- Okay, thank you for answering in the name of God. By the way, I think you're still my god... Only Greek. When I'm by your side, it's like nothing else exists, just you and me.He placed his finger on a panel on the door, causing it to automatically open.- Okay, should I cut your finger when I need to get in? That's it? - I started to laugh.- I'm God! He yelled, opening his arms as he entered and the lights automatically turned on.I stood just as the door closed, taking in everything around me, trying not to marvel at the view. The place was just gigantic. A living room with L-shaped sofas and white carpet (yes, who, in their normal state, would put white carpets in the living room, for others to step on with their shoes?). As the space was large, the room, even in enormous size, seemed to dance on the light gray floor, which looked more like a mirror.Behind, all you could see was glass and blackout curtains, open, showing the whole city. A glass staircase (yes, I said glass stai
Hector opened his eyes and looked at me, taking his time, making each minute seem like an hour:"You can..." he said in a weak voice.I approached him, slowly, knowing that maybe it would be the last kiss, the last time, as our encounters always were: an unknown, a mixture of emotions and feelings always on the edge... So every second needed to be put to good use.I knelt down and touched his neck, feeling him shudder under my touch. I smiled and brought my lips to his, closing my eyes and letting the moment take me to heaven, which was how I felt when I was next to him.Hector's lips encircled mine, gently sucking them. I felt his hands running down my back, slick with foam, and I was completely turned on.That kiss felt like a punishment, without me being able to feel his tongue, as if he wanted to test how much I could bear while that touch didn't get as intimate as I wanted.From his neck, my hands went to his shoulders, which I smoothed down to his chest. Then his tongue entered
I felt my body soften:- I need a spoon - I said, without meaning to.- I have several ... But my hands can do that too - he looked at me. – Remove your panties and melt in my arms, Bárbara Novaes.- Wait... Fourth question... - I said, with difficulty.- There were three.- I don't do agreements.- And I don't know this? - Laughed.- You are drunk?- Not much... - He confessed.I pushed him towards the bed, while he fell into a sitting position.- The answers weren't exactly what I expected ... But they seemed sincere.- I was honest, even with your questions being the craziest I've ever been asked in my life.- I'll dance for you... In my panties... On the pole of the pole dance. – he said, putting the music back on.His eyes didn't leave mine as I danced to the beat singing while looking into his eyes, " Words don't come easy to me, how can I find a way, for you to see that I love you, words don't come easy."- Do you want to finish me, disqualified? he asked, not moving from where
I gathered my clothes, feeling sad and angry at the same time.- I gave a chance to what I was feeling and you destroyed everything - he said - This fucking love doesn't exist. I wrote what I really felt in that message.- I have no doubts... Since the part that I was just another one that passed by your bed. - I laughed, bitterly, while putting on the blouse.I went to get the panties, which he ran his hand over them quickly, before I did. I stared at him, with my hand towards him:- Give me back!- No way. It's the fifth. He arched his brow playfully.- Are you going to burn it or throw it away with the others? I tried to take it, but he raised his arm with it in his possession, not giving me the chance.- You don't need my fucking panties. I screamed furiously, jumping with my hands trying to reach as he laughed, playing with my pain.- I won't deliver. - He spoke firmly.I wasn't going to beg for worthless panties. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and splashed water on my f
- Do you not understand? In addition to all my confusion about everything that's going on, you're bringing me more trouble when you're really supposed to help? Ah, I don't want you in this house anymore, or in my daughter's life.He laughed, scornfully:- "His daughter?- Mine... Yes, mine. I'm the one who takes care of her. Salma is gone and you know very well the relationship we had.- Yet she will never be “yours”.I felt a tear trickle down my right eye, wiping it hard:- Of everything you can say to get to me, touching her name is the worst way. If you knew how I feel about this child, you would never hurt me this way.- Enough of being nice to you, Babi.- Did you ever go?- Believe me, I did.He turned his back and left. I closed the door and stood there for a while, letting the tears flow. How many times would I still hear in my life that Maria Lua was not my daughter? It was like a stab to my heart. What I felt for that girl was greater than anything I'd ever felt in my life.
There was no escaping the truth. We had to summarize in a few minutes how Maria Lua came into the world. When we were done, my grandmother sat on the bed and stared at me:- How did Salma get pregnant with Hector?- And will I know the details? The truth is that he didn't use a condom, or Maria Lua wouldn't be here right now.- But she ran away from him for fear of Hector knowing she was pregnant?- Certainly yes, or you wouldn't have problems showing yourself to him, grandma. I try to understand and I can't. At first I had anger, hatred, jealousy. Then I tried to get into Salma's mind and retrieve things she had told us , like planned pregnancy, we would all be rich and all. Turns out I got involved with Hector later and I think she was upset. I don't even know if there were feelings between them.- Of course there wasn't - Ben said - Salma always made it clear that the baby's father didn't know about his existence. So it will come as a shock to Thorzinho, Mandy.- But if they have a
- Alan? Did my mother and Allan have a relationship?- They met when Beatriz was very young, from 15 to 16 years old. He was no more than 18. At that time we were a wealthy family and Allan was a poor man... Very poor. Her grandfather didn't accept their relationship at all, even though Allan had come to ask for our daughter's hand respectfully. She took a deep breath.- Money? status? Was this the fuck always the reason for everything?- Ironically, today Allan Casanova owns an empire and the Novaes are what's left of a family destroyed by the lack of their only daughter.- My God! And I am the daughter... Of Allan? And if I'm not Hector's sister... Is he adopted? I frowned, trying to understand something that wasn't in my head.- Beatriz loved Allan. And left with him, leaving everything behind. We haven't heard from her for almost a year.- You didn't intervene in all this, grandma?- I was submissive to your grandfather. I only managed to stabilize myself emotionally and let go of
- I honestly don't understand where you're going. - I acted like I didn't understand.She laughed ironically, her lips barely able to move, from so many cosmetic procedures:- Yes, you understand. It's very smart! He punched his belly. I knew it! You never deceived me. It may have deceived Hector, Allan and even my daughter. But I have years of experience with women of your type.I met her gaze:- I can bet you do. Where does the scam for money come from? You're the teacher, aren't you? If you're so smart, why haven't you ever taken Cindy Connor away from Hector? Why did you let Allan get involved with Sebastian's mother? Or will you tell me that in these cases your cleverness didn't work out so well.- You're more into everything that happens in my family than I imagined, isn't it? “You” fear Cindy Connor”—she laughed, her finger still pointing at me—“I don't fear Cindy Connor. But yes, she is a strong candidate to end her little game of taking everything away from Hector. After all,