell you all... Haven't been able to express my thoughts, " she says, Lucy and Sarah sighed in relief, "beer, please!" She continued to yell. Gemma looked back at them and shrugged. "I suspect they can't hear me," she says, searching her bag for her phone. Issac would have called, and she didn't want to miss that. Lucy and Sarah looked at themselves. With a wry smile, she looked at them and returned the smile. "Ain't you going to drink Sarah?" Gemma asked. Seeing how she stared at her glass of water, she had some little healthy food on her table. "Oh no, I can't... breastfe
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It was morning again. Gemma's eyes opened to the bright warm room. She looked around, sighed and closed her eyes, realising she was in their bedroom. "Good morning," she heard a voice, Gemma's eyes popped open again, and she saw Isaac showering. Didn't he say good morning?' she asked herself. Gemma slowly got up and looked beside the table. He left a bottle of water for her. "Isaac?" She held her aching head for a while. She sat down, staring at the bed, and then followed him. He didn't look so happy, and she could see that. Gemma took the blankets off, heading to the bathroom. She stopped as soon as she entered the bathroom. Isaac's naked body made her slug while watching drops of water fall from his dark hair, trailing across his creamy skin and outlining those abs. "I have a meeting," he said coldly. His voice pulled her out of her nasty thoughts. Gemma shifted her gaze and licked her lips. "I..." She could bring herself to speak. Her mouth opened for a while, searching
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Hours later, Gemma stepped out of the room fully dressed. Isaac sat by the dining room, waiting for her. "Did you prepare this?" She asked. Isaac shook his head, "Tracy did," he says; Gemma sighed. She had expected him to prepay something, she loved his food, and he was supposed to be a chef. "Oh... Okay, " she replied, a little disappointed. She smiled at the beautiful pasta sitting in front of her. It looked so yummy, perfectly arranged with care and love, and the aroma made her mouth water. That wasn't Tracy. She looked at him. "What?" He smirked in a silly way. "You prepared this," she says. Isaac wiped his mouth and laughed. "Why?" He replied. Gemma rolled her eyes. She could tell his cooking by just the smell and look. She gulped as her mouth was full of saliva. "I..." She paused. She hadn't tasted Tracy's food. There was a possibility it was hers. She looked at Isaac, and tasting was the only way. "You're right, and I prepared it..." He laughed, seeing her taste
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