Friederich laughed that echoed through the kitchen, and gave me goosebumps. I almost never saw him laughing, it was always new when it happened. That day, I couldn’t help but smile in response. He looked so different. I didn't know if the fact that I always saw him as a master and sovereign to anything had affected me so absurdly that I couldn't see him in his true form." Why are you looking at me that way, Becca? "He asked, with pure curiosity in his tone of voice."Because you are too kind, Fred," I replied on impulse. "And I think it took me too long to realize that.”For a quick moment, Fred watched me as if he were going to give me another long and breathtaking kiss, but then he sniffed the air and made a face towards the pan on my back."Are you having a barbecue, Miss Smith?”Fuck. I forgot about the eggs. I turned around and turned off the fire. In fact, I had already burned much of my culinary project. Fred had the common sense of not laughing, even so, I was upset."If you
“Don’t worry about the deal, Becca. I'm sure it was just a way you found for me to find it too challenging and give up. But I'm not going.”"I would give up if I were you.”Friederich opened a beautiful smile."I'm glad we're different, Miss Smith.”His hands gently touched my hair, and soon he was so close that his breath mixed with mine. His eyes stuck to mine, his skin touching mine, and soon we were in a kind of bubble. In a world just ours."Is this the part where you eat what you wanted before? "I asked in a weak voice."Just if you want to," he said, sliding his fingers down the back of my neck. A shiver settled there. "Just if you want to remember.”"I want to," I said right away.I really had no shame in my face. Friederich always made me weak. It took away my reason. And I had no way to fight that. He was all I needed. Even if I never admitted it out loud. He always knew my weaknesses. And when that intimate moment reached the apex, there was no man in the world to face the
Fred then stood up, getting rid of his own clothes. I didn't even have to stand up to see better, because he made a point of keeping me with a very clean vision for his beautiful body. Fred's body was wonderful, and I would praise it as many times as necessary.The turned muscles, the path of hair in his belly and even the entrance of the groin, the thick and erect cock, the thick thighs that promised strong pumps at each penetration... The man was a complete package of perfection. And I think the desire of that body over mine should have been well exposed, because Fred practically grunted like a beast when he went back to bed.Fred then captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking, spinning, and biting lightly. He made me moan, arch my body, and I felt more than ready to receive him. It was too wet. I already felt uncomfortable by the heat in the intimate region, by the lack of something to rub between my legs.But he kept torturing me, gaining time. And I just accepted what he wanted to
"Untold, Fred," I demanded to know, crossing my arms. Friederich didn't even look at me, too focused on the road ahead, as he drove to my mother's apartment. I insisted. "I want to talk soon, so we can solve our problems, you know? I kind of gave my best friend a cake yesterday, and I depend on our situation to solve this issue with him too.”Just by mentioning Raphael, Fred gave me a slyly look."Are you thinking about solving it in what way, Becca?”"I don't know. If we are well after our conversation, I will have to call him and send him to forget this platonic love story. Otherwise...”Friederich slowed down to wait at the traffic light, so he had a few seconds to look at me for real. He didn't seem to be finding it funny at all. But I didn't care. I couldn't wait for his good will to solve the mess he caused himself. And I wasn't even so serious about wanting to solve myself with Raphael.The meeting would have been a piece of shit anyway. Raphael was... too young. I don't know.
"Ah, Fred, I'm so sorry," I said again, leaning over to hug him. For a moment, Friederich seemed too tense for my taste, and I thought he would retreat, but he returned the hug. "Fred, I swear I had no idea of any of this and I wouldn't even have said anything to make your conscience worse when you tore that contract or before them. I had no idea.”Fred was silent, but hugged me tightly. We stayed for a whole moment like that. The world out there went on with its frequency. Cars, people, animals. Everyone continued with their life, but we need that moment. That moment of silence and comfort that we dedicate to each other.I knew I would cry later when I was alone. I wouldn't do it there, because Fred wouldn't interpret in a good way to see me sad for his life story. People who go through traumatic events never like to receive someone's penalty. The least I could offer was respect and admiration. For the man he had become. By the nature and character.I even put aside the anger that he
My mother laughed like that woman who receives the greatest praise she could expect from a man. I was embarrassed by her myself. But Fred didn't even care about my expression, because he knew I considered him a half-bowl flatterer. My mother was young and beautiful, yes, but sister was awesome... The guy really knew how to make a good impression." Yeah, for some years only really favor," said my mother, full of pomp and giggles. Friederich opened a wide and bright smile, so my mother melted for good. Without exaggeration, she really sighed when she saw him smile. "Be Becca didn't mention how charming you were, Friederich.”"Oh, please," I grumbled, hitting my own forehead.The woman who has had several experiences with men, used to always choosing the best suitor, seemed paralyzed while looking at Friederich. I'm glad I wasn't the only one who totally lost focus with a look from him. Friederich, for his credit, even managed to get a little red. But I knew the bastard wasn't in the sl
Despite the mild weather, there was still sun on our heads, allowing many people to take risks inside the sea. Tybee Island was not as crowded as I thought, in a way some people felt intimidated by the weather.Although it seemed ideal for that time of year. If we were not in a dry place, it would be crazy to say that we would go to the beach or go into the sea in the middle of winter. But in Georgia that was possible."Are we there? "Be Becca asked, watching around.“ Yes. "I turned off the car and watched her. "You don't know many things around here, do you?”She still seemed busy recording every little space on the beach. I took the opportunity to observe her better. The face is already blushing, the hair of an intense blonde, whose strands were stuck. She looked younger than she really was. Too innocent. I'm glad we had a part of that conversation earlier, because at least I could have the freedom to admire her without fear."I haven't come to this state for a walk in years, Fried
When we arrived at the port, we walked a little further towards the beach marina, where some speedboats and Jet Skis were anchored. Right in front of us had appeared a man with apparently 45 years old, gray hair, with a smile from corner to corner on his face.“ Hello. My name is Josh. I'm an instructor for the use of Jet Skis. "He said, stretching his hand towards me." Nice to meet you Josh, we'll talk on the phone earlier. Friederich Hanson. "I shook your hand briefly.“Oh, of course. Mr. Hanson, the Jet Ski is ready for your use. "He pointed to a Jet Ski slightly parked away from others."you bring what I asked for?”Becca looked closely in our directions, her hands were sweaty, I assume to say that anxiety was visible in her body.“ Of course. "He leaned over the speedboat next to us, taking a life jacket. " Put that on, ma'am. "He handed the vest to Becca."Are you not going to use one too? "She asked, releasing my hand and pressing the vest against her tight white shirt, then p
I had woken up all sweaty and panting. I had had a nightmare like that.I found myself again in that terrible basement, and the smell was so putrid that my nose burned. The men who tortured me had faces. They were well-known men. Some good, others naturally bad. And they knew me too. They smiled when they tortured me, they screamed and laughed. And I, sitting in that chair, just wanted them to be fast, because I needed to sleep and wake up in a good place.There were days when nightmares didn't happen, but lately, they were constant. So, when I woke up in panic, I didn't need to count my fingers. I simply looked out the window and saw the landscape moving, felt the soft swing of the bed, and looked in the direction of the portraits that were glued to the walls so as not to run the risk of falling. I saw the child smiling with teeth still being born, with blond hair fluttering through the wind, and eyes similar to his father's. So I knew I wasn't dreaming.That day, I got up and looked
When I finally got to the hospital, I learned that even Tyler was fine. My mother was in a panic, but taking care of Madeleine, who seemed to be a reality show star who had just had one night like that. Raphael was with Becca's mother, because his family was still on their way to Seattle. Meanwhile, whether she wanted to or not, Rebecca was only accompanied by Pauline. My cousin's girlfriend left the room when I arrived, throwing me what seemed to be her first look of pleasure. I was surprised, but I thought it was just an effect of the madness of that day.“How are you? “I asked Rebecca.She was sitting on the bed, with her hands crossed on her lap and staring at the emptiness."I'm fine, just trying to absorb.”"Do you want to know his reasons? “I asked.Becca denied it with her head."I know they will never be enough. I've never done anything against him. And I should never have gone through what I went through.”Becca's voice became trembling at the end of her sentence, and I felt
Madeleine and Raphael were really at the place where Finley had sent me, but unfortunately the damn Donovan had set traps around the place. That day seemed to be the day I would die, or that the son of a bitch planned to be my end, but it wasn't. Luckily, or perhaps because they got tired of being incompetent, the police did their job of protecting me before I reached the destination that was supposed to be my end.As they found me, it would take me a while to know that it was because Mark was tracking me clandestinely. The damn investigator was suspicious of my steps "he still had that ridiculous idea that me or my sister were behind Joana's murder and trying to cover everything up," and that's what ensured that he would send a car to the scene. But I found out about the bombs in the worst possible way, watching the death of more innocents.If he were put on a paper, that day, Donovan would take at least a life sentence for the amount of deaths he had caused. In fact, it was those de
"Why are you doing this? "I asked in desperation, knowing that my voice would come out absurdly loud on the phone. "Madeleine never did anything against anyone. Raphael doesn't deserve any of this. If you want me, come pick me up.”“Oh, no, dog. I can't. Did you forget that you put me in jail? "He made fun of him, giggling. "And don't do so much drama, you just have to choose a name, and then it ends. At least that part, since I have some surprises for you after that.”"How the hell are you calling me if you're still stuck?”"I have some privileges.”"And how are you planning things if you can't get out of there?”"I'm still just the spokesman, dog," he said, looking so comfortable on the phone, that I swore I would be sitting with my legs up, and not in a police phone booth. It was outrageous that he had time for that kind of thing. I was outraged, but I couldn't prove it. "And I'm calling so you can decide which of your close friends should survive. Think about it, I could very well
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here? "I besieged no one in particular, and I didn't even have an answer, because everyone was giving priority to surround me and try to take me safely to the car. Unfortunately, many of my security guards were being hit at that act. Everything to keep me alive, because the intention of the men who opened fire on us was simply to kill me. "How could this be happening?”"Stay behind me, boss," Tyler asked, shooting mercilessly at men who didn't even bother to wear masks, since they were really planning to end my life that day. "We were betrayed in some way.”Betrayed because only my team knew where I was going or coming throughout my day, and that team was carefully chosen to maintain the secrecy of my routine. And if those people were linked to my number one enemy, or to the gangs that wanted my blood every day, they were there, then that meant that someone from inside had passed on the news. In the midst of chaos, I felt my cell phone vi
"But how can I have my period normally? "I asked in despair, my eyes could barely see the test lines in Pauline's hand. I leaned even more against the door, ending up sitting on the floor. Suddenly, my stomach seemed not to know what its function was, and I felt extremely nauseous and with blurred views. “Pauline, that can't be true. Fred and I are barely having sex... I mean, we are, but not as often as before. In addition, pain remedies and antibiotics are too strong for a pregnancy to happen. The doctors told me about it in the hospital. In fact, they made it very clear that due to the lack of menstruation, I wouldn't ovulate. That's why Fred and I rely so much on not using any condoms, since I couldn't use the pill either. This is simply impossible to happen.”"But you told me that your period is in a much smaller flow and on irregular days," said Pauline, tilting her head lightly. I hadn't even noticed that she was sitting next to me, staring at the test as if he were the child h
"What is your real doubt? " Pauline asked, separating my medicines by schedules inside plastic coconuts."Well, I have several, especially about this virus," I explained after a long sigh. "I don't feel well, I had to end the self-defense class earlier today. I just wanted to lie down and be silent for as long as possible, but someone is always coming in to know how I am and if I'm still alive. I don't want to do anything in my life today. I think this is a very serious symptom.”Pauline laughed, moving away from the nightstand where she had put the medicines of the day. She only offered me a glass of water and baking soda, because I had complained about a strange feeling in the mouth of her stomach. It wasn't nausea or heartburn, but something so weird that I just wanted to lie down and complain all day.Moura didn't like that I had said I couldn't stand the stride of a full class, and left grumbling with Elijah who didn't know why he put her in situations of training people who didn
August Spencil was the dumbest man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting on the face of the earth.The worst part was knowing that he had some shares of my company and claimed to be a partner, but if everything depended on him, I would be bankrupt before sunset. I didn't know how Maddie had dealt with him in recent months, but I was already planning to buy a new car for her in thanks, because putting up with August was not an easy job for anyone. The man had such big shitty ideas that he couldn't take it seriously."It's just that you're not listening to me, Fred," said August, for what seemed to be the thousandth time. And I wished I wasn't in that car with him, I wished I wasn't going on a two-hour trip with him, and that I didn't have the blessed idea of giving a ride to that asshole. But no matter how big my will was, I couldn't make time come back. "I've already said that Canadians are trying to pass us back. They are almost infiltrating people in our company, just to know wha
The months seemed to pass absurdly quickly. In the blink of an eye, two of them passed by. Two months in which Elide remained trapped and saying that he would only recognize his accomplice if he heard his voice. The men who tortured me kept silent. They did not have lawyers, unlike Elide, who hired only the best of the entire state. Fred was also committed to listening to what Elide had to say, so he continually visited her on the days when the police tried to interrogate her.Meanwhile, my health improved, at least, on the one hand. Around two weeks before, I started to feel tired and with a ringing in my ear that didn't pass at all. I visited medical specialists, and everyone said the same thing: that it was probably something emotional, that there were no infections and no reasons for me to get so upset with that strange sound inside a single ear. The point is that I barely slept at night, and in the morning, I woke up very early to train with Elijah and Moura.Moura was a former s