Benjamin Jarr still had the new mission, but he knew that January 17 was about to end. He wanted to know why Claudia Leslie Chawic was still in town and why she was now signing up for more classes when she assured him that she would soon travel to Europe to begin her vacation in earnest; it didn't make sense to him.He got to know Hilary Summer, but few words ever crossed paths with her; on one of those occasions, he made friends with Daniel. Although, he was overwhelmed by the news. Deep down, he wasn't surprised, sharing that opinion with his direct line manager, Peter Embert. Daniel was impulsive and treated his girlfriend with a reverence beyond the ordinary. Daniel showed, without caring if others saw him, how jealous he was. Now, not only was he a suspect in that death, but the agents were almost certain that the autopsy they expected to be performed on the girl would reveal physical abuse and that, in the ongoing investigation, more data would come to light, such as psychologic
"Are you watching The Wild Project podcast?" Carla came to the kitchen with that question, finding Maximiliano having a coffee, with a tablet on the marble countertop with its small tripod so he could see the screen well.They shared a lunch after days without doing so. It was already seventeen, around 13:00hrs. Maximiliano went to change his clothes after lunch, putting on something light: a pair of jeans, boots, black shirt with sleeves rolled up, and decided to prepare a good coffee that they could both drink and talk."Sit down, please," Max asked.Carla had gone to spruce up a bit, to rest the pasta she gobbled down earlier, putting on comfortable clothes, with a pair of black leggings, a white blouse with loose-fitting sleeves, and ballerinas in the same color as the fine fabric pants.Max looked at her and detailed that this was not the only garment she had put on, seeing how a thin strip of lycra of a light color that he could not see well from there, but guessing what this hi
Carla loved swimming and the last time she did it was that unfortunate night when her life changed and took a major turn.Despite everything that had happened and what she was about to face, she understood that traumas are released by confronting them, and getting back in the pool and swimming was one way to do that.Not only did she wear her swimsuit, which was a gold-colored bikini and bra double piece. She also brought her cell phone so she wouldn't be cut off and thus, likewise, not feel completely alone, although when she swam, she usually preferred to do it that way, in solitude, and loved it.There were a few times that she walked around the building, and now that it was daytime, she was very pleased to see everything around her. The place was daubed with luxury. The predominant colors were gray, beige, and a bit of gold, too, stainless steel in machines or other objects, beauty and neatness everywhere, and glass doors that combined very well with things made of wood.The area
CHAPTER 73."Look, Claudia, I'm not going to tell you again, stop making a fuss. Sit down, please, so we can talk like the civilized people we are. You have never been a loud or disorderly woman, so please show it right now, be civilized, because you are. And sit the hell down."Maximiliano was on the edge of his patience with Claudia; he didn't know what the hell was wrong with her, but obviously, her attitude blamed her for a lot; it blamed her even for more than he could think.Claudia looked at B.J. and then at Maximiliano. The guard remained stoic, almost without looking at the two of them. He was still standing, present as a witness to the conversation, but oblivious to what was going on. Of course, for Claudia, that isolated behavior was enclosed in quotation marks because she knew that Benajmin was listening to everything perfectly and with great attention.She looked again at Maximiliano and understood that he was already quite fed up, in a way she did not see before. Sincere
"Daniel talked to me the same night of Three Kings Day, right after my presentation at the original Glint bar."All the guards and agents were alert to what Claudia was about to say. For Maximiliano, as well as for them, it was a good start and an indication that the blonde girl finally mentioned "the party boy".She continued:"He told me to want to play a joke on you. One of those jokes that friends sometimes make to say goodbye to bachelorhood, since you didn't have a bachelor party, nor did you invite him to the wedding. Also, he was mad because you didn't attend the celebration he invited you to, the one that night." She sighed, feeling how the weight on her shoulders seemed to lift from there, but to move to other parts of her anatomy, like her hands, which she rubbed endlessly. She wiped away her tears and sucked in through her nose, so she could continue. "You and I know how Daniel is; we know he likes to play practical jokes on his acquaintances, and sometimes he is euphoric;
Carla was on fire. She felt jealousy and it was the first time she experienced it so strongly for her husband.She didn't stop to analyze herself; her mind only wanted to discuss with him, to clarify doubts, and that he could confirm every single thing said by that woman in the bodyguard's apartment."Why are you beating around the bush with my questions?" Carla and Max stopped in the living room, in front of the marble countertop. "Why don't you answer me?""What the hell is wrong with you, Carla? First, what's gotten into you now for spying on me? I may not know you completely or for years, but you have shown me, or you have shown me until today, to be an educated, respectful, and privacy-conscious woman.""Years? Years, you say? The same years you've known this woman? If I am rude and not respectful at all, what is she then?" Because there's a reason why you shouldn't mind talking so openly about her affairs in front of your guards.""What do you mean? Yes, she has made a blunder w
"Max..."That was more than enough for him, the mention of his name in that delicious gasp unhinged him.The kiss enervated, and his hands squeezed her breasts over her clothes, reaching for the edge of her blouse without waiting for the world to end.Carla raised her arms, let herself be done, enraptured by his caresses, needing them like rain in the desert. She had to gasp, to lift her face as if she wanted to pull her face out of a raging sea. Bastidas' master lips, burning, setting fire to her breasts, burning the middle of them, between her ribs, on her abdomen, lifting the top piece of her bathing suit and releasing those tender, unhindered aureoles, evidence of all that was happening.Carla rested one foot on the floor, letting the two of them pull down those leggings she had put on to go swimming in the indoor pool a while ago, dragging with them the golden swimsuit bikini, leaving her with nothing underneath, leaving her in a partial nudity that was enough for the two of them
Max never tired of kissing her, and she never tired of letting him kiss and caress her. They could stay like this, together, concentrating on each other for hours.On top of her, he kissed her back, enjoying how her skin bristled with the touch of his lips against a complexion that had just lived episodes of pure eroticism.«How beautiful Carla is, how willing, how expert and ready for me», were some of Max's thoughts during or after making love to her.Many were the graceful occasions they loved each other that afternoon. Now it was night, the very night of the seventeenth of that first month of the year. They knew that there were still things pending to talk about, to discuss, to confess, but none of them wanted to burst that idyllic bubble of very thin glass that would bring with it, when it broke, dangerous shards of glass.However, Carla also wanted to put one foot on the ground."We must talk," she said, her voice a little husky, a little hoarse too, full of sleep and happiness.