PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER
SEASON 5 Part 45's. Family 3's
"Ohh your brother?" I told Louis to ask Brother.
"Yes he said he wanted to see you. Until the middle of next week he's in NY. Can you take the time to talk to him." I crumpled on his arm as he sat down beside me.
"Yes sure. I'll call him. Weekend okay, I'll take her to lunch or dinner later." Louis agreed to it without any objections. "You're talking about us, what's the response." It seems that Louis was a little worried as well with Brother's response.
"My brother's good, don't worry. He just wants to get to know you. I've told you about your background, he doesn't mind, he clearly values you more than my disgraced ex." I told you what my brother did by putting my ex's company in my hands.
"Your sister loves you so much it turns out. You deserve your revenge."
"Yes I'm lucky to have them and have you." He smiles at my words.
"I think I'm the lucky one to have you." He grabbed me and kissed me. This feeling of happiness and protection cannot be replaced by anything.
"You want to go to London with me later? Maybe we can meet Mom and Dad. You want to see my mom and dad?" He's smiling now.
"Julie, you should know your brother I haven't been through it. At least I should have someone who trusts me Julie. The first exam I haven't passed, after this we'll decide okay, I'd better get past the first fence." I laugh. "Gary won't bother you anymore, will he? If he's any dares, I'll send a bouncer for you. Take it easy we do it quietly without a trace. You've got a message about how badly you beat him. I've got a lot of experts doing things like that." Louis continued.
"Uhh gan*gster, you're scary." I'm glad he could say that, even though I just wanted to throw the memory of Gary into the Marianna Trench and never remember it again.
"Who told you to be my girlfriend." Now he kisses me.
"I like good-natured gangsters, but he's only good to me. And only mine." And I kissed her back immediately and quickly everything heated up.
"You like to speed things up and take control of situations, don't you." My fingers danced over the hot skin.
"You mind if I work." And now my hands are massaging the part of his body down there that I like very much, quickly showing his reaction. I love his moans and his tightened embrace.
"I don't mind." But he flipped me downstairs right now and stormed the curve of my neck.
"Are you afraid I'm just like Gary." He asked in the middle of our kiss. "You want me to go to London to get back at him?"
"Nobody likes heartbreak, if you break my heart I don't know if I can trust love again. All I wanted was to walk together and have someone to go home with. I don't want to talk about Gary anymore. Just wanted to have that house, I also dreamed of having a family before I buried it."
"Have family? Does that include a child?"
"I guess yes..." Son used to be with Gary of course I want it until now also yes because of the family I have, it feels like a happy family with children, nephews. Plus my kind brother. "Do you not want a child. I often see my nephew. I think it's a nice thing to have a baby."
"If you want that, you have to quit your special job."
"Yes I know. Maybe when we're both ready."
"I'm ready now." Not to answer my question but to anything else down there and trigger my groan now.
"You're always ready for that." I pushed him pretending to reject her and ended up locking my hands back.
"Look at you, who always starts first. You should correct your words to make them fairer. You like playing victim?" Now that he had taken control of my body, forcing a part of him through the core of my body, I groaned in his name. "You like being forced, baby?" He made a jolt that felt good to me.
"I like it." It feels amazing when you're with your beloved candle.
"I give up on losing, what else can I do." He kissed me in return and started getting serious about what he was doing.
"Louis.. don't stop." A feeling I know, makes me soar into the high clouds right now.
"Love you sweetheart." A kiss touched me sweetly. Making the cover of the night a beautiful dream.
