Diana splash the cold water on her face repeatedly trying to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.
how did you know about Any... ml who told him and is this the beast i married, no you are not married yet the small
voice in the head remind her. she turn off the running water then dry her face with towel hanging down the bedroom doors.
she step on the Mat close to the bathtub she pull her clothes then let them drop on the mat forming a pile.
the cold wind hit her skin, she was suckle her bottom lips between her teeth, then step into the bath tub.. turn on the faucet
she stood watching the water rise above her leg... the cold liquid send the Goosebumps trailing on her pale white skin when
the water rise and her fingers trail the water ripples she missed days with Amy on the beach
new tears found their way out of her swollen eyes she sink slowly into the almost filled up tub...she turn the
faucet and close her eyes the sensation wash over her and the memory of her wedding night came rushing back with the wave of the cold water surrounding her
he kissed so well she could not deny what you felt was something she could not get from Drey no matter how she tried to fake it
He is a beast ..but right now she needs to endure for Amy... who is he and you don't even know where is he stays
she could feel his touch just like reality is firm his palms massaging her boobs in the tub filled with water and lips parted and her eyes
close around her soft mould Diana stop this at once this is crazy what are you doing Diana knew that right now the voice in her head is right.
she open her eyes them full of the cover blocking the water from flowing she stepped out of the tub.
she took the bath robe then slide her hands into it without drying her body she walk to the door all the way water dripping
she scan her room as if expecting to see something amiss she walked to her full-length mirror close to a drawer. She really did not check out the room when she came in yesterday she was blinded by our own tears and anger
she stared blankly at the fragile figure looking back at her.. her swollen eyes ... deep in their socket she let the bath rope slide down standing stark naked before the mirror
she sway her hips side-by-side looking at her curves and her moulds bouncing against her
flat chest. Her lips curve into a mirthless smile, she walk gracefully to her four_pastor Bed a purple and white pearled bed sheet was laid on the bed the canopy a white stainless curtain she admired
the patchwork quilt she look around.. the room was not too big but portable best describe it is, the bedside table was kept close to the bed the lamp post also on top
then the clock radio by left side of the bed, 6 inches wardrobe then a chest of drawers decorated with a flower vase she sat quietly on
the bed the gaze at the room once more time before laying full-length on her bed she stare at the canopy for once I don't want to feel anything
she muttered under her breath then sigh deeply awaiting the Spirit of sleep.
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Four Bride and a groom
RomanceDiana Bradford lives in the small town of Los Angeles with her mum and little sister Chloe Bradford and Amy Bradford. Their father was late leaving Chloe in her early thirties to feed for two grown up kids' one in college Diana and her little sister...
