FIFTY TWO

Mara Sinclair was not a woman to be trifled and she made sure that everyone she worked with knew that. The only person who was actually aware of how soft she was, was her friend and newly wed Elizabeth Rodrigues. Mara was bridesmaid at her wedding and she could swear that it was the best she had ever attended, her friend glowed and shimmered all through and her eyes teared up at the sight. You could feel love in the air, dancing around the couple; a kind of love that had overcome from plenty struggles and difficulties, waxing strong between them.

“They look beautiful, don’t they?” Lucien has whispered in her ear; he was best man and the groom’s brother.

“Yes, they do look beautiful.” She concurred, blinking her eyes so her tears did not come.

“You also look very beautiful in that dress, the high slit is very err… provocative.” He said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Keep your dick inside your trousers, gigolo.” She told him, rolling her eyes.

Granted she and he had had sex about twi