An Ice Queen for sale (Alice) novel Chapter 5

Gideon

I watched the ceiling, gasping, while I could hear Gemma’s heavy breathing as well. We just had an incredibly satisfying sex. She knew very well what she had to do to make me feel in heaven. She was with me for approximately five years. I did not know how long exactly. I couldn’t care less.

I never loved a woman, never even wanted to. I just enjoyed my life, and Gemma could give me the biggest pleasure out of the numerous others I ever slept with.

Gemma was attractive; she had a beautifully shaped body; she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, big silicone tits, and I knew how much she loved me. I knew that she’d have done everything for me, and I liked that. I used that.

She turned on her side, and she hugged me, laying her head on my chest.

“That was fantastic. You really know what a woman needs.”

She laughed, so did I. I liked the way she tried to feed my ego to make me like her more.

I caressed her back and laughed too, but actually, this time, I felt sorry for her. I still haven’t got the courage to tell her I’m getting married on Saturday.

Probably she would freak out, and she would be angry with me, but she had to understand, I was doing this for her. I was doing this for her safety.

We had a huge conflict with an Italian don, and they killed two of my trusted ones already.

They sent me a letter; they said I would pay for them with someone who I had close to me.

My family was safe, I knew that. But my father warned me about Gemma. He needed to convince me I had to defend her even if I wasn’t in love with her, and he was right, eventually.

So, after a long conversation with him, he found a solution. He said he would buy a wife for me. I had to marry her, and make my marriage public. They wanted to take someone who was important to me. My father thought if they got to know a woman stole my heart for real, they would want the one who I love to take the perfect revenge on me, and Gemma would be safe.

First, I argued with my father. I thought Riccardo wouldn’t believe that at all. He knew me well. He knew I only used women. But finally I agreed, as Gemma was innocent. She couldn’t pay for something that she had nothing to do with. And I couldn’t think of anything better, anyway.

I caressed her back. Even if I wasn’t in love with her, after I talked to my father, I felt like she indeed deserved to be protected.

I wasn’t looking forward to the argument between us, but I kept reminding myself this was all happening for her safety.

I asked my dad to search for people who sell women. When he found an agent in one day, I felt surprised.

We could buy a young woman through our relationships, but I wanted a new one, who wasn’t on the market at all, so no one would recognise her.