Sometimes I dream about how it would beIf fate had played its game differentlyBut then I remind myself of the reasonsWhy we broke up, why it was no lo...ger funWhat happened, happened for the bestIs what I say to myself to put worries to restBut I know I am creating a false perceptionI miss you, it is a fact not a notionSince the day we broke upIn true love, I have stopped believingBecause even though people move onThe memories keep stingingI have already made peaceWith the fact that you are not. I unbuttoned my shirt and untucked it out of my skirt. I threw it behind me and watched as it landed on a chair. I was wearing a lacy black bra, and damn, I looked sexy."Kayla, please," he told me.I walked towards him till I was inches away from his lips. I kissed him softly and felt tingly as he grabbed my ass. I took my hands and stroked his dick through the pants he was wearing. He groaned and kissed my neck and shoulder. He pushed me away and said, panting. "Kayla, we can't do this; it's. "Thank you father." You should come with me to visit your brother," said Sergei Ivanovich, with a smile that wasn't quite kind. "His house is just a street over, and I'm sure he and the little woman would love to see you."Anna couldn't refuse, so she meekly followed her father up the main street and into the residential section of town, through the houses of the rich aristocrats and the influential officials, out into the outskirts of town where the middle class and laborers could afford to. “Gav…, I can’t.” “Trust me, you can and you will. Now, be still and let me enjoy my journey around your beautiful body." There was no way she could lay quietly, as she wriggled and arched beneath his teasing touch. He travelled slowly down to settle between her thighs and used his mouth to take her to Paradise. She felt like a finely tuned violin being played by a virtuoso musician; orchestrating and playing her to a shattering crescendo. He unleashed a depth of passion and sexuality that she.