BOLTS APARTFrank returned with a bottle of vodka and a smile. Clara sat down next to him and nestled against his chest."Ah, I needed this today, some drinks and a shoulder to lean on, you know?" Clara said."No sex, of course, right? I was just joking when I invited you, just so you know. I noticed you had been crying and wanted to know if you want to talk about it," Frank replied."You're adorable, but I'm fine now," Clara reassured him."Bad day?" Frank asked."Bad night too," she replied, looking up at him and kissing him. His lips were soft and tasted like vodka. Frank responded to her kiss, enveloping her lips with his. Their tongues intertwined, and the kiss grew more intense. Clara was careful not to put too much weight on him, aware of his physical condition. She adjusted herself on the couch to kiss him better."Clara, my dear," Frank gently pushed her away. "You're delightful, but can we just stick to drinking?""Oh, of course, I'm sorry, Frank," she moved away from him."
NEIGHBOUR MÁRCIAClara just needed to leave. She stopped by her own house, where everything was silent. Dalia must be sleeping, and she had no idea where Otávio was. Whether he was still at her house or at his own, or rather, all the houses there belonged to him!She didn't say goodbye to anyone in the condominium. She simply grabbed her purse and left. She felt somewhat detached, exiting through the main gate and running into Lara, who was arriving. The girl was all smiles, completely unaware of everything that was happening."Where are you going, babe?" Lara asked, wearing denim overalls, her hair still damp from what seemed like a taxi ride. She kissed Clara on the cheek and noticed that something had happened. "What's wrong, Clara?""I just need to get out of here!""Let's go." Lara took her hand and led her to the sidewalk on the other side of the street, where a taxi was waiting for passengers. They got in, and Clara burst into tears.Lara allowed her to cry the entire way, hudd
RADICAL CHANGES"Dália? What are you doing here?" Clara looked at the woman in astonishment.Márcia also looked, curious to know who the elegant lady was in her humble house."I just spoke with Megan a little while ago," Dália announced, then looking at Lara, she asked, "May I come in?""Oh my God, Dália, of course. Come in, please!" Lara pulled her inside by the hand."Let's leave them to talk, Márcia. Shall we go to your house?" Lara called the neighbour, but she didn't move a muscle. She was still staring at Dália."I don't think there's a need, right, Dália? We're all friends here. This is Márcia, Lara's neighbour and friend.""Clara, are you sure? It's not a secret what we're going to talk about," Dália turned to Lara. "Can I make some coffee?""Of course, we were about to prepare dinner, but coffee sounds great." Lara placed the ingredients and the kettle on the counter for the woman to make the beverage she believed to be therapeutic. Dália could make coffee anywhere, at any ti
BARBECUE AMONG FRIENDSThere were many things to think about. She suddenly knew that her friend not only loved her but also had immense gratitude towards her. Dália had touched her heart deeply by expressing how grateful she was for helping her with Gerard, her abusive ex-husband. She spoke about how she had touched so many people, and now she had her own house, in an upscale condominium no less!She discovered that her friend was the owner of Paradise, and then she learned so much more. The bitterness of Otávio's rejection still lingered in her mouth, but it was somewhat alleviated by knowing how much his mother was rooting for her. The bitterness was eased when she learned that, on the contrary, she would love to be her mother-in-law, and that meant a lot. Being Dália's daughter-in-law was a gift to her, far more special than anything else the woman could give her. The acceptance, the affection she had shown towards Clara, was priceless.She felt that Dália knew that a relationship
TO ACCEPT OR NOT, THAT IS THE QUESTIONClara fell asleep with a smile on her face because of her friend's message. She truly believed that Megan knew everything, and she wouldn't feel at ease if Megan didn't know. She wouldn't feel calm, as calm as she was, if she thought her friend would end up on the streets after giving her the studio apartment. Before surrendering to sleep, she had checked Otávio's status as well, and he was still online. It might have been her imagination playing tricks on her, but before they got closer, as close as they could get, he never appeared online. But that must have been all in her head, just a coincidence.In the morning, Megan stopped by Lara's house and found both of them still in bed. As expected, Márcia was outside and accompanied her to the neighbour's door, knocking on it."What the hell, Márcia, we were still sleeping!" Lara opened the door with sleepy eyes. But when she saw Megan, she smiled."It's already seven in the morning, you lazy girls!
SHARED BATHROOMSShe felt a chill run through her as she saw his name."What's wrong?" Megan looked at her."A message from Otávio. He sent me a message!""Open it!"And Clara opened the message with her heart pounding:"Hi, Clara. They told me you had returned to your old house. I've been here for two hours, and you're not answering.""He went to my old address!" Clara looked at her friend in disbelief."Oh my God. The guy is really crazy! What should we do?""I don't know. What do you think I should reply?""Tell him you're working... no!" Megan took the phone from her hand, preventing her from responding to him. "I'll go there. Let me go there and tell him that you're working and that you'll be going to your father's house from work and staying there for a few days." Megan looked at her, pleased with the idea she had."Perfect! I won't reply to him. It'll be good for him to feel the torture of not getting a response.""Exactly, let's treat him like a normal guy and give him a hard
JUST KISS ME, PLEASE!It was a lot to take in, and Clara didn't know what to say to him after so many revelations coming from him. She now knew him better than a few hours ago, he was opening his heart to her, and she could even say he was desperate, although he didn't show it. She felt that he regretted kicking her out of the condominium."You kicked me out of Paradise, Otávio!" she said, and damn it, that's how he acted, that's exactly what he did, and now was the time for her to throw it back in his face. Since he was acting like a human, she would treat him like one, normally. "You hurt me, made me desperate, made me cry.""I know, forgive me.""You kicked me out!""I'm sorry. I should have never done that.""Did your mother ask you to come and apologise to me?""No. She doesn't even know I came."They both fell silent for a moment, until he spoke again."What can I do to make you forgive me?"She wanted to seize the opportunity and ask him to kiss her, but she couldn't do that to
A DIFFERENT KIND OF PLEASUREHe remained looking at her for an eternity. He didn't say anything, but he looked at her deeply, and Clara felt that it was already enough intimacy. It was as if he was kissing her or making love to her. Just that gaze of his was the utmost intimacy she needed from him. The satisfaction of having him looking at her with such intensity was a million times more intense than holding Donizete's hand in Sunday school.Forgotten were the tears that streamed down her face, she didn't close her eyes when he approached her inch by inch. She didn't close her eyes when his crooked teeth got closer to her wet face. She could see his red lips so close, and there was no greater intimacy than that. As he got closer, a hand, the same hand that held hers on the table, rose to her face and rested on her chin. Now his palm was warm, no longer cold like when she held it, and the warm touch of his hand on her face almost melted her. His thumb was on her chin, his long fingers
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