Chapter 13
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Damian Cooper - how can I return it to your husband Khaterine? "I look at Khaterine without realizing it and she looked strange. - Yes, for Dylan. This man who had just killed took him and I do not know where. He separated us and fear that he did something bad to Dylan. And stop calling me Khaterine Lord, I call me Yulia. She says, and she seemed to remember me. What are these bastards made with Khaterine?! - Khaterine This is your name. I do not know what you have, but I promise to take care of you. And I call myself Damian- I say and the same look at me surprise. Dylan said I called Yulia Markov, who were married. And I lost memory because of a disease that I have ... This bastard of Dylan deceived her, made Khaterine lost memoria and lied to her. For Khaterine knew how to speak, Russian, English, French and Italian. And even if they said that she was Russian, she would believe out to speak the language. At the moment I spoke with her English ... "Lied for you, Bella. But I promise to take care of you and make you recover the memory as soon as possible. I say touching your face. And the same closes your beautiful eyes felt my touch. I descend my fingers to your mouth. Khaterine Parker I do not know why I felt the famous butterfly when Damian was around. As incredible as it may seem I liked your touch and I wanted him to kiss me at that moment. Unlike being close to Dylan, with Dylan I never felt it. And I never wanted to kiss him. I open my eyes in a Damian approaching his face from mine. His lips go against mine and he pulls me to a kiss. His hands intercalate my sintura. His kiss was intense full of desires, and sucked on my mouth as if needed from that more than ever ... Our tongues danced in tune, I wanted more than that. Sure my panties was wet at that moment. Our passion was eminent. - I advise you to look for a hotel room to miss the homesickness. "A man says what made us separate. "Come, Bella, I'll take you home." - The same reaches for me and I squeeze. We entered a luxurious car, which started to park in a place where there was a jet waiting for us. It was not written cooper. When we are already in the Damian jet said if I wanted to rest I could do it because it has a bedroom with bed. I nodded and asked him to accompany me post I was exhausted. Damian leaves me snuggled and left the room. I think of the kiss he gave me a few minutes ago, kiss to water panties. Damian was a very handsome man, those penetrating blue eyes and had a body of athlete. Not counting on his charm, his woody smell and the mysterious air. Dylan was beautiful but no more than Damian. Damian was lovely. ... I open my eyes slowly through the light, and I look at the place I see I'm in a luxurious room. My house with Dylan was a good house, but no more than that. Is that gold? Honorable eye on the dresser that had in the room, all gold plated ... I sit down on the bed waiting for Damian to come I needed to clarify some things. Damian eye get out of the bathroom, her hair was messing on the bath count that will eventually make him extremely sexy. He was only wrapped around a towel on his waist, letting me see the vision of his breastplate and undone abdomen. Damian went to the closet and minutes later I leave him already in his clothes. He wore a shorts and a glue shirt that defined God muscles perfectly. The shirt was long-sleeved. When his eyes came against mine and he discovered that I was analyzing the archeeo one of his shadows. - Do you like what you see? He sat on the edge bed. - You need to clarify some doubts. - I say fleeing the question. And my gaze was on my fingers. I knew Damian was staring at me, I feel Damian's touch gently on my chin and the same makes me look at him. "What do you want to know?" - What are we? Why am I in this house and in your room? "I deduced that this was your room if you had your clothes in the closet and it was bathing then it was your room. "We're married, five years. - He says calmly, I could not believe that this Greek god was my husband. "It's our house." We are in New York. I am a master's owner and I have several other companies scattered around the world as a jewelery and a company that works with oil production in the United Arab Emirates. "It's so much information that I feel my head will explode. - I say a strong blazing in the head. Damian Cooper-'s okay? I say worried. I did not tell Khaterine that I was mafioso, if only with it she was so imagine when I tell her she's the wife of the American Mafia. This pain was due to the tablets that Dylan's bastard made her take. The same told me on the flight when we were on the way here. His godfather and son were already dead, Dylan was missing and I would find him cost what it cost. Also I would submit khaterine to an exam to see if there was no r***d since they did a brainwash on it. "Yes, I am, I think I need to rest. - says and I help her lie down on the bed. Then I turn to the bedroom door, I was getting out of the room because I needed to arrange something for her to eat, when Khat calls my name making me turn to her. - Damian. "Do you need something, Bella?" I ask. "Yes, promise me you'd find Dylan." I need to know if he's okay. I know you lied and I need to know why. He looked like me to be a good person. She smiled at her. And I close my fists because of the anger I felt, anger from this Dylan. She kidnapped her and then made a brainwash on her making her lose memory and thought he was a good person. Could not tell her all she hears, for just about me to tell her that she was my wife the same had severe headaches imagine if I told you that Dylan kidnapped her and made him a brain wash?! "Rest, Dylan lied to you, he also wanted to do her badly if not, would not lie. One day you will know all the story ... now try to rest love. - I say and realize that I am demonstrating bluntly all what I feel for Khaterine I say this for having the call of love. Promise for myself that I would not care what others would think, she was my weak point yes and I would protect her with my life. About Dylan I would find him, but he would find him to kill him. But first, it torturing him for what he did to Khaterine and me.
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