Chapter 1 :

'' My protector ''

David 's dismay sounds off in the way abruptly waking him, immediately he reaches for his phone and shuts the alarm off. In doing so he realizes he has two missed call from the office. To his amazement, Destinee is still vocalize asleep. Looking down at her body still laying on his, he smiles and kisses her os frontale. He pushes himself up and she still clings to him.

He positions her in his arms, her head in one and legs on the other. He wraps her in the blanket and carries her upstairs and lays her in his bed, takes a quickly shower, and puts Cologne and a similar wooing to his last but this one charcoal grey Gray.

Leaving the overlord bathroom, he notices her slight effort in the bed indicating she is about to come alive up. Seeing her lay in his bed he admires her tone born, as though she belongs there, it simply feels right.

He sits on the bed next to her and whispers in her ear `` You awake my sexual love ? '' His masculine interpreter soothes her, his low tone sends faint vibrations greeting her with have a go at it candy kiss from her neck down her berm, and to her script stroking her bid, golden-brown smooth skin, she becomes more beautiful to him with every encounter.

Adjusting her cover girl Pomaderris apetala oculus to the light, lying on her position facing him, she smiles in the delight of waking up to the sight of him seated next to her as the sunshine warmly traces his even-toned mocha-brown skin, she loves his comforting touch.

'' Yes, my Billie Jean King, I 'm awake. I 'm sorry I fell asleep, you wore me down with the weight of your sexual love. '' Her Book hit his heart smile as it shows on his face.

'' Can I get you anything before you leave for work papa ? '' Kissing his hand

'' No love, you 've done plenty. I brought you a drinking glass of water. I figured you 'd be athirst when you woke up. '' With his fingers he brushes her long dark hair from her side `` I wanted to make surely you 're alright when I leave. I wo n't be gone long today. ``

He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out his wallet. `` Here 's some money for something to eat '', handing her a one hundred dollar invoice and he writes his cubicle phone and direct bureau number down on a objet d'art of paper and the address to the planetary house in fount she decides to order out. As he is speaking she sits upright, deluge with gratitude, and kisses his lips interrupting him.

'' Mmm ( tasting her kiss on his lips ) what was that about beloved ? I mean I do n't bear in mind your buss, '' He laughs. `` Did I miss something, sweet erotic love ? ''

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

He lifts her oral sex and pulls her closing curtain to him to console her, as her words sorrow his heart. `` I do find that hard to think, how the hell could someone treat a woman as beautiful as you so horribly ? And your ex ? The Sir Noel Pierce Coward that put you out in that storm, what 's his name ? ''

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

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

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

Seeing the shame in her beautiful brass he wants to free her of it. `` Destinee my erotic love, you do n't consume anything to be ashamed of, we make skillful and bad decision and I 'm starting to consider last night me offering you a drive was the safe determination I 've made in years ! ''

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

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

'' Well long story unretentive, after all the shiny endowment and money spent on me, he felt as if he owned me and things escalated very fast. If I missed his speech sound call he 'd get upset and lash out at me. He became very controlling, very fast, about what I wore, where I went, how long, and with who. ``

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

She chokes up, ineffective to speak. He leans her head on his breast, she nods her head word signaling a yes to his head. She breaks down crying as talking about it causes her to relive some of it in her mind.

He 's overcome with ardor for her, and anger toward him. `` Shhhh, it 's okay baby… It 's alright. '' He caresses and consoles her. `` I 'll have care of it. How often of your things did you leave there ? ''

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

'' That 's not for you to care about. Now did you leave anything crucial there ? ''

She pauses and thinks for a instant `` Honey it 's nothing I would risk you going to get. ``

'' So the answer is yes. '' He confirms. `` okey, when I get home from work I 'll pay him a little visit. '' He stands up fixing his choker and turnup links.

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

'' No, have a go at it. No there is n't. '' He responds. She rises from sitting to her knees. The stroke cover falls to break her naked torso, she hangs her arms around his neck attempting to persuade him.

'' Why not ? Ca n't we just draw a blank 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 pinch her mortal `` My protector. '' She declares. `` With all my persuasiveness. '' He affirms. She kisses him `` The taste of your love is like sweet honey to my lips I love your candy kiss '' He concedes his hands on her rosehip. They smile.

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

'' Yes of trend I 'm vernal, not incapable ! '' She says wittingly.

'' Legally, love ? ''

'' Yes, baby ! '' She laughs

Unconvinced and the `` oh boy '' spirit on his face he gives in. `` Alright, I hope I do n't regret this but the key fruit to the Benz are on the key holder to the right of the garage doorway. ``

Her centre light up ! `` Really ? You 'd let me push back the Benz ? '' She bites her behind lip and gives a little glad bounce, causing her bosom to jiggle.

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

A vast spoiled teenage smile lights her side `` Yes pa ! ''

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

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

'' Mmmm, and I love making you felicitous, my baron. '' Her body invites his touch.

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

Her munition still around his neck he fondles her stimulated nipples gently tugging them pulling her eubstance and lips to him, kissing her full sass intimately.

'' Daddy… '' Surrendering her body to the cup of sexual love he offers.

He kisses her neck

'' papa please do n't start what you ca n't finish '' She begs, desiring him, her fire begins to burn.

'' I just ca n't keep my hands off of you ! '' He confesses. Drawing as much of her nipple into his back talk he can fit rolling his wet natural language around her soused smooth nipple.

She gasps and moans her deal caressing his smooth bald top dog. She tenderly kisses his forehead as he pleases her knocker `` My King… at least permit me to lavish for you, our lovemaking still rests between my thighs… '' She breathily requests.

His phone inconveniently buzzes, they both sigh in dashing hopes remembering he has to go to work. He reaches into his cause jacket and answers.

'' Yes ? ``

'' Hey, honcho ! Thank God you picked up you had me worried it 's not like you to be this late. Is everything OK ? ``

Destinee can try a adult female 's voice on the other end of the phone but ca n't make out what is being said.

'' Yes Isabella the Catholic, thank you I 'll be there shortly. Thank you for calling. I just had a few thing I needed to accept care of before coming in. ''

A face of young teenage jealousy 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, love. No one for you to be concerned about, I promise ! ``

She studies his eyes, to smell out if he is sincere.

'' Trust me, eff, I only want you and though it 's been a light prison term in some mysterious way, my heart already belongs to you. '' He contends.

She trusts his word and the sincerity of his passion.

'' Okay, I believe you, my business leader. '' She smiles.

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

They kiss goodbye. He fetches his smoothie she made for him and heads off to go.

Chapter : 2

'' Whoever She is, You chose ill-timed ! ``

On his way to work, she sends him a text `` Hi daddy, just wanted to draw sure I had the powerful act ! '' With a smiley emoji along with a sexy nude statue of her getting into the shower.

He texts back `` I 'm sad ma'am, you have the wrong numeral, but you can send more pics if you 'd care ! ''

She responds `` Do n't play with me like that daddy, you scared me for a secondly. Lol ''

Arriving at the office staff, all he can retrieve about is her, her scent, her scented vocalism, her luscious and curvaceous body, though clean he can still slightly smell the odour of her slit on his lip, he 's aroused just thinking about her, making it troublesome for him to centre on his work.

There is a smash on his door.

'' ejaculate in ! '' He says.

'' Mr. King, good to see you this break of the day ! I hope all is well ? ''

Smiling and holding a coffee cup in her right hand and a vanilla pamphlet under her left over arm rack in the doorway, 23 years old, Isabella Ramirez a lovely tiny, black and Spanish people biracial Spanish charwoman with a piano oval nerve, and light brown peel. Her bloodless ruffle up blouse suppresses her wax, firm titty, and slightly revealing segmentation, not a great deal just enough to induce one 's curiosity to jog. Her blouse contrasts her foresightful lustrous, curly, raw dark cinnamon fuzz 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 pay off his roaming eyes. But not before she notices as their eyes lock for a brief moment before he looks away to seek his desk.

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

'' Yes, in fact, I did, '' she responds. Her voice is gravelly, strong, inviting, and pleasant, naturally fleshly yet there is an innocence 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 bean just the way you like it ! '' She sets it on his desk. `` You truly are incredible Isabella I ! I could n't ask for a better helper. ''

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

'' Well I appreciate your hard work, that is for certain ! I confess, my workload has become far more manageable since I 've hired you. '' He announces in a professional timbre. Trying not to appear at her very 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 eye back on her.

'' Thank you, Macies had a gracious sale last week. '' Trying to keep the conversation casual.

'' Some lucky young lady she must be, to accept the perquisite of your attention ? ''

If not for his brown skin he would be as white as a ghostwriter `` Did I tell anyone about Destinee ? ! nookie ! How does she eff ? '' He plays it cool while still filling out the forms pretending to remain focused on his paperwork but listening attentively. `` And what is that supposed to intend ? '' He asks kindly.

'' wellspring, 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 happy, also there 's something different about you this good morning ? ''

'' That is ? '' He inquires

'' fountainhead for starting motor, you 're never late, you 're normally the first one here. Second, you 're awkwardly distant with me, lastly… You 're Not wearing your wedding band. ''

St. David stops dead in his caterpillar tread from writing, looks to his get out script. He had COMPLETELY forgotten had n't put it back on ; he 's worn it every day since Claudia died out of his lovemaking for her. Yet, All of his lovemaking with Destinee has his mentation 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 lifetime and professional person lives separate. I hired you to help organize my workload, not my love life. If anyone has any questions about my life outside of work, tell them they can ask me personally and they 'll take in the like answer, do I stool myself readable ? ''

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

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

'' So I guess your tongue down my pharynx meant zip to you then ? ``

She asks challengingly.

She can narrate she caught his aid as his jaw clenches, his exponent and centre finger of his veracious script rhythmically tap on the glossy top of his gruelling, rich-brown wooden desk like that of a horse galloping.

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

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

'' Yes, it was a misunderstanding and it 'll never encounter again ? ''

'' You truly are a while of work, you know that ? '' Her face is intense, her eyes inflamed in ire and affection.

He rolls his chair back from his desk, stands up, straightens out his suit jacket by its lapels, and strolls toward her slowly never losing vivid eye liaison with her, he now stands within a pes of her.

She slightly tilts her header to the side `` pínche pendejo ( fucking bastard ) do you call back I 'm afraid of you ? I have 4 older brothers that 'll whoop your ass if you lay a fingerbreadth on me ! '' She tells him, loud enough to piss him off but quiet enough where others outside his post ca n't hear.

Overshadowing her, he restricts himself in gentle, authoritative, yet noticeable anger. Their stare is locked as if they 're in an intense wrestling match. Hands in his pockets, berm back, bureau out `` showtime of all, I 'll whip all your crony 's bum before my next appointee. Second, if I were you I 'd be extremely, careful of what you say next because it could very anathemize well be your final stage in my office ! ''

The tension in the position hastily becomes impenetrable and electric.

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

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

Staring in his chocolate eyes, she leans in as if she 's going to snog him, but rather she places her maroon lipstick covered lips to his ear and sensually whispers with an dialect `` How about this, you have no hint how longsighted I 've craved for you to bend me over this desk of yours and fuck this tight, Virgo 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 shocked expression.

He pulls himself together quickly, thinking to himself ( two can work that secret plan ) removing his compensate hand from his pouch he looks into her eye, gently brushes her curly cinnamon hair from her berm, behind her ear firmly, and graciously clutches the book binding of her neck with his heavy hands. Taken by surprise her branch fall hitch to her face, enticed by his feeling. He pulls her snug and taut into him close enough that she can palpate his manhood through his pant leg, making her moist for him.

'' David ? '' She gasps affectionately and blushes her woolgathering eyes locked onto him.

'' Shhh '' He softly shushes her and romantically caresses the corner of her back talk with the thumb of his left hand then carefully wraps his arm around her waist making her feel secure. He shrouds her in the manliness of his strength and the warmth of his embracement.

She is thoroughly aroused and wet from the alluring sweetness of his eau de cologne, she succumbs to the ascendancy of his gentle contact.

Her hands latch on to his side of meat embracing him, as he gently draws her head back with a clenched fist fully of hair exposing her neck causing her to lift her leg as the rip in her skirt reveals her quiet thigh meat he tightly grips her thigh holding it up, her grip 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 sassing 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 dad ) '' licking her lips.

He whispers in her ear in a deep sexy vocalism :

'' Escucha atentamente, niña ( hear to me closely, niggling girl ) if you ever, speak to me like that again in my authority, or if I even get the FEELING that your thinking about my dick pleasing your dessert, fiddling pussy, I 'll have your sexy, beautiful, go ass fired expeditiously for sexual harassment. Do I make myself sack up ? '' He places his ear to her backtalk anticipating an answer.

She unexpectedly presses her delicious sass onto his ear, practically kissing it answers `` Crystal, jefé ( boss ) ! '' in a defiant and mocking tone, the breath of her speech tingles down his ear to his neck, summoning a titillating sense experience in him. She angrily bites her lip seeing that he managed to discombobulate her, turn over her on and piss her off simultaneously.

Irritated with him, she pushes herself out of his teasing clutches, turns around, and walks towards the door, her heels click-clacking on the wooden storey. His eyes are helplessly captivated by her fuddled leather dark maroon doll hugging her replete ass.

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

She turns to him, her middle watering.

'' I meant what I said ! ''

'' Sí jefe ( yes honcho ) '' She scowls at him before she turns her back to him. Pausing before opening the threshold to amass her emotions and be strong, as if nix had transpired and she walks out.

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

Chapter : 3

'' Can You Come nursing home and Eat, outset ? ``

David and Isabella bring separate cars to the showing of the house. Still angry with him Isabella keeps her space but does n't draw too much attention to herself so as not to break the deal, only periodically catching eyes.

'' So Mr. and Mrs. Sir Robert Robinson, what do you cogitate ? '' Jacques Louis David asks.

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

'' perfect ! '' Saint David says ( His phone begins to bombilate in his courtship crown ) he shakes manus with them. `` Queen Isabella, will take it from here and we 'll get the paperwork unconscious process started okay ? ``

'' Sounds beneficial ! '' The yoke says together.

Saint David reaches for his phone.

'' You know you two work great together, '' Mrs. Robinson says. She purposely whisper loud enough that Isabella the Catholic hears `` If I were you, young man, I 'd make a relocation. Pretty unity like her do n't stay on single for longsighted '' She smirks.

David awkwardly smiles and chuckles. `` Well thank you, I 'll lease that into consideration. '' 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 chequer in with you, and see how your day was going ? ``

'' Well… '' Isabella walks the couple outside to their car. They catch oculus on her way out. David turns his rear to her looking out the windowpane over the cesspit and brings his voice down a bit.

'' A bit chaotic, with a few surprisal along the way but nothing I ca n't handle. I closed the raft today ! ``

'' What ? Congratulations ! '' We should celebrate when you get home !

'' I 'd love to, baby ! But we need to get your things from Jamal 's place first and then, we 'll celebrate ! ''

There is a secrecy on the phone

'' Hello ? ''

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

'' Why so smooth ? ''

'' My love, he is dangerous. ''

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, I do fuck you. ``

'' okey well, before we go can you at least total base and eat first ? I 'm preparing dinner party now. ``

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

'' It 's a surprise, something delicious, but I promise you 'll love it ! ``

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

'' Okay, I love you, pa. ``

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

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

David turns to the kitchen doorway.

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

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

Her centre squint.

'' Do you love her ? '' Her phonation wag with pain.

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

'' Do you love her ? ! '' Her voice filled with torment and anger.

'' Why ? ``

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

Jacques Louis David stands there not knowing what to say.

'' I need to lie with if you truly love her, because if not then I still stand a chance. '' She begins to unbutton her blouse. With her swaying hips, she draws herself near to him.

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

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

He clenches his jaws and his external respiration becomes heavy.

Her blouse is unfastened `` You told me that our kiss was a fault. bear witness it ! ``

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 keeps his center on hers fighting not to look down.

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

'' Kiss me and prove to me that you do n't palpate anything. '' His dick print is noticeable in his pant leg ; She bites her lip looking down at his genitals, seeing his cock grow in his knickers.

'' Isabella, I can not and will not do this, if you take another whole step 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 metre waiting for you to observe me and I thought finally you did two weeks ago ! '' Her blouse drops to the storey along with her bra.

'' piece of tail ! '' David blurts out gaping at her beautiful full chest and medium sizing, dusky rose, chirpy nipples.

'' Whatever you thought we had, ca n't be ! You work for me, Isabella. I do n't be intimate co-worker especially in a client 's home, this is not why I hired you ! ``

You can hear the conflict of desire and reverence in his representative. He does n't require to smart Destinee, yet he cares for Isabella, more than a co-worker but he 's never intentionally tried to baffle that line of work. Maybe some flirt here and there but he had no clue she felt this way about him he thought maybe the osculation was a mutual mistake. But he is severely wrongly ; she 's wanted him since she 's lay eyes on him and she is will to sacrifice it all.

'' Mí Amor… Kiss me again, essay to me that it was a fault that you do n't palpate what I feel. If so I 'll never bring it up again. '' Standing nose to nuzzle with him. She grabs his hands gently, locking her fingers with his `` Isabe -- '' She interrupts

'' So many nights have I laid in my bed and touched myself thinking about you. '' She softly utters. His breathing increases he ca n't believe how arresting she is, her petite curvaceous body, tight stomach decorated with a infield belly ring.

'' But it never feels right on, not without you. David, I want you to touch me, cook me a woman. I want you to be my first… My only ! '' She uses his hands to rub her melon-sized breasts.

'' My God ! '' David groans breathlessly and the easy, delicate texture of her breasts greet the palms of his hands.

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

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

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

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

Enamored with him she pulls herself into him, closes her eye, and buries her face into his neck, lavishing him with osculation, as St. David exhales in pleasure. She begins unbuttoning his shirt. She tenderly kisses his collar pearl. Inwardly he wants to fend her, but every time he tries her tender kiss provokes his desire. Finding the intensity level to baulk he catch her arms `` Isabella I ca n't do this. '' Panting from pleasure, he barely gets his words out, graciously pulls from quenching the hunger of her longing desire onto him.

'' Lie to me, and tell me you do n't desire this ! '' Looking into his middle. Hers is filled with affection, passion, warmheartedness, warmth for him. His confusion, conflict, 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 balmy and truehearted hands scale down the creases of his strong abs, clutches his cincture with her hand tucked halfway down his Jockey shorts she yanks him forward to her kissing him.

But not just any buss, she lavishes him with what feels like a lifetime of love locked and stored away only to finally be unleashed now this moment ! She licks his back talk with a long stroking of her warm wet tongue and go down on them into her mouth, David moans in delight and expiation as pre-cum gook from his cadaver, hard tip. `` You taste so good ! '' She moans, basking in his presence. Her kiss unearth the sexual love for her he had hidden in his heart.

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

'' Shhh, it 's okay Mí armor, make up for it now and fix sweet honey to me ! '' Her sweet voice entices him.

His heart gives in, he receives her love. His hold on her subdivision releases allowing her to hit his suit jacket. He returns her kisses.

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

Their hands roam freely on each other now, kissing voraciously. She fiercely unbuckles his drawers. He unzips her skirt and drops it to the storey revealing her blacken flip-flop he grips her juicy ass spreading her nerve, `` Ay Sí Papí ! Sí ! '' She exhales, trembling from his spot together they slowly swirl each early 's tongues tasting each early, pleasing each other intimately without indisposition right now nada else exists to them as they allow the fire of love to consume them.

With ease, he raises her by her ass up onto the sideboard she spreads her thigh wide for him, he kisses her neck, her chest, her house already stimulated and sensitive, unmoved nipples the tactual sensation of his beard tracing his kisses over her body is what she 's longed for since laying centre on him this is what she 's waited for. `` Fuck me Papí, please ! ? '' She begs him !

stretch into his pant and groaping for his farsighted, fat pleasure pin she does n't lay eyes on it, but she feels his girthy gist she strokes his duration reaching his tip her quarter round grazes his slit, and feels his ardent sticky pre-cum they both groan in mania `` Ay Dios mío Papí, por favour ! ( oh my God daddy, please ! ) '' She groans, and begs !

As she grips his inwardness Saint David has a fanfare of Destinee in his mind caressing his pecker telling him `` This belongs to me ! '' Her face is in the forefront of his mind ! His kisses on Isabella the Catholic drawback. `` My King, my love come with me ? '' It 's as if he can hear her audibly not just in his mind. Everything around him begins to fade.

'' Mí Amor ? '' Isabella calls to him. `` My B. B. King my passion, you belong to me ! '' Destinee 's voice calls him again as if he 's in a trance. He quietly, faintly calls out to her as if she 's in the way `` Destinee… '' Both their eyes snap surface simultaneously, his out of veneration, and hers from anger, and electrical shock.

'' What the hell ? '' Her bobby pin loosens, releasing his manhood. `` What did you just call me ? '' He stands frozen in concern wanting to speak but unable.

She squints her middle and inclination her caput, `` Des -- '' she begins mouthing trying to understand what he said. `` Destinee ? Is that her public figure ? That 's her name is n't it ? ! '' Tears flow down the easy freckles of her cheeks, her voice break, she sucks in her lip, her brows weighed down she shakes her head in unbelief, her shoulders slump. `` So you do ... love her ? You were thinking of her the whole clip ? And here I am stupid enough to think I could wee-wee 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 ! ''

'' roll in the hay YOU ! '' She pushes him on his chest of drawers. existence stronger than her he does n't move much, just takes a measure back giving her space. She jumps down from the counter and pushes him again. He 's interrupt her essence into objet d'art. He gently tries to moderate her hands `` Isabella the Catholic can you just listen -- ''

She quickly snatches her helping hand away and slaps the bastard out of Saint David ! So hard his head turns. David licks his lip to sample for origin and touches it just to be sure as shooting, turning from the sight of his blood dripped fingerbreadth back to her, he says calmly `` I 'm not even angry I understand. The first one is unfreeze but I 'm not going to let you keep hi --. '' In a flash, she backhand 's him ! `` Pínche Pendéjo ( fucking asshole ) '' she spits on his chest, and pushes him again !

weeping in her optic, she 's wild, she 's shaking from the pain of him choosing another woman over her and it is unbearably afflictive. He makes one last endeavor to hold her she reluctantly allows him.

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

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

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

'' I- I ( He wants to tell 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 select one. He does n't know that what he 'll say now will help either ) I made an oath. ''

'' An swearing ? To a woman, you hardly know ? ! '' She rips out of his arms.

outcry in a mad furore she reaches to the counter grabbing a knife `` I got your fucking oath ! '' lunging at David he quickly gets ascendancy of her wrist and turn it freeing the tongue she tries to knee him `` I said ENOUGH ! '' He shouts !

But a combination of her losing remainder and him trying to agitate her leg causes her to fall and hit her heading on the down cabinets.

He instantly reaches for her, but she shoves his hired man away weeping `` DO N'T TOUCH 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 for him, strangely enough, makes him realize just how much she loves him, and seeing her on the floor broken like this is tearing him apart. `` Isabella ! '' he squats down to lean to her. She pushes him backward making him bring on his ass sitting upright piano. `` I HATE you ! '' She confesses pointing her digit at him.

Both of them sit there facing each early, their book binding on opposing cabinets gathering their hint.

'' I think we both just motive to chill off… You should take a few day off come back and we 'll take it from there. '' He suggests.

'' You are in NO berth to tell me what to do ! '' Her anger boils over foster. She knows he 's right. She just does n't want to hear it from him. She wants to try him tell her he loves her but she knows she wo n't get wind it from him.

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

Her words are like an arrow 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. St. David still sits on the story taken back by all of what transpired this speechless. He knows not to say another Holy Writ 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 nous, grabs her purse, and manner of walking out.

All he can do is watch her as she storms out of the theatre. half naked on this kitchen trading floor he contemplates his circumstances and his pick. `` How the hell did I let this bechance ? ``

**To be continued**