Semua Bab Winning Back My Ex: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Listening to her speak and seeing how her hand opened it passed through the waistband of her pants, a current of excitement ran through him and his penis stood proudly between his legs, without wasting time he jumped up, taking her with him, he began to devour her with passion, while he walked with her to another of the rooms, However, to his surprise, she did not let herself lie on the bed, but threw him and immediately straddled him."I'm very sorry, Mr. Sebastini, but today I want to be the one to delight myself with you, it will be my main course, before I go to your grandfather's birthday party."Having said that, he took the initiative for the first time, pulled down his pants along with his boxers leaving him naked, while she kept her clothes on, began to kiss him slowly from the neck, descended his chest, caressed him first with her hands and then licked him with her tongue, however, the explosion of desire was unleashed when she looked at his hard erection, with a lasciviou

At Matteo's words, everyone was surprised. The first to stand was Mariam, who threw herself on him and began to cry."No!! Please, Zandro, don't leave me, not now when I don't know how to live without you, my love. Take me with you!! Life isn't worth it... not if you're not by my side. I have no one left; I only had you. How can you do this to me?!" The woman's desperate sobs filled the entire room.Everyone watched her in silence. Nick was the first to approach her. He held her, and after more than five decades, he hugged her for the first time, comforting her and calling her Mom."There, Mom, calm down... I'm going to be by your side, holding you. I won't leave you alone," he said, barely holding back tears.Mariam turned; despite the deep pain she was experiencing at that moment. She caressed Nick's face; finally, she had a chance to obtain his forgiveness. Her voice broke as she spoke."I'm so sorry, son! Forgive me for having used you in the past, for my disdain, for my attitude,

Galata was impressed by the man, a suit perfectly tailored to him, revealing that an attractive body was hidden beneath those clothes. She couldn't help but scan him from head to toe. For a moment, she just stared at him. A beard covered his face; his aquiline nose gave her the impression of having seen it on another face. She frowned and continued until her gaze settled on his eyes, but they were not moss-colored, but sea-colored, and they gazed intensely at her with a smile that made her stomach clench."Good morning, Ms. Ferrari, it's a pleasure to have you here," he expressed, walking towards her and extending his hand.For a moment, she looked at his hand as if it had a contagious disease. However, good manners compelled her to reciprocate, so finally, responding to his greeting, she shook his hand, though she withdrew it when she felt a strong jolt and her chest began to pound fiercely. She tried to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat. She had to clear it, and only then

Matteo's words and his smile provoked a Déjà vu, in Galata she recoiled in surprise, for a couple of seconds she remained static, as if she had abstracted herself from the place, while her heart seemed agitated by a great gale in her chest."Wife, are you all right?" Matteo asked, frowning, as she reacted to his words and began to look at him suspiciously."Wife? Did you just call me Miss Ferrari and call me wife?" She spoke indignantly.For a moment Matteo's face was distorted, he did not understand that start of Galata."Why are you in a bad mood? You haven't even come close to kissing me. Did you have a bad day?" Faced with her silence, he walked next to her."Stay there, Matteo! Please don't take another step," the man frowned in bewilderment."What's happening to you, Galata? You're very strange," he said with a little concern."Where were you this morning?" She asked without taking her eyes off him, she watched him intensely as if in this way she could unravel his deepest secret

Galata watched him without even blinking; she did not want to divert her gaze from her husband for a single second because she needed to see the expressions on his face. For a moment, she had the impression that Matteo was turning pale. He got up from the bed, put on his boxer shorts, and began walking toward the exit."Where are you going?" she asked, irritated."Evans is crying, I’m going to take care of him," he answered with apparent calmness, ignoring her question. That only intensified her suspicions, yet she could not understand the reasons behind his behavior."Uh-huh, fine, but before that, you should answer me. Don’t be rude. Are you purposely avoiding me?" she interrogated, feeling her sleep vanish."Love, listen, our son is inconsolable. I have to find him. I’ll be right back!" He ran out toward the children’s room, and she followed him, covered only by a thin silk sheet.When they arrived, Matteo took the baby, and they both looked at Xavier in his crib, still asleep in a