Two months in Italy had
been a boon to Dona’s
career and her relationship with Fernando but she wasn’t sold on marriage. He proposed in Italy
but she told him she needed more time. Marriage scared her. She had never seen
or experienced a good one up close and personal. Deep Denton, her producer
seemed to have a great marriage but he came from that and no marriage she ever
saw seemed as good as the one with Mahad Basari and his wife Sadia but they
were for all intents, newlyweds. She wanted and needed more than the past six
months, she felt compelled to know Fernando beyond the goodness. Being alone in
Italy with music playing and room service could fool a sister.
Fernando understood Dona’s
hesitancy and wasn’t
sure about his own urgency. It was as if he needed to marry her as quickly as
possible to insure she was his. He also wondered if his past as gigolo, for
lack of a better word was part of the problem; the week before they left Italy
there had been an occurrence.
“Fernando.” The soft cultured
voice called out.
Turning to face the
beautiful and older Italian woman, Fernando tried to keep his face neutral.
Dona stood by his side, with his arm draped around her waist.
“Hello, Maria, it has
been years.”
“It has. I tried
getting in touch with you for a long time but your numbers changed. I hear you are
now quite the successful entertainer but you were always good at entertaining.”
She simpered. Fernando felt Dona tense slightly.
“Yes, music is now my
sole career. This is my woman, Dona. Dona this is Maria Fortelli, an old
friend.”
Maria’s face froze at the word old but
she quickly recovered. Finally, she acknowledged Dona.
“You are a very
fortunate woman. He comes with great references.” She said as she strode away,
elegantly.
Dona turned back to the festivities and never
addressed the meeting but Fernando felt her energy.
He needed her to
understand that was who he once was.
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Mahad couldn’t get enough of Sadia’s belly. She was huge and he loved on
her all the time, focusing on their baby. She was allowing Abia and Nelson and
a couple others to run the Bookshop and she was home most days, taking it easy
in the last weeks of her pregnancy. He could work from anywhere and was home
with her as much as she allowed.
Moans escaped Sadia as
Mahad rubbed pure, organic coconut oil on her naked belly. They were on the
veranda and she was only wearing panties. Her breasts and belly were fully
bloomed. Mahad’s
eyes feasted on her beauty.
“Stop that or you are
going to make me…” He said.
“You should. I know I
am big but we can work this out.” She murmured. She didn’t have to say another word. He
maneuvered her so he could have full access.
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