Novels by Charlotte Andrade

He left the bathroom and noticed that his fiancée was ready to go back out onto the street.-Where are you going? -He asked without sounding jealous.-With my parents. I know what hotel they're staying at. - Bethany answered, putting the notebook in which she wrote down her life's conjectures into a small cloth bag on her cross-body belt.His tone of voice was indifferent, the clearest sign with which Ciro could corroborate his disappointment.-I can go with you if you want.-No, but I appreciate it. –He didn't think about his answer. When he was about to leave the room, he felt the Italian's hand holding his.-Let me call the driver then. You're not ready to drive yet.-Do you have a driver?-We have a driver, yes. –He corrected her.It was a debate in which Bethany had few arguments in her favor. She hadn't even tried to drive since she left the hospital. So, swallowing her pride, she agreed. That pa

Bethany hadn't been able to get the memory that suddenly came to her mind out of her head. The one that reflected her lying on her back with a strong body on top of her. The unusual thing, and what had her thinking, was that, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't link Ciro with that fragment of her memory. The piece that fit precisely was that of her brother-in-law. In the beginning, it was his perfume that stirred the tide.-Bethany. - The Italian mentioned for the fourth time, finally getting her attention. Then she realized that she hadn't heard anything of what her fiancé was happily telling her.They were at the Florentín café, having breakfast. If Bethany knew Ciro, she would know that an average coffee shop that served cappuccino from a machine was not a place he frequented.-What do you say?-Bethany asked, picking at her salad. The other sighed.-I was telling you about your parents returning to the United States next wee

Brahim took a piece of crimson cloth and used it to blindfold a white woman with reddish hair who was standing in the middle of the room dressed only in her white linen panties.-What are you planning to do to me? -Bethany asked, ecstatic.Brahim refrained from any response, as was his custom. The mystical essence was part of the game. He positioned himself behind his sister-in-law and parted her hair in two to place wet kisses along the length of her neck and down her back until he was kneeling. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.He placed a soft kiss on her right buttock, followed by a painless bite. Bethany bit her lower lip, feeling eager. Brahim stood up and gathered all of her reddish hair to throw it to one side.-Are you thinking about my brother? - He asked, whispering in her ear.-No. - She said in a whimper, reveling in the massage Brahim was giving her thighs, teasing her intimate area. -You don't look anything like him.-Is that a compliment?-Take

She reached out with one of her hands to slide the alarm clock and glance at the time: 1:00 p.m. Bethany had been in bed for a long time without being able to fall asleep.She put on some fuzzy slippers and left the room. She knew what was wrong with her rest. One night sleeping next to Ciro was enough for her body to remember the essence of sleeping next to the warm shelter of another body.He walked through the hallways and came to the room where Ciro slept. The door was ajar so he entered without warning. There was no one there. The bed was unmade and Ciro's already familiar laptop was resting on it. He was seriously a workaholic. He crawled from under the bed to reach the device that was on the pillows. And when his fingers brushed the computer, he felt a second hand take his own. With one pull, Ciro lifted her up and kissed her.-What are you doing up? - the Italian asked against her lips.-I could ask you the same question. -Bethany replied. The second kiss was her initiative. T

Bethany's eyelids jerked up. The bad dreams continued to disturb her rest. A chase and gunshots, her running, escaping death. Visions that made her heart rate spike. It was torturous.She turned around in bed, feeling alone. Ciro wasn't there. She left the bed wearing a blue silk robe with white stripes. She left the bedroom quietly, her lack of shoes making her stealthy. She didn't have to walk far to find her fiancé who was in the living room, sitting in front of a laptop that she didn't even know how he got. He was holding a cell phone to his ear, which he assumed wasn't his, since it had flown into hundreds of pieces against the stones.-Stop production. The Russian police must be investigating its origin right now. We must keep a low profile. Cancel business phone numbers, emails or any other means of contact. -Bethany heard despite the careful tone in which she spoke.-...-Forget them. They knew the risks of the job.-...-That

Calmer, he returned to the beach and its unpleasant crowd. He appeared before his fiancée with a smile that would wipe the bitterness from her face.-I'm sorry for the delay, I was... - He tried to think of a pretext, but his mind was ineffective at doing so.-Someone from the hotel informed me that the spa is ready. -Bethany said, not so smiling.-I forgot. -he said, uttering a curse. He planned to surprise her. Once again he allowed his work to distract him from what was important. They made their way to the hotel where they were led by a couple of masseuses to a private room. They were shown a second room where they could shed their clothes. They were in the mood to become a married couple so they were both led to the same room. Had they consulted, Bethany would have opted for one for herself.-Don't worry, I won't see anything. -Ciro consoled her, knowing her so well. And