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ProserpinaWhen she came awake to the familiar feeling of nausea, she swung her legs to the floor and made it to the bathroom just as the sickness hit her. After she had finished retching violently, she leant against the wall, panting.Morning sickness, she thought bitterly. She was getting too old for this she told herself and glanced in the mirror. The face that gazed back at her was pale, deathly white and only the dark bruises under her eyes added any colour to her face. Splashing water on her tired eyes, she reflected on her conversation with Brian.He had suggested that she take a few days off and fly to Bhutan. Stepping under the shower, she thought about it as the warm jets of water pounded her body. Why not? she asked herself.But in her heart of hearts, she knew she would not run away. She was the one who held the family together, her children needed her.Yes, perhaps in a few months, she could decide. But right now, she had to stay and fight. She would meet Lucien’s ‘son’ a

LucienWhen he came awake, he was alone in the sprawling townhouse penthouse bedroom, the luxurious master suite. It must be around four in the afternoon, he thought, rubbing his gritty eyes. After a rough night here at the Townhouse, he had gone across to the Delano mansion to inform his family of the decision to bring his son, Cole, to the of for a round of introductions. Only, things had soured and he had left immediately, returning to the townhouse and drinking himself house into a stupor, sick with guilt and the look on his lovely Woman's face.His man, Gustav, was moving around softly but he felt relieved to see that he had managed to get rid of Britney who had seemed to think that he had come to the townhouse last evening to be with her.No amount of persuasion seemed to convince the woman that he had no interest in her body anymore; that what they had shared if it could be called so, was dead. He had used her body at one time on a regular basis; he had never had feelings for

ProserpinaI was more than a little surprised when Melissa turned up in the afternoon, bringing along with her, a hairstylist and a beautician.“What?’ I gaped at her in alarm.‘You are beautiful as you are,’ she said smartly, hands on hips like she was addressing one of her first graders, and then wagging her forefinger at me severely, she went on,’But right now, I think you need to look your Best. Which is not true as of now. You need to look at your hair. It’s a mess.’ I shrank. It was true. I had not been sleeping or eating well. My long brown tresses looked dry and brittle. I sighed and turned away but she grabbed my arm.“Look, you dish up the best food in the world and you are an amazing Mom. But you need to take care of your body, your looks, too.’I nodded slowly.So the next two hours of the afternoon went by in giving me a manicure and the works. I dozed off as the beautician worked on me, massaging my body with her deft hands. When I came awake, I felt rejuvenated, my bo

LucienHe could not take his eyes off his woman. She…what had she done to herself? She looked so young, so beautiful, so fuc*ingly gorgeous and inviting, he could feel his manhood harden. The purple dress she was wearing hugged her full breasts and he was sure he could make out her hard nipples under the cloth.Damn, he thought, She was not wearing a f*cking bra under that!She looked so f*cking delicious, it was all he could do to stop himself from striding across and grabbing her, dragging her away to the broom closet and taking her savagely latching his greedy mouth on those thick nipples.Lucien fought the need to take her in his arms and kiss her, hold her, smell her fragrance, tell her how much he loved her and apologise for hurting her. And thrust himself, balls deep into her wetness, pound into her swollen wet pussy and claim her as his.…*But he did nothing.She stood, almost in the circle of Schwartz’s arms and he felt the familiar jealousy course through him.“What the f*c

LucienThe Mafia Don had had enough. Roughly pushing away the woman who was trying to cling to him, he ignored her furious exclamation as he crossed to his wife who stood, her cheeks flaming, eyes glittering in humiliation, shoulders heaving with the effort of staying calm.He knew she was too much of a lady to descend to the levels of a gutter snipe wh*re like Britney but he would not stand by and listen to anyone insult her.*Facing Britney, his eyes gleaming with rage, he bit out in a hard, cold voice,‘I should not have allowed you into my house. You pollute everything with your disgusting presence, Britney. But I had forgotten, a dirty wh*re from the gutter can only talk and behave like one.’He pulled his wife’s resisting body to his and went on, in a low snarl,“My wife is too fine, too good a woman to tell you to get out of her house but I will not have scum like you insult her. So shut the f*ck up or I will have the men throw you out like I had you thrown out of my room last