Leah Gotti Lesbian Novels & Stories

someone commented. I saw a glint flash across Louisiana's eyes when the lady praised me, but it quickly disappeared before I could even fathom what it was. Louisiana smiled and said, "Oh, of course she is a guru. How can someone who is the ex-wife of Axel Russo not be a guru?" My stomach churned as everyone looked at me in surprise. I looked at Louisiana, who was smirking. A man asked, "Miss Leah is the ex-wife of Axel Russo? How come we didn't know?"

“Leo doesn’t like brats. Oh wait, he does actually. He loves spanking them.” She hollered after him and even though Jason was far away, I swear I could hear his gasp from there. “You are a menace, Lola. Why did you do that?” She huffed. “He is gay. It is very obvious. Besides, I’m the one who saw how he reacted to my brother. The last time I saw Jason, I swear they were almost kissing. And he is naturally submissive. Leo strives on that shit.” Ok, too much info. “Just ignore their fated love and tell me, why are you scared to have sex with Gabriel?” I groaned. “How long have you been here and what did you hear exactly?” She sat on the chair and crossed her legs elegantly.

They were probably still unhappy that someone so young was taking over the company. As Leah settled into her seat, I felt a surge of desire surge inside me. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman – smart, beautiful, confident, and determined. "You're looking at me weirdly," she said as she placed a sultry hand on my thigh and eyed me intensely. "What's going on?" I placed a hand on her cheek. "You look amazing, did I tell you that already?" "No, but you can say it now." "You look amazing, Leah Garcia. I'm one lucky man tonight."

I wasn’t going to let her patronize me after the body shaming. “Well, I’ll take my leave now. Say hi to Massimo when he returns,” she said, her smile thin as she and her assistant rose to their feet. I stood from my chair, collecting the container of Biscotti Maya extended to me. Leah sauntered out of the living room with her assistant closely behind her. “Uhm, Heather!” She called me from the exit door, and I walked up to her. Leah walked close to me, leaving only a whisper between us. She leaned close to my ear and said in a crisp tone, “Massimo doesn’t love, darling. He owns. He wraps pretty roses and diamonds around dominance and a leash, calling it love.”