Powerful Billionaire' First Love

His Lips Glided Over Her Hair

Walking on the street, the chilly wind of autumn was blowing against her face, she was walking with her broken heart. She started choking up, and the tears she had held in for so long began rolling down her face, she released her tears with her pain. In her childhood they spent a good time with each other, they loved each other, seeing their love their parents announce their engagement, She did not know how or why he had become so vile when he felt her less love for him. she loved him too much, she observed him keenly, that how he was speaking, how he was eating, how he was sleep, how he was sitting, she liked his each and everything. She tried to follow him. she always kept her eye on him. she knew that very well, which was his favourite food, which game was his most favourite. She knew he smoke sometimes, she kept his secret always. She thought he never loved her, but how it was possible?

He wasn’t like this before, In her memory, he was always wearing a black jersey with jeans, He was 5 years older than her, He would come to look for her at school with his college friends, he wanted to look for her every time, and they would shove his shoulder and joke to him in a whisper, “Not bad, Mark, You’ve been hiding this beautiful girlfriend of yours, how you hid this beauty?.”

He would blush shyly as he looked at her with a warm, gentle gaze, he loved to look at her head to toe, with a warm gentle gaze.

He was just like the boy next door, a sweet genteel young man, who loved his fiancé more than everything.

But, what happened to him? why he changed so suddenly, completely, she never found her answers. What happened to them?

It was as though a part of her heart had been hollowed, his ignore was very painful to her. The name “Mark Fisher” always bore pleasant connotations during her youth, it was the symbol of beauty, no one as beautiful as him in the family, until she grew up and he changed, but why change? Things between them could never go back to the way they were before, he was running another track of life, and she was running another track of life.

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She cried and Lenordo wiped away her tears, with the back of his hand.

She’d never given in, never given up, and never will, but she was tired now, she was tired now, from all the difficulties of her life. Her heart was tired, and exhausted, she wanted a strong shoulder which saved her from warm and dirty eyes from the men and also saved her from all difficulties.

Warm tears started to slide down her face, continuously, Before Ishla could wipe them away, the man beat her to it, he was surprised by her crying “Why are you crying? Have I bullied you? Have I mistreated you?”

Ishla knew that she was drunk, she had a heavy drink, and her eyes were red. The man gently caressed her face in circles with his calloused thumb, he liked her innocent face at that time, it was the first time happened in his life that he liked a woman's face. His palm was wide, thick, and warm, which comforted her a little. She patted her red cheeks, while keenly looking at her face.

A small hand pinned the big palm down, he let her do what she wanted to do. Her eyes were cast down, and as the sound of tears fell and “plopped” to the ground, she was ashamed in front of him because she drank, and slowly, slowly lose her senses. “Is it doomed to be lost, what do you think?” After a pause, she said to him, “If I have to lose it, it must be my decision, I never regret it, You look handsome, and I like your attitude. I’d rather give you my body than being ruined by those ugly men, I hate that ugly man. I won’t ask for money tonight, because I'm not slut, but remember, it is I who slept with you, for a night.” She said to him with lower eyes.

Ishla looked up as she spoke, tiptoeing as she wrapped her arms around Lenordo’s neck, at that time she considered him the loveliest person in all over the world, and bravely kissed his thin lips, with her beautiful pink lips.

Lenordo was still supporting himself against the wall with one arm, his other hand placed on her back. His deep eyes gazed quietly at the hot tears coming from the girl’s eyes, how can she continuously tear? he was surprised. Her eyes were fiery but so desperate, she wanted something which she didn't know too.

A beautiful smile was playing on his thin lips continuously and said nothing as he carried her by the waist with a strong arm to the bed.

As they rolled together, the girl whimpered, pushed against his strong chest as she rolled up, his strong chest rubbed by her soft breasts, and gnawed at his cheek and neck like a puppy.

Lenordo closed his eyes, his breathing a little disorderly, he didn't know what happened to him at that time, how he lost his emotions. He caressed her hair with his large hand and asked huskily, pulling her closed to him “What’s your name, dear? I know your name will be as beautiful as you?”

Ishla stopped what she was doing, with him, she wanted to tighten him in her delicate arms. Her head was buried in his neck, and in the blink of an eye, two rows of slender curled eyelashes brushed against his healthy wheat-coloured skin, she softly said in his ear, “Ishla Fisher’ as in ‘unrivalled beauty.”

"But, what was she doing?" she mumbled.

She wasn’t exactly desperate, yet she devoted her body to a stranger, but the stranger was handsome and saved her from the dirty frank. Whatever she was doing was against her younger self’s expectations, she never thought in her whole life that she devoted her body to a stranger, she always thought about Mark. Did she just give up on herself? But after this what happened?

Leonardo moved his head sideways and his lips glided over her hair, her hair was so silky and have a nice scent. Ishla's body was soft and small, and she exuded an enchanting scent, her beautiful body, and her scent were making him mad.

He wasn’t a saint and his body reacted instinctually, after all, he was a strong man with strong mussels. He lifted the corners of his lips faintly and spoke in a low yet gentle voice, in her ear, his warm breath she felt on her neck. He sounded rather tempting, his warm breath like tickling on her white long neck, “Ishla, That which you are destined to lose must be that which you possess. Even if you possess it, the others couldn’t take it away if you don’t want to lose it, keep it in your mind always, and remember me too.”

Her tears flowed out like a river, her warm tears were wetting his chest, She turned around and sat on the ground, hiding her face in her legs. She hugged her knees to her chest and rolled up into a ball, continuously weeping.

Lenordo looked at the chandelier above his head, He turned around and saw that the girl’s shoulder shook helplessly as she cried, hardly. In the sunset light, his bright eyes were twinkling with dark light, like those of an eagle hiding in the night sky, his mind was thinking of naughty ideas.

He waited in silence, staring at her continuously, When the girl got tired from crying, she fell asleep. He gently withdrew his arm that was under her head and put her on the bed.