BONUS DAMIEN- You're a terrible best friend. - Nicholas complained, making me laugh as he opened the refrigerator.- Thank you, Nicholas. - I replied as I grabbed two cans of soda.- I'm sure you prefer brunettes. - I turned around and found Nicholas sitting in my armchair. - So that's why you declined my invitation. - He gestured to the computer.At this point I remembered that I had left my photo with Ellen on the screen. I left the cans on the fridge and went back to my desk.- Get out. - I ordered.- Don't get angry. - He stretched out in the armchair and crossed his feet. - I like her. And I think your surname matches her name.- Get out, Nicholas. - I growled nervously.He shrugged off my threat and got up. However, he continued to make fun of me.- Mrs. Ellen Mason. I can already see the box with the old Jack Daniels arriving at my house. - He clapped his hand on my shoulder again. - And then the children, the dogs. Very tragic.- Don't be an idiot. - I grumbled and turned off
BONUS DAMIENI was happy with the result.I got the staff to organize the room the way I wanted. Moving the furniture aside and leaving a considerable amount of space for thethat I would need. Then, with the help of the internet, I arranged the rest of the details for the surprise. Now I just had to wait for it. E It wasn't long before I saw her coming down the stairs. I didn't know how that could be possible. Every time I saw her, she looked more beautiful. Her hair was partially pinned up on thethe sides. Her face was lightly made up and her body was wrapped in a dress of ambiguous hues. Between green and blue, pleated by gold brooches on one side of her waist.- You look beautiful, Ellen. - I spoke up to attract her attention.Ellen looked at me and smiled, but then her eyes wandered around the room. It didn't take long for her to understand my intention.- No.I smiled when she looked at me terrified.- You want this. - I walked over to her and held out my hand.- No, no. - She
Santiago was married, I knew that. But I didn't expect him to be accompanied by his whole family for dinner. But when we arrived, we were greeted by his wife Teresa and their daughter Aurora. Ellen seemed a little tense when we arrived. Perhaps she was afraid she wouldn't be able to follow the conversation because of the difference in languages, but both Ignacio and his wife spoke Portuguese. Another surprise.I had expected Santiago to be multilingual like me and the other big international businessmen, but not his wife. At the end of the introductions, we sat down at the table.You have a beautiful property, Santiago. I thought about building a resort in Pérola, but I didn't go ahead with the project and I just maintain the island.The resort was really beautiful and the outdoor restaurant perfectly combined refinement and casualness. It was built with every possible comfort and with a special large lounge for more stormy days. days.It's a good investment Damien and keeps the islan
BONUS DAMIEN The drive home was silent. Ellen was next to me in the car, but she was absorbed and focused on her phone. I guessed that she was checking on her brothers in Brazil. It was at that moment that I began to calculate what I was doing. Ellen wasn't like the others I'd met. She couldn't be. She hadn't done me any harm and she even cared about me. So what right did I have to snatch away what little hope she still had? left? If she wanted to believe in love, she should have that right. But at the same time, I'd never wanted any woman like I wanted her. No I couldn't forget her easily. When we arrived at the house, I helped her out of the car and we drove in silence. Why was I having a crisis of conscience? She wanted me too. It wouldn't be so bad and we were in a contract. - We could pick up where we left off. - I couldn't help myself as we crossed the corridor to her room. I pulled her into my arms and she gasped. - What? - You know that running away prolongs but doesn't re
The drive home was silent. Ellen was next to me in the car, but she was absorbed and focused on her phone. I guessed that she was checking on her brothers in Brazil. It was at that moment that I began to calculate what I was doing. Ellen wasn't like the others I'd met. She couldn't be. She hadn't done me any harm and she even cared about me. So what right did I have to snatch away what little hope she still had? left? If she wanted to believe in love, she should have that right. But at the same time, I'd never wanted any woman like I wanted her. No I couldn't forget her easily.When we arrived at the house, I helped her out of the car and we drove in silence. Why was I having a crisis of conscience? She wanted me too. It wouldn't be so bad and we were in a contract.- We could pick up where we left off. - I couldn't help myself as we crossed the corridor to her room. I pulled her into my arms and she gasped.- What?- You know that running away prolongs but doesn't resolve our situati
I opened my eyes, but didn't move on the bed. I took a deep breath of the sweet smell of her skin and ran my fingers down her bare back, feeling her calm breathing close to my neck.I remembered the moment I woke up to her sobs in the middle of the night. For a moment I thought she regretted our time together, but then she told me about the nightmare and I saw the anguished look on her face, even in the darkness of the night. It was then that I did the unthinkable. I hugged her and made a promise. Even though I knew I couldn't keep it. I lowered my face and watched as her sleeping countenance rested on my right shoulder. I felt a strange emotion growing inside me. The same one that ran down my spine throughout our night together. The feeling grew with every beat of her heart against my chest, suffocating my stomach and altering my breathing. breathing. It was strange and it was her. She was causing me these sensations. Suddenly everything was summed up there. Everything that really m
The journey to Buenos Aires was awful.Ellen was by my side, but she was already far away from me. Again, her stern countenance was her way of protecting herself. I couldn't blame her for not wanting to talk to me. I had been a scoundrel and deserved all the honors of the position, but I still stood my ground. We arrived at the hotel just after three in the afternoon. I asked for just one suite for the two of us. I wanted to spend the remaining time near her, even with the whole situation. She didn't say anything when we entered the room, but I felt obliged to point it out:- I'm staying here. I have some documents to organize. - I didn't look at her. - You can have the bedroom.- Thank you for your generosity. - She finally addressed me, her tone sharp.Then she turned to leave, but I intercepted her:- We need to talk. - I didn't want to stay in that bad situation with her. - This is going too far.Ellen stared at me with flaming eyes.Pain and anger mixed together.- You're right a
-David was sleeping peacefully in the pediatric oncology ward. His face was serene and his breathing indicated that he was already in a deep sleep.I was relieved to see him free of the devices that had haunted him for some time, until his condition stabilized and the chemotherapy treatment began. treatment began. The first three weeks were the worst. David suffered from the strong effects of the medication and had his hair shaved off. I stayed with him at all times, holding his hand. But David proved stronger than all of us. He faced the situation with the courage of a man. I think he kept his hand in mine just so I wouldn't fall apart. Our whole family pulled together for David. Friends came to support us and even No Chance came to talk to me and say he was willing to help. At first, what worried everyone was the cost of treatment and that's when my story with Damien came up. I had to explain that the treatment was guaranteed, but for that I had to explain Damien. He also explain