Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA AND THE ARTIST : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Still in a hazy, dreamlike state of contentment, Genevieve floated from breakfast the next morning to shuffleboard, to a late lunch scheduled with Sarah Hazel who she just met that morning, and a bride to be. Her body was present, but her mind was still on that moonlit beach night, when Dave pressed his mouth to hers and told her that he desired her. Actually, he’d said it with a lot more f-bombs, but she didn’t care and if he didn't say it didn't matter. He could use all the cuss-words he wanted, as long as he kissed her like that and made her feel so incredibly beautiful but she doubt that ever happening again.She’d never had a moment like that, ever.Genevieve’s heart felt full to bursting at the thought. Probably Dave wasn’t capable of love? That was too bad, because she was half in love with him already. He might not think of himself as a kind man, but his actions toward her had spoken differently. He might have a tough, cuss-laden outer shell, but there was a tender heart bea

n.When he took a step forward, she ran for it, a high-pitched squeal of alarm escaping her. Moments later, he had an arm around her stomach and was dunking her in the chilly surf. Genevieve screamed and clung to him, dragging him under with her until they were both sputtering and laughing.“There’s your courage,” Dave told her between chuckles.She laughed too, delighted by his mood.They rinsed off quickly, dumped sand on the fire, and then headed back to the hotel in the darkness. Their stairwell was just as they’d left it, complete with mattress, pillows, and blankets. Before when they’d crawled into the bed, they’d been clothed. When Brontë crawled into bed this time, she was naked and slightly damp, and so was the man who crawled in after her. As soon as she pulled the blanket over her body, he tugged her close and spooned her, his hand sliding possessively over her waist and resting on her breast.As if he cherished her.And she thought that maybe, just maybe, Dave was going t

Genevieve woke up with an hungry stomach and Dave was no where beside her , she stood up quickly and beside her bed was a food platter on the table with a note.Hi Genie, Business call , see you at 4. Dave .Sh wrapped it neatly beside her bed as she munch the food , she was far too hungry and needed to meet up with his time as she only had forty minutes left , she must have slept for a long time . Genevieve swallowed her food and ran straight into the bathroom, she was able to sought out one of her skirt and blouse that showed lesser skin , tying her hair back and a little bit of lipstick on her lips. She checked the time and realized she had about five minutes left , she didn't want to keep him waiting, her shoes were just right in her front as she wore them quickly. And behold he came knocking which she opened immediately," I was just coming out " she said panting crazily " it's fine Genie ." He said as h

She had never done what he suggested she do, had never been asked. She bent to take her shoes off. “Heels on.” He told her. She climbed on to the bed; nerves getting to her again, his natural confidence making her feel more shy now. She put one knee on the far side over his body, missing touching his cock, finding herself above his chest, while she placed the other knee down on the bed. She didn’t know quite what to do. He looked up at her.“I said sit on my face and that is what I expect you to do. I need to taste you, feel your beautiful lips on mine. “She inched up slowly toward his face. He realised her reticence must be down to inexperience. He put a hand out and reached between her legs, gently stroking her clitoris as he looked into her eyes. “Let me taste you.”As he stroked her she felt herself letting go, meeting his eyes with equal hunger as he quickly brought her to the edge to orgasm with his fingers. “Good girl.”She moved upward until she reached his mouth, hover

Three years later things were different for Genevieve , it was her fifth book signing and Ash was also having a flower showcase with a lot of people coming in and out . Genevieve smiled as she signed the books. She decided to take a break to say hi to some friends and engage in interactions, she was walking towards Ash to see how her flower sales were doing and behind Ash stood the devil she had cursed everyday. Genevieve stood there for a minute, or two, or three. A bubble encased her, shutting out the world and time. Christ. She'd lost her mind. The slow song in the room faded, as a frenetic beat superseded it. Dazed, she wandered back to the table. Her body thrummed. Her thoughts whirled. She clambered onto her stool and clutched her empty champagne glass. Too much alcohol, that was it. The bubbly carbonated her brain and rendered her a mute, overheated puddle of desperation. Her. The control freak. This was why she rarely drank and never overindulged. If a girl couldn't cut lo