Andre didn’t say another word. He simply raised a single eyebrow and turned around, leaving the room and the angry expressions that stared at his departure.Sabrina glared at the door as if it were her enemy, as William shut it quietly, blocking out the curious eyes of those who watched from the corridor. She couldn’t believe any of this had just happened. She was the one who planned on breaking up with him. She even anticipated and prepared for an argument, but never once did she consider his breaking off their engagement. He was the one who had cheated on her, he was the one trying to change her into something she wasn’t, and yet there she stood, feeling guilty for wanting something better for herself. He insulted her family, her virtue - what there was of it - and even accused her of being lower class, simply because she came from honest, hardworking parents.“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” Nana said, taking Grace to her mother.“Are you alright?” Giovanni asked softly as the room
Creighton turned to her and frowned, slowly looking down her body then back up to her beautiful green eyes.“Is it that time already?” he asked, feeling slightly cheated with the lack of hours before she began bleeding.“No, and it won’t be for a while,” she assured him with a smile.“How long is a while? Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I don’t care if you’re bleeding or not, but I know it bothers you.”“Stop worrying. You have about thirty-two weeks, so take your time.” Creighton’s smile returned as he leaned over her, sucking her nipple into his mouth to prepare it for the clamps. Thirty-two weeks, that would give them plenty of time to…then he paused and looked up into the eyes that watched him.“Are you saying…”“Number three will be here in the spring, which leaves plenty of time for you to enjoy the kinkier side of life.”“When were you going to tell me?” he scolded, scooting further on the bed, his hand resting gently on her lower abdomen.“I just did,” she answered. “The
Creighton sighed as he unfastened her wrists and rolled her over, lying down next to her. Without instructing her, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with her legs. The hard shaft of his penis pulsated against her moist body as she wrapped her fingers around it and pressed it against the opening of her vagina. One push and he was sheathed inside her, heat surrounding him like a glove.Creighton knew he couldn’t keep tormenting her beautiful body without causing himself pain, but it was a game he had enjoyed playing and mentally promised himself he would do again.As the walls of her vagina tightened around him, he knew it was only moments before she came, and he wanted to make it a good one for her. He pulled her down across him and covered her mouth with his, as his fingers found the end of the string holding the beads in place. Slowly, he removed the first two beads, feeling her muscles tighten with each one. Then as her body began to convulse with her impending release
Giovanni snapped picture after picture of Sabrina as she cuddled close to Olivia on the back of a white horse with a pink and blue saddle. He had spent the morning consciously giving the two females in his life, time to get to know each other and watched as they rode the carousel, their horse going up and down on the golden pole. Sabrina pointed out Giovanni to his daughter every time they passed him and smiled as she squealed cheerfully with the action of the horse. The music played on and she found her anger and frustrations far from her mind, washed away by a small child who clung to her, giggling and laughing.The ride slowed down and Sabrina climbed off the horse, taking Olivia with her. They were walking toward the exit gate when she heard her name called out and turned to see Irena and Peter waving anxiously to her. Giovanni knelt next to Olivia and accepted the hug from his daughter, then showed her the pictures he had taken of them.“You look happy,” Sabrina told Irena who h
“Where do we go from here?” Sabrina asked a short while later as she lay curled next to him in the bed. Olivia sat at the foot of the mattress watching Sesame Street, repeating the words and letters the small little puppets were telling her about.“I think we should give Irena her time in the spotlight,” he answered, caressing her bare hip beneath the blankets. “I would like to be married by the end of summer. We can do it between your winter and spring designs if you’d like. If you are pregnant, or if you become pregnant, you should deliver shortly after the premier of next year’s summer designs. After that, I’d like to do things right and spend a few weeks getting our family acquainted.”“It sounds like you’ve planned this all out,” she teased him.“I have,” he answered honestly. “I never intended for us to spend the night together when we took The Tornado out, but I did a bit of calculating and it should work out perfectly.”A loud knock sounded at the door startling them out of th
“My father is put out with me,” Giovanni said, carrying the plates into the kitchen and placing them in the sink while Sabrina washed Olivia’s face and hands.“Why? You seemed to be getting on quite nicely the other night,” she said, lifting the child from the highchair. She set her down and watched as Olivia hurried to the pile of new toys her father procured from their stay at Disneyland.“For all other reasons, we were, but he’s angry that I haven’t spent much time working on the woman who claimed to have Silvano’s son. He’s very happy that you and I are back together, nearly as much as your family was to hear we’re getting married. Unfortunately, he feels like I’ve wasted a lot of time trying to get you back, and not enough on the reason I am in France.”“Oh, you know, that reminds me. I did get an email from my client, Dora Jordan, who works for the registrar’s office. I’ve been so busy with everything else, I completely forgot about it.”“Did she say if she found anything?” he a
Giovanni watched as they walked into the bathroom, smiling as Sabrina held down a full conversation with the little girl discussing princesses and fairies like a pro.The water to the tub began to run as he kicked off his shoes, getting comfortable in his new surroundings. Once they arrived back at the flat in Versailles, he gathered together their belongings and moved in with Sabrina while the flat below her was being remodeled. Anna was still with Aryana, helping with her three children while Daniel was out of town, which gave Sabrina a chance to get to know the child who would soon be her daughter.He smiled as Olivia began giggling. The sound of water splashing out of the tub and Sabrina’s laughter echoed through the rooms. He had bathed his daughter often enough to know exactly what she was doing, and how difficult it was to hold her still long enough to wash her little body. He chuckled as he started to review the papers, thinking about the mess that would need to be cleaned up
Giovanni had sent a messenger to Rosetta asking to meet her at a sidewalk café near Sabrina’s new office, then helped Sabrina move her designs over. The construction and décor were complete, allowing her to set up the store with her mannequins. He watched as she instructed Marie and Babette on where to put everything, then arranged her new designs on a rack ready to be taken to Chang’s studio for photographing. He was proud of all she had accomplished in her career but couldn’t get Rosetta off his mind. He was certain it was the same woman, but what kind of game she was playing was beyond him. So many questions had to be answered before he would tell his father. Was she playing a money game, collecting on one child while she basically sold Olivia? Had she known him when they first met, or was it just a coincidence that they were in Africa at the same time? Was that why she married him? In hopes of getting her hands on the Vigano fortune.“Monsieur Vigano,” a male voice said from the