Chapter 1 :

'' My shielder ''

David 's alarm sounds off in the room abruptly waking him, immediately he reaches for his sound and shuts the alarm off. In doing so he realizes he has two missed calls from the office. To his astonishment, Destinee is still sound asleep. Looking down at her trunk still laying on his, he smiles and kisses her brow. He pushes himself up and she still clings to him.

He positions her in his weapon system, her head in one and legs on the other. He wraps her in the cover and carries her upstairs and lays her in his bed, takes a speedy shower, and puts Cologne and a similar suit to his last but this one fusain gray.

Leaving the sea captain bath, he notices her thin movement in the bed indicating she is about to wake up. Seeing her lay in his bed he admires her look rude, as though she belongs there, it simply feels right.

He sits on the bed future to her and susurration in her ear `` You awake my love ? '' His masculine articulation soothes her, his low tone sends dim vibrations greeting her with loving kisses from her neck down her berm, and to her hand stroking her tender, golden-brown smooth skin, she becomes more beautiful to him with every encounter.

Adjusting her adorable hazelnut tree eyes to the light, lying on her side facing him, she smiles in the delight of waking up to the peck of him seated succeeding to her as the sunlight warmly traces his even-toned mocha-brown skin, she loves his comforting touch.

'' Yes, my King, I 'm awake. I 'm sorry I fell asleep, you wore me down with the free weight of your passion. '' Her words cook his heart grinning as it shows on his face.

'' Can I get you anything before you leave for piece of work pa ? '' Kissing his hand

'' No love, you 've done plenitude. I brought you a glass of weewee. I figured you 'd be thirsty when you woke up. '' With his fingers he brushes her long benighted hair from her face `` I wanted to stool sure you 're okay when I leave. I wo n't be gone long today. ``

He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out his pocketbook. `` Here 's some money for something to eat '', handing her a one hundred dollar bill neb and he writes his cell phone and maneuver office number down on a composition of paper and the address to the house in caseful she decides to order out. As he is speaking she sits upright, overwhelmed with gratitude, and kisses his lips interrupting him.

'' Mmm ( tasting her kiss on his lip ) what was that about love ? I mean I do n't mind your kisses, '' He laughs. `` Did I miss something, sweet love ? ''

Looking to the ground. `` Believe it or not, since I 've been here my experience has not been remarkable. I quickly got caught up with the incorrect people and been in some difficult situations. You are one of the very few who 've been kind to me. ''

He lifts her head and pulls her finale to him to solace her, as her words aggrieve his core. `` I do find that intemperately to believe, how the perdition could mortal deal a woman as beautiful as you so horribly ? And your ex ? The coward that put you out in that storm, what 's his epithet ? ''

'' His gens is Jamal, but they call him Tank in the streets. ''

'' Tank ? In the streets ? What is he ? Some drug trader ? '' Saint David asks looking bewildered

'' well, y-yes… '' She answers in humiliation.

Seeing the shame in her beautiful face he wants to free her of it. `` Destinee my making love, you do n't ingest anything to be ashamed of, we make good and bad decisions and I 'm starting to believe last night me offering you a ride was the best decision I 've made in years ! ''

His vox brings peace to her. Her eyes affectionately gaze upon him, disregarding her shame. `` I feel so comfortable with you. Like I can be myself. It 's been a retentive metre since I 've felt this way. '' She says softly.

'' I am curious to know though, '' he asks hesitantly, `` How in the existence does someone as lovely, and classy as you get caught up with some knucklehead ? '' He chuckles in unbelief.

'' Well long history short, after all the glazed gift and money spent on me, he felt as if he owned me and matter escalated very fast. If I missed his phone call he 'd get disturbance and lash out at me. He became very controlling, very fast, about what I wore, where I went, how retentive, and with who. ``

'' Destinee, baby… Did he ever put his bridge player on you ? ``

She chokes up, unable to mouth. He leans her head on his chest of drawers, she nods her head signaling a yes to his question. She breaks down crying as talking about it causes her to relive some of it in her mind.

He 's defeat with elan for her, and anger toward him. `` Shhhh, it 's OK baby… It 's okay. '' He caresses and consoles her. `` I 'll take care of it. How a great deal of your things did you leave there ? ''

Sniffling as she dries her eyes she looks up to him and asks `` Hun, what do you imply you 'll take attention of it ? ''

'' That 's not for you to vex about. Now did you leave anything important there ? ''

She pauses and thinks for a minute `` Honey it 's nothing I would take chances you going to get. ``

'' So the solution is yes. '' He confirms. `` Okay, when I get base from work I 'll pay him a little visit. '' He stands up fixing his choker and cuff links.

'' I can see there 's no talking you down from this ? '' Looking him up and down aroused by his passion for her, yet afraid for his safety at the same time.

'' No, love. No there is n't. '' He responds. She rises from sitting to her knee joint. The throw blanket falls to divulge her naked body, she hangs her arms around his neck attempting to persuade him.

'' Why not ? Ca n't we just forget about it ? '' She asks sweetly

'' If he hurt you, he hurt me, and those who hurt me regret ever doing so ! '' He confidently states. His love for her touches her psyche `` My defender. '' She declares. `` With all my strong suit. '' He affirms. She kisses him `` The taste of your love is like sweet-smelling love to my brim I love your kisses '' He concedes his work force on her hips. They smile.

'' By the way, can you drive ? '' He asks

'' Yes of course of instruction I 'm young, not incapable ! '' She says wittingly.

'' Legally, screw ? ''

'' Yes, baby ! '' She laughs

Unconvinced and the `` oh boy '' look on his boldness he gives in. `` Alright, I hope I do n't regret this but the samara to the Benz are on the key holder to the right field of the garage door. ``

Her eyes light up ! `` Really ? You 'd let me drive the Benz ? '' She bites her hindquarters lip and gives a little happy leap, causing her teat to jiggle.

'' Yes dear, just please, please be careful ! Need to put some gas in it so, here '' he takes back the cash and gives her his credit placard. `` Just get whatever you need okay ? '' His hands sliding from her hips to squeeze and play with her ass cheeks.

A huge spoiled teenage smile lightness her face `` Yes daddy ! ''

His fingers walk closer to her tight already exposed ass hole. She lets him. Aroused, she licks her rim as he teases her ass hole.

'' I love seeing you happy. '' He confesses.

'' Mmmm, and I love making you happy, my King. '' Her trunk invites his spot.

They gaze into each early 's oculus both knowing exactly what they want.

Her coat of arms still around his neck he fondles her induce nipple gently tugging them pulling her organic structure and mouth to him, kissing her full lips intimately.

'' Daddy… '' Surrendering her consistence to the cup of lovemaking he offers.

He kisses her neck

'' Daddy please do n't set forth what you ca n't finish up '' She begs, desiring him, her fire begins to burn.

'' I just ca n't keep my manus off of you ! '' He confesses. Drawing as much of her pap into his mouth he can fit rolling his wet knife around her cockeyed polish nipple.

She gasps and moans her manpower caressing his smooth bald head. She tenderly kisses his forehead as he pleases her chest `` My King… at least tolerate me to shower for you, our love still rests between my thighs… '' She breathily requests.

His earpiece inconveniently buzzes, they both sigh in disappointment remembering he has to go to work. He reaches into his suit jacket crown and answers.

'' Yes ? ``

'' Hey, genus Bos ! Thank God you picked up you had me worried it 's not like you to be this recent. Is everything okay ? ``

Destinee can take heed a char 's vox on the other end of the earphone but ca n't make believe out what is being said.

'' Yes Queen Isabella, thank you I 'll be there shortly. Thank you for calling. I just had a few matter I needed to take upkeep of before coming in. ''

A feel of young teenage green-eyed monster comes over Destinee 's face.

'' Okay, Mr. King, see you soon. ``

'' Yes, see you soon. ''

He hangs up.

'' Isabe -- '' She begins to ask as he interrupts

'' She 's just my secretary, enjoy. No one for you to be concerned about, I promise ! ``

She report his eyes, to sense if he is sincere.

'' confidence me, love, I only want you and though it 's been a little prison term in some cryptical way, my essence already belongs to you. '' He contends.

She trusts his parole and the serious-mindedness of his passion.

'' Okay, I believe you, my queen. '' She smiles.

'' But I do have to get out of here. I have a very crucial appointment today that I ca n't be belated to, soul already caused me to be behind on my readiness this morning ! '' He smiles and they both laugh.

They kiss good-by. He fetches his charmer she made for him and oral sex off to work.

Chapter : 2

'' Whoever She is, You chose untimely ! ``

On his way to mold, she sends him a text `` Hi daddy, just wanted to gain sure I had the mightily telephone number ! '' With a smiley emoji along with a aphrodisiac nude of her getting into the shower.

He texts back `` I 'm deplorable dame, you have the wrong numeral, but you can send out more motion-picture show if you 'd wish ! ''

She responds `` Do n't act with me like that papa, you scared me for a instant. Lol ''

Arriving at the business office, all he can think about is her, her scent, her sweetly voice, her voluptuous and curvaceous body, though clean he can still slightly smell the scent of her puss on his lips, he 's aroused just thinking about her, making it troublesome for him to focus on his work.

There is a knocking on his door.

'' Come in ! '' He says.

'' Mr. King, good to see you this first light ! I hope all is well ? ''

Smiling and holding a coffee tree cup in her right deal and a vanilla folder under her left arm stands in the doorway, 23 years old, Isabella Ramirez a lovely midget, grim and Spanish biracial Spanish woman with a soft oval boldness, and light John Brown hide. Her Andrew Dickson White swagger blouse suppresses her full, firm breasts, and slightly unwrap cleavage, not much just enough to cause one 's curiosity to jog. Her blouse contrasts her long bright, curly, natural night Cinnamomum zeylanicum hair and eyes.

'' Yes, all is well Ms. Ramirez, thank you for asking. '' He looks up from his desk and is stunned upon laying his eyes on Isabella ; he had n't seen her so dressed up for work, ever. He quickly composes himself and set his roaming eyes. But not before she notices as their eyes curl for a brief mo before he looks away to search his desk.

'' Eh-hmm '' he clears his throat. `` Did you happen to see my file for my showing this afternoon ? ''

'' Yes, in fact, I did, '' she responds. Her voice is raspy, warm, inviting, and pleasant, naturally animal yet there is an sinlessness to her. She hands him over the vanilla folder. `` When I noticed you were running late I filled them out myself, also I got you a coffee tree just the way you like it ! '' She sets it on his desk. `` You truly are incredible Isabella ! I could n't ask for a improve supporter. ''

'' wellspring thank you, Mr. King, it 's my pleasure. If you fail, I fail, and we ca n't appropriate that. ``

'' wellspring I appreciate your unvoiced work, that is for surely ! I confess, my workload has become far more accomplishable since I 've hired you. '' He announces in a professional tone. Trying not to appear at her much, maintaining his eyes on his paperwork.

She watches him carefully, her eyes are fond of him. `` Your suit looks great on you by the way. '' Trying to get his eyes back on her.

'' Thank you, Macies had a nice sale live on week. '' Trying to hold the conversation casual.

'' Some prosperous immature dame she must be, to stimulate the privilege of your attention ? ''

If not for his brown skin he would be as white as a shade `` Did I tell anyone about Destinee ? ! Fuck ! How does she know ? '' He plays it sang-froid while still filling out the kind pretending to stick focused on his paperwork but listening attentively. `` And what is that supposed to mean ? '' He asks kindly.

'' well, everyone 's talking about it, no one around here has seen you this happy since we 'll Claudia, although I was n't around when you two were together I myself have n't seen you this well-chosen, also there 's something different about you this sunup ? ''

'' That is ? '' He inquires

'' fountainhead for starters, you 're never late, you 're normally the first one here. bit, you 're awkwardly distant with me, lastly… You 're Not wearing your wedding ceremony banding. ''

Saint David stops dead in his tracks from writing, looks to his left hand. He had COMPLETELY forgotten had n't put it back on ; he 's worn it every day since Claudia died out of his love for her. Yet, All of his lovemaking with Destinee has his persuasion scattered.

'' Ms. Ramirez ? ''

'' Yes. '' She answers anticipating what he 'll say next.

He sits up straight, sets his forearms on his desk, and folds his hands.

'' I think it 's best if we keep our personal lives and professional lives separate. I hired you to help prepare my workload, not my erotic love life sentence. If anyone has any questions about my life sentence outside of oeuvre, recount them they can ask me personally and they 'll receive the Saami answer, do I score myself gain ? ''

Aggravated, and a bit hurt. She insists `` So, 2 weeks ago ? '' She crosses her arms.

'' Yes ? What about it ? '' Pretending to be clueless, knowing what she is about to ask but hoping she 'd throw off it.

'' So I guess your natural language down my throat meant nothing to you then ? ``

She asks challengingly.

She can tell she caught his attention as his jaw clasp, his index and midway digit of his ripe hand rhythmically tap on the glossy top of his labored, rich-brown wooden desk like that of a horse galloping.

'' Ms. Ramirez, I think we both know we had a minuscule too a good deal to drink that evening ! '' He sharply objects.

'' Oh, really is that all it was ? ! ''

'' Yes, it was a fault and it 'll never happen again ? ''

'' You truly are a piece of study, you know that ? '' Her face is vivid, her centre inflamed in anger and affection.

He rolls his chair back from his desk, stands up, straightens out his courtship jacket by its lapels, and strolls toward her slowly never losing intense eye contact with her, he now stands within a substructure of her.

She slightly tilts her head to the side `` pínche pendejo ( fucking asshole ) do you mean I 'm afraid of you ? I have 4 older Brother that 'll whoop your ass if you lay a finger on me ! '' She tells him, loud enough to micturate him off but placid enough where others outside his part ca n't hear.

Overshadowing her, he restricts himself in gentle, important, yet noticeable anger. Their stare is locked as if they 're in an intense wrestling match. Hands in his scoop, shoulders back, thorax out `` first of all, I 'll blister all your brother 's hindquarters before my succeeding engagement. second, if I were you I 'd be extremely, careful of what you say next because it could very damn well be your last in my billet ! ''

The tensity in the authority hastily becomes heavy and electric.

Squinting her eyes, snapping her promontory back `` Oh really ? '' She challenges, stepping up to him face to face.

'' Try me ! '' He retorts his deep vocalism rumbling in her ear as close as they are.

Staring in his hot chocolate optic, she leans in as if she 's going to kiss him, but rather she places her maroon lipstick covered sass to his ear and sensually rustle with an accent mark `` How about this, you have no clew how retentive I 've craved for you to bend me over this desk of yours and fuck this tight, virgin coochie. But now I see, you 're just like the others. Whoever she is, you chose wrong, I promise ! '' She slowly draws her head back from his, closely watching his perplexed and shock expression.

He pulls himself together quickly, thinking to himself ( two can make for that plot ) removing his right hand from his pocket he looks into her oculus, gently brushes her curly cinnamon hair from her shoulder, behind her ear firmly, and graciously clutches the back of her cervix with his turgid hands. Taken by surprise her arms fall limp to her side, enticed by his spot. He pulls her snug and tight into him close enough that she can feel his manhood through his gasp leg, making her moist for him.

'' Jacques Louis David ? '' She gasps affectionately and blushes her languorous eyes locked onto him.

'' Shhh '' He softly shushes her and romantically caresses the recess of her sass with the ovolo of his lead hand then carefully wraps his arm around her waist making her tone secure. He shrouds her in the manliness of his strength and the lovingness of his embrace.

She is thoroughly aroused and wet from the alluring bouquet of his Cologne, she succumbs to the dominance of his gentle touch.

Her hands latch on to his face embracing him, as he gently draws her head back with a fist full of tomentum exposing her neck causing her to lift her leg as the stock split in her skirt reveals her smooth thigh kernel he tightly grips her thigh holding it up, her clutch on him tightens.

She closes her eyes preparing for him to kiss her. He intimately nuzzles her neck `` Yesss this is what I 've wanted… '' she softly moans from her quivering lips as she nervously trembles.

'' Yeah ? This is what you 've wanted from me ? '' Sliding his hand on her thigh closer to her wetness.

'' Sssss… Sí papí ( Yes papa ) '' licking her lips.

He whispers in her ear in a deeply sexy voice :

'' Escucha atentamente, niña ( listen to me closely, small young lady ) if you ever, speak to me like that again in my office, or if I even get the feeling that your thinking about my dick pleasing your sweet, small puss, I 'll have got your sexy, beautiful, plunk down ass fired expeditiously for intimate harassment. Do I build myself exculpated ? '' He places his ear to her lips anticipating an answer.

She unexpectedly presses her luscious lips onto his ear, practically kissing it answers `` lechatelierite, jefé ( party boss ) ! '' in a defiant and mocking tone, the breathing spell of her lecture tingles down his ear to his neck, summoning a titillating mavin in him. She angrily bites her lip seeing that he managed to confuse her, turn her on and pass water her off simultaneously.

Irritated with him, she pushes herself out of his teasing traveling bag, turns around, and walks towards the threshold, her heels click-clacking on the wooden trading floor. His middle are helplessly captivated by her tight leather dark maroon annulus hugging her full ass.

'' Isabella ! '' He calls her with an authoritarian voice.

She turns to him, her heart watering.

'' I meant what I said ! ''

'' Sí jefe ( yes gaffer ) '' She scowls at him before she turns her back to him. Pausing before opening the doorway to gather her emotions and be strong, as if cipher had transpired and she walks out.

David leans back on his desk shaking his head trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

Chapter : 3

'' Can You get along menage and Eat, showtime ? ``

David and Queen Isabella take sort cars to the viewing of the home. Still angry with him Isabella I keeps her aloofness but does n't draw too much aid to herself so as not to break the tidy sum, only periodically catching eyes.

'' So Mr. and Mrs Sugar Ray Robinson, what do you think ? '' David asks.

'' Well, we 've talked over and… We love it, we 're going to buy it ! '' The husband says excitedly.

'' Perfect ! '' David says ( His phone begins to hum in his suit crownwork ) he shakes workforce with them. `` Isabella, will use up it from here and we 'll get the paperwork process started okay ? ``

'' Sounds dependable ! '' The couple says together.

St. David reaches for his phone.

'' You know you two work great together, '' Mrs Robinson says. She purposely rustling loud enough that Isabella the Catholic hears `` If I were you, youthful man, I 'd hold a relocation. Pretty one like her do n't delay single for long '' She smirks.

David awkwardly smiles and chuckles. `` fountainhead thank you, I 'll take away that into retainer. '' They shake hands and Isabella takes over while David goes downstairs to the Kitchen.

He answers his phone.

'' Hi, daddy ! ''

'' Hey love everything okay ? '' Sounding concerned

'' Yes, I just wanted to check in with you, and see how your day was going ? ``

'' Well… '' Isabella the Catholic walks the couple outside to their car. They catch eyes on her way out. Saint David turns his back to her looking out the window over the sink and brings his voice down a bit.

'' A bit chaotic, with a few surprisal along the way but cipher I ca n't handle. I closed the deal today ! ``

'' What ? praise ! '' We should lionise when you get home plate !

'' I 'd make out to, baby ! But we need to get your affair from Jamal 's space first and then, we 'll lionize ! ''

There is a silence on the speech sound

'' Hello ? ''

'' Yes my King, I 'm here. '' Sweet-heartedly, yet concerned.

'' Why so quiet ? ''

'' My love, he is dangerous. ''

'' Well, he has n't met me yet. ``

'' No love, I 'm serious, please impart this alone I beg you. I care more about you than I do any of the affair that I left there. ``

'' And I told you, that to hurt you is to wound me. That Coward needs to pay for what he 's done to you. ``

'' You really love me do n't you daddy ? ``

'' Yes, I do love you. ``

'' Okay well, before we go can you at least ejaculate dwelling and eat first ? I 'm preparing dinner party now. ``

'' Oh really, what are you making ? ``

'' It 's a surprise, something scrumptious, but I promise you 'll have it off it ! ``

St. David smiles `` Your so sweet love I 'll be home shortly. ``

'' okeh, I love you, pop. ``

'' I love you too beautiful ! '' He responds and bent up.

'' So, there is somebody else ! '' Isabella contends.

Saint David turns to the kitchen doorway.

She 's furious and hurt. Her arms are folded, a tear streaming down her fount, her head is tilted.

'' Why the hell were you just snooping ? ! '' David fighting back

Her eyes squint.

'' Do you love her ? '' Her vocalism shakes with pain.

'' I 'm not talking to you about this ! ''

'' Do you have a go at it her ? ! '' Her voice filled with torment and anger.

'' Why ? ``

'' Because I 've worked for you for over a yr now ! And all I 've wanted was for you to bang me ! Me ! Now some random bitch comes into your life sentence and you lose your goddamn mind ? '' She steps faithful to him.

David stands there not knowing what to say.

'' I need to know if you truly love her, because if not then I still stand a hazard. '' She begins to unbutton her blouse. With her swaying pelvis, she draws herself closer to him.

'' Isabella ! What are you doing ? '' He nervously asserts `` I told you about this ! ``

'' Yes but we 're not in the federal agency, are we ? '' She passionately objects.

He clenches his jaws and his breathing becomes heavy.

Her blouse is unbuttoned `` You told me that our osculation was a error. Prove it ! ``

Saint David is deeply conflicted. Isabella is gorgeous and unaffected by any man and here she is offering herself to him. With all his might he sustain his eyes on hers fighting not to look down.

Her blouse is parted, her breast is nearly let out, her nude-colored strapless bra is revealed.

'' Kiss me and leaven to me that you do n't sense anything. '' His dick print is noticeable in his pant leg ; She bites her lip looking down at his private parts, seeing his putz grow in his pants.

'' Isabella the Catholic, I can not and will not do this, if you take another stone's throw I 'm warning you I 'll -- ''

'' What ? You 'll do what ? You ca n't hurt me more than you already have. I thought we had something special. I was just biding my time waiting for you to notice me and I thought finally you did two weeks ago ! '' Her blouse drops to the floor along with her bra.

'' Fuck ! '' David blurts out gaping at her beautiful total chest and medium size, dusky rose, perky nipples.

'' Whatever you thought we had, ca n't be ! You work for me, Isabella. I do n't fuck workfellow especially in a guest 's dwelling house, this is not why I hired you ! ``

You can get a line the difference of desire and fear in his vocalization. He does n't want to offend Destinee, yet he cares for Isabella, Thomas More than a workfellow but he 's never intentionally tried to cross that pedigree. Maybe some flirting here and there but he had no hint she felt this way about him he thought maybe the candy kiss was a mutual mistake. But he is severely wrong ; she 's wanted him since she 's laid center on him and she is leave to sacrifice it all.

'' Mí Amor… candy kiss me again, prove to me that it was a mistake that you do n't feel what I feel. If so I 'll never bring it up again. '' Standing nose to wind with him. She grabs his hands gently, locking her finger with his `` Isabe -- '' She interrupts

'' So many nights have I laid in my bed and touched myself thinking about you. '' She softly utters. His external respiration increases he ca n't believe how stupefy she is, her petite bosomy body, crocked stomach decorated with a diamond belly ring.

'' But it never feels right, not without you. Jacques Louis David, I want you to come to me, make me a cleaning woman. I want you to be my first… My only ! '' She uses his men to rub her melon-sized breasts.

'' My God ! '' St. David groans breathlessly and the soft, fragile texture of her breast greet the palms of his hands.

He clasps them in his hands gently, licks his lip admiring her flawless knocker. Honored that she allowed him to concern component of her that no other man has.

She stares into him, her eyes are dreamy for him. `` Do you wish what you see Mí Cupid ? ``

'' Yes… Yes, I do '' David lustfully utters. His thumbs, carefully fondling her erect, pulsing stubs.

'' Yes, sí, papí, you can accept all of me ''

Enamored with him she pulls herself into him, closes her eyes, and buries her face into his neck opening, lavishing him with kiss, as David exhales in pleasure. She begins unbuttoning his shirt. She tenderly kisses his collar bone. Inwardly he wants to reject her, but every prison term he tries her tender kiss provokes his desire. Finding the speciality to jib he seize her weapon `` Isabella I ca n't do this. '' Panting from delight, he barely gets his words out, graciously pulls from quenching the thirst of her longing desire onto him.

'' Lie to me, and separate me you do n't want this ! '' Looking into his oculus. Hers is filled with affection, rage, tenderness, warmheartedness for him. His mix-up, fight, and yes, passion.

'' I-I, I do '' He confesses.

'' Yeah, that 's what I thought ! ``

His shirt is fully unbuttoned and untucked, he watches as her soft and unwaveringly hands scale down the kris of his arduous abs, clutches his sash with her bridge player tucked halfway down his briefs she yanks him forward to her kissing him.

But not just any kiss, she lavishes him with what flavour like a lifespan of love locked and stored away only to finally be unleashed now this moment ! She licks his lip with a long diagonal of her quick wet tongue and sucks them into her sassing, David moans in pleasure and satisfaction as pre-cum oozes from his remains, gruelling tip. `` You taste so undecomposed ! '' She moans, basking in his presence. Her kiss excavate the honey for her he had hidden in his heart.

'' Mmm ! '' He licks his lips tasting her saliva. `` I 'm so dreary Isabella… How could I have been so blind ? ''

'' Shhh, it 's okay Mí armor, make up for it now and get sugared love to me ! '' Her sweet vocalization entices him.

His heart and soul gives in, he receives her sexual love. His wait on her weapons system releases allowing her to remove his case jacket. He returns her kisses.

'' Yes, David I 've wanted this for so long I 'm so tired of waiting no more waiting ! '' She breathlessly utters in-between their passionate kisses.

Their hands roam freely on each other now, kissing voraciously. She fiercely unbuckles his gasp. He unzips her skirt and drops it to the floor revealing her black thong he grips her juicy ass spreading her impudence, `` Ay Sí Papí ! Sí ! '' She exhales, trembling from his feeling together they slowly eddy each other 's tongues tasting each other, pleasing each other intimately without reluctance right now nix else exists to them as they allow the fire of sexual love to consume them.

With ease, he raises her by her ass up onto the counter she spreads her thigh across-the-board for him, he kisses her neck, her pectus, her house already stimulated and sensitive, untouched nipples the feeling of his beard tracing his kisses over her body is what she 's longed for since laying eyes on him this is what she 's waited for. `` fuck me Papí, please ! ? '' She begs him !

stretch into his gasp and groaping for his longsighted, fat pleasure control stick she does n't lay heart on it, but she feels his girthy core she strokes his distance reaching his tip her quarter round grazes his prick, and feels his warm sticky pre-cum they both groan in passion `` Ay Dios mío Papí, por favor ! ( oh my God dad, please ! ) '' She groans, and begs !

As she grips his sum David has a split second of Destinee in his mind caressing his dick telling him `` This belongs to me ! '' Her face is in the cutting edge of his nous ! His buss on Isabella drawback. `` My king, my love semen with me ? '' It 's as if he can hear her audibly not just in his creative thinker. Everything around him begins to fade.

'' Mí Cupid ? '' Isabella I calls to him. `` My King my lovemaking, you belong to me ! '' Destinee 's vox calls him again as if he 's in a enchantment. He quietly, faintly calls out to her as if she 's in the room `` Destinee… '' Both their eyes snap open air simultaneously, his out of fear, and hers from anger, and daze.

'' What the hell ? '' Her grip loosens, releasing his manhood. `` What did you just call me ? '' He stands frozen in fear wanting to verbalize but unable.

She squints her eyes and inclination her drumhead, `` Des -- '' she begins mouthing trying to translate what he said. `` Destinee ? Is that her name ? That 's her name is n't it ? ! '' Tears flow down the soft freckles of her cheeks, her voice breaking, she sucks in her lip, her hilltop weighed down she shakes her fountainhead in disbelief, her berm slump. `` So you do ... jazz her ? You were thinking of her the whole prison term ? And here I am stupid enough to guess I could make you mine. '' `` Isabella it- it 's not like that ! ''

'' Then what the hell is it ? ! ! '' He attempts to answer `` You know what, save it ! ``

'' Isabella ! ''

'' piece of ass YOU ! '' She pushes him on his chest. Being secure than her he does n't make a motion much, just takes a step back giving her space. She jumps down from the counter and pushes him again. He 's develop her mettle into art object. He gently tries to hold her hands `` Isabella can you just listen -- ''

She quickly snatches her hired man away and slaps the diddly-shit out of David ! So difficult his headspring turns. St. David licks his lip to taste for blood and touches it just to be sure, turning from the sight of his rip dripped finger's breadth back to her, he says calmly `` I 'm not even angry I understand. The first one is free but I 'm not going to let you go along hi --. '' In a flash, she backhand 's him ! `` Pínche Pendéjo ( fucking arse ) '' she spits on his chest, and pushes him again !

tear in her eyes, she 's furious, she 's shaking from the hurting of him choosing another woman over her and it is unbearably abominable. He makes one finally endeavor to moderate her she reluctantly allows him.

'' That 's enough… Please, please stop ! '' He tries to lovingly console her.

smell up to him `` Why ca n't you love ME ? ! '' She passionately pleads.

At the auditory sensation of hearing her mourn a tear uncontrollably falls from his eye.

'' I- I ( He wants to narrate her that he does, but that wo n't make sense to her. He 's trapped between loving two beautiful women and yet he is forced to choose one. He does n't know that what he 'll say now will help either ) I made an swearing. ''

'' An oath ? To a womanhood, you hardly have it away ? ! '' She rips out of his arms.

Crying in a mad cult she reaches to the tabulator grabbing a tongue `` I got your fucking oath ! '' lunging at David he quickly gets control of her wrist and twists it freeing the knife she tries to knee him `` I said ENOUGH ! '' He shouts !

But a combination of her losing balance and him trying to push her leg causes her to fall and hit her straits on the depleted cabinets.

He instantly reaches for her, but she shoves his handwriting away weeping `` DO N'T have-to doe with ME ! '' Davids not mad that she lunged at him with a knife, not at all, in some odd way he feels he deserves it, maybe for being so blind. Seeing her Passion of Christ for him, strangely enough, makes him interpret just how much she loves him, and seeing her on the floor broken like this is tearing him apart. `` Isabella I ! '' he squats down to tend to her. She pushes him backward making him land on his ass sitting upright. `` I HATE you ! '' She confesses pointing her finger at him.

Both of them sit there facing each other, their backs on opposing cabinets gathering their breathing place.

'' I think we both just want to cool off… You should hold a few days off come back and we 'll take it from there. '' He suggests.

'' You are in NO berth to say me what to do ! '' Her ire boils over further. She knows he 's in good order. She just does n't desire to get a line it from him. She wants to hear him tell her he loves her but she knows she wo n't see it from him.

She stands up, drying her eyes, and starts to put on her clothes. `` I 'll finish the paperwork for this closure after that… I 'm done ! ''

Her words are like an pointer to his heart. `` You leaving m-, I-I mean quitting ? ''

She turns to him buttoning up her blouse, glaring at him, she fixes her hair. David still sits on the trading floor taken back by all of what transpired this speechless. He knows not to say another word to her. Scowling at him for what seems like forever, she looks like she wants to say something to him, she clenches her jaw, shakes her headland, grabs her purse, and walks out.

All he can do is ascertain her as she storms out of the house. half naked on this kitchen flooring he contemplates his circumstances and his selection. `` How the hell did I let this happen ? ``

**To be continued**