A romantic comedy whose main focus is Clara and Otávio. There are several characters, each with their importance. Clara goes to live in the Paradise condominium, at the invitation of her best friend, and there she meets Otávio, a young man who, in addition to being a millionaire, is different from anyone she has ever met. She is enchanted by him, but he never had a relationship and never wanted one. A young virgin, and rude who does not know how to relate, does not understand the feelings that encompass him. With many twists and turns, this book will sweep you from the first page to the last!
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“ You are very curious about everything, Clara.” Take it easy and enjoy the process. I guarantee you there will be lots of sex, lots of drinking, and music."
" Groupe sex?"
" For sure. So relax and enjoy it, trust me, tonight is our night and I only brought it because I know that's what you need."
" I promise to relax."
" That's the way I like it. Then I will answer you whatever you want, and you know that you may never come here again, so keep in mind that you should take advantage of this one chance."
Clara and Megan were parking the car where Megan lived, and Clara was amazed to be getting to know, especially now, the apartment where her friend lived.
They had been friends for almost five years and Megan had not left Clara's apartment, where she had lived since she graduated. Megan always told her friends that the residential, the condominium where she lived was very demanding with visitors and she could pay a huge fine if she broke any rules. According to Megan, today would be a special day and she couldn't stay out of it, since it was a struggle to be accepted.
It looked like a large group of houses, like a condominium, but more like a farmhouse. Clara had never seen anything like it. There must have been hundreds of meters of space, much larger than a farm, and the houses, one next to the other and some very far apart.
" How can this place be so close to the city and I have never seen it, since I always take the highway? " Clara remained inside the car, a bit flabbergasted."
" Come on, get down! " Megan was anxious and was waiting for her outside.
The two had changed for the party, but nothing too fancy, as Megan had indicated. I told her that at her house there were plenty of clothes and that they could dress up later.
" It's a good thing I didn't come by car," said Clara as she got out of the car and saw that they were on the ground. Some old posts, another thing she noticed, looked like those from the last century, and even the hanging lights were yellowish. The first house she came across was well lit; seventies style with its Arabesque eaves, floor to ceiling shutters and stained glass windows. A wooden rooster at the top of the roof ledge swirled in the faint night breeze. And like a farmhouse, there was no wall and Megan entered, the door was open and the two entered, Clara behind her friend, holding her elbow.
" Do you live in the first house? " she asked her friend.
" No, not necessarily. There are eleven houses and I live in... ah, I live a little in each one.
" I don't understand."
" Go figure."
They entered the room and it was very large indeed. A mixture of furniture, a profusion of colors and in some pieces of furniture, total neutrality. There was a grand piano in the corner, a beautiful peacock statue beside the beautiful white furniture, paintings, pictures of many people and even though she was just passing by, she could see among some pictures on a sideboard, Megan smiling and hugging more people who also seemed very happy. They walked down a long, wide corridor and passed some closed doors and Clara counted at least eight doors, were they bedrooms?
At the end of the corridor they were in the kitchen and there they met a young man.
" Hi, Philip," greeted Megan. " This is Clara, my friend that I have told you about dozens of times.They entered the room and it was very large indeed. A mixture of furniture, a profusion of colors and in some pieces of furniture, total neutrality. There was a grand piano in the corner, a beautiful peacock statue beside the beautiful white furniture, paintings, pictures of many people and even though she was just passing by, she could see among some pictures on a sideboard, Megan smiling and hugging more people who also seemed very happy. They walked down a long, wide corridor and passed some closed doors and Clara counted at least eight doors, were they bedrooms?
At the end of the corridor they were in the kitchen and there they met a young man.
" Hi, Philip," greeted Megan. " This is Clara, my friend that I have told you about dozens of times.
Philip approached the two of them. He was about twenty"eight years old, skinny, with no shirt, you could almost see his bones under his skin. Barefoot and wearing shorts, he came with his hand outstretched to greet them. The boy's smile looked genuine, big and very white teeth, very short hair, military style, and shrewd eyes.
" Hundreds or thousands of times, my dear. Hello, Clara, nice to finally meet you. Megan speaks a lot about you and we were all curious to meet you.
His handshake was strong and almost crushed the girl's fingers.
" She has told me a lot about you too, Philip. A pleasure to meet you too.
" I was just getting a beer, can I get you one? " He offered.
" No, thanks, who knows…”
" Yes, she does! " interrupted Megan. " Come, choose a drink.”
Megan didn't accept her no, so she opened the two"door refrigerator and stood inside, choosing something to drink.
Philip looked at Clara and shrugged with a smile.
" You'd better have some," he warned her. " You'll thank me later.”
" Hey, what are you guys planning around here today? You're starting to worry me.” She smiled and accepted the beer her friend offered her.
" Relax, we're all calm here, you'll see.” Lipe reassured her. “I'm going to the big house right now, don't you see?”
" We're going. I just dropped by because I want to wear a jumpsuit that I think is here, if not here, it's in the third house, on Wednesday, Thursday, oh, I don't know. Tell them we'll be there in twenty minutes tops.”
" You look great, you both do.”
" Oh, you know how we are, women," Megan said and pulled Clara by the arm. " Come on, in this closet there might be even more of my clothes, if you want, you can take any of them.”
Clara followed her, and as Philip said, she was feeling fine in the little dress she wore, and the low sandals with straps that crossed her shins. Her hair was loose, she had cut it the day before and loved the result. Her straight brown hair had a slight curl that she liked to do with a brush and years of practice, in minutes she could do as many curls as she wished.
They went through a few closed doors, and only at the fifth door, which was also closed. Megan opened her hand.
Philip approached the two of them. He was about twenty"eight years old, skinny, with no shirt, you could almost see his bones under his skin. Barefoot and wearing shorts, he came with his hand outstretched to greet them. The boy's smile looked genuine, big and very white teeth, very short hair, military style, and shrewd eyes.
" Hundreds or thousands of times, my dear. Hello, Clara, nice to finally meet you. Megan speaks a lot about you and we were all curious to meet you.
His handshake was strong and almost crushed the girl's fingers.
" She has told me a lot about you too, Philip. A pleasure to meet you too.
" I was just getting a beer, can I get you one? " He offered.
" No, thanks, who knows..."
" Yes, she does! " interrupted Megan. " Come, choose a drink."
Megan didn't accept her no, so she opened the two"door refrigerator and stood inside, choosing something to drink.
Philip looked at Clara and shrugged with a smile.
" You'd better have some," he warned her. " You'll thank me later.
" Hey, what are you guys planning around here today? You're starting to worry me. " She smiled and accepted the beer her friend offered her.
" Relax, we're all calm here, you'll see. " Lipe reassured her. " I'm going to the big house right now, don't you see?"
" We're going. I just dropped by because I want to wear a jumpsuit that I think is here, if not here, it's in the third house, on Wednesday, Thursday, oh, I don't know. Tell them we'll be there in twenty minutes tops."
" You look great, you both do."
" Oh, you know how we are, women," Megan said and pulled Clara by the arm. " Come on, in this closet there might be even more of my clothes, if you want, you can take any of them.
Clara followed her, and as Philip said, she was feeling fine in the little dress she wore, and the low sandals with straps that crossed her shins. Her hair was loose, she had cut it the day before and loved the result. Her straight brown hair had a slight curl that she liked to do with a brush and years of practice, in minutes she could do as many curls as she wished.
They went through a few closed doors, and only at the fifth door " which was also closed " Megan opened her hand.
It wasn't the room itself that perplexed Clara. It was a room with old furniture, the bed must have been two of the normal ones, iron, very old and tall. A closet that should take half a dozen men to move it out of place and a fluffy white rug surrounded the bed. None of this baffled her, but the couple having sex did!
She stalled, her face instantly flushed. She thought they would be kicked out of there in seconds, she thought Megan could move in with her, they could find a bigger house or apartment. Many things went through her mind in milliseconds, including the fine her friend would have to pay for invasion of privacy or whatever.
" What a delight, huh? " To her total disbelief, her friend walked over to the bed and slapped the person upstairs on the butt. Hello? What was that?
Clara remained static beside the door, without any action, barely breathing.
" A delight to behold, no? " She then looked at her friend, who blinked. What was going on here?
Following her friend's gaze, she then looked at the couple and knew that their eyes were frighteningly wide open, as well as their mouths.
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco
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