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It took two week in a half to get these Polish, Chinese leaders for a meeting. They wanted to have one in plain sight. My wife was so resistant to leaving our son at home. Ester is taking care of him. Ethan her ex has left, after what we heard there was no more Ester and Ethan. It was ten at night, sitting at a party that they threw just for this meetup. I had some businessmen come up to me wanting to invest in my company.
Marzila had her arm wrapped around my waist, I had my hands placed on her back. Some people who did business with us that were at this party missed her presence, it's been so long since Marzila has been to one of these parties. The pregnancy was very successful, nobody knows we are parents to a little human. I adore my little son so much.
My little Marzila has been training a lot more, she's back and ready to be the queen. Ever since it was okay for us to have sex again, all she has been doing is wearing such tiny shorts. It shows her perky ass, the ass in which is only mine. "These mother fuckers are pussies. They can't even meet with us in private." Marzila spoke in anger. I looked down at her, I saw her distracted with something else or someone else. I looked at what she was looking at.
Or rather whoms. Mikolaj fucking Aslsïve, along side him is Zhōu Chēni. It wasn't that hard to find their identities, I didn't even have to kill anybody for it. I felt the tight little fingers into the side of my waist, "pretty baby, I need you to be a good girl for me baby." I whispered into my wife's ear, I glanced at her face.
Not once did she show any emotions. "I'll try," a little mutter left her perfect lips. I took a chug of my scotch. I grabbed Marzila water, setting it down to the table. I ordered the couple who came up to us to leave. I also told the bartender to leave, so now all we had to do was for them to find us. "Voglio ucciderli per divertimento. Posso?" Tapping her fingers onto the glass of the bar table.
Translation: I want to kill them for fun. Can I?
I ran my fingers through her fingers, kissing the top of her hands, "not yet, beautiful." The light shines bright through her eyes, light brown hazel eyes. To die for. "Bernardi," we both turned, still I had her hand in my hold. Both men stood in front of us, I placed her hand down. I stood up straight, because I had my forearm placed on the table. Placing my hands into the pockets of my suit pants. My wife stood with such a disgusted look.
Both men have bodyguards, without any doubt I brought my very own men to. Hiding in plain sight. "Lovely to meet you, little lady. I've heard so much about you." Mikolaj spoke, taking a glass of wine from the helper's hands. Taking a big sip out of it, "lets talk." Marzila stood in front of him, "get your bitches out of here. Or so help me, you won't have them alive in the next three minutes." I quickly placed my arms around her waist, pushing her against the side of the tabel.
