Salma sat up in bed:- I'm sorry I talked about you and Hector to Daniel.- It's all right. I just... I don't want anyone to know but the two of you.- I will respect your wish, as you respected mine not to see you in our house that night. She touched my face affectionately.- Where's Daniel? – Ben asked.- I turned him down.- Dismissed? I asked.- I sent him away. Because I knew something had happened to Ben. He never comes home like this... Quiet.Ben smiled:- That's what's strange, my loves. I was supposed to be screaming right now. And I just can't. I'm completely stuck. My heart is strange, my body does not obey me. I may have come smiling from the Motel to here, you know?- Yea. – we both said, starting to laugh.- Okay, I also want to say something. – Salma said.- That's good, Miss Salma. It's been a while since you opened up to us. - I spoke.- Ah... I can't be as open a book as you are. But just so you know, I have a journal. And there I write everything I would like to sa
I arrived from Perrone and opened the door of the building, coming face to face with an old motorcycle in the corner. I didn't even know if it was allowed to put that in there. Not even bicycles were left there, near the door, blocking the passage up the stairs. It would be a good idea to put it inside the elevator. At least it would be good for something, as it was now completely spoiled.I climbed two stairs and came back, looking at the motorcycle again. Despite being battered by time, she remained beautiful. I remember seeing that model in magazines many years ago, when I was barely in my teens. I had a certain passion for motorcycles, even though I only rode one a few times.Jardel bought a motorcycle once. I rode for a while and he let me drive for a few minutes. I remember it was one of the best feelings of freedom I've ever had. A short time later he traded his motorcycle for cocaine.I went upstairs again, trying to push the bad thoughts away. How difficult it was to get rid
I started the engine and felt him hold on tight, looking scared.- Do you swear you never got on a motorcycle? I asked.- I swear... I hate anything that only has two wheels.- Enjoy the ride and don't be afraid, Hector. I'll bring you alive , I swear!Hector squeezed me even tighter and I felt his chin on my shoulder. I don't know if he was enjoying the ride or was just deliberately rubbing himself against me.His hands suddenly went inside my jacket and he touched my breasts, making me shiver.I felt his face tighten and I fixed the rearview mirror, noticing the smirk as he stared at myself in the mirror:- Do you like it, Barbara? – he asked in my ear as he stroked me.- Yes... - I confessed, without realizing it.The smile was even more beautiful now and our eyes met in the mirror.- I missed you... I missed you so much. He bit my earlobe.- Hector, you're distracting me... - I said as I left the back streets.- Do you swear? Why even while heading towards the highway? Should you
I continued blatantly masturbating him as he drove. Just me, sex withdrawal. Since I met Hector my sex life has been turned upside down... And that was too good. The fact that I knew how much he wanted me drove me crazy to provoke him... To later relive everything I felt, like when he fucked me hard in the elevator, while worrying if I was okay or feeling anything. pain.And I deserved what the heavens divine lord was giving me. That Greek god was every woman's dream. But he was mine... at least for the moment... and after he was done with the other two women he had. Naughty, disgusting, vulgar, bad, miserable, despicable... Or simply “disqualified”.A disqualified man who came back from a trip and could have been anywhere ... But he was riding with me on an old motorcycle on the freeway in the capital of Noriah North, leaving a car worth more than I would earn in a lifetime of work in the hands of my best. friend.We passed almost without noticing a police car parked on the road, wit
- I would also like to understand what I do here, Deputy. - I said, looking at him seriously and returning to my posture, letting go of Barbara's hand.The Delegate took a few steps forward and I saw one of my lawyers, Lauro.- Hector? He looked at me confused. – Why is my client in a cell? - addressed the delegate.- I'm trying to understand, doctor. He looked at the Cops, who shrugged.The cell was opened and I left, going immediately to Barbara's.- Open hers. - I ordered. - Now!- She... doesn't have a lawyer. And no one posted the bail. – The delegate explained.- They just posted Miss Novaes' bail. – The female police officer came and handed a paper to the delegate. “And she has a lawyer too.Barbara looked at me confused and her cell was opened. I didn't worry about anything and hugged her tightly. I didn't care what those people did or said. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. But she seemed less scared than I was with everything that had happened. That woman was a fortre
I was afraid to answer the question. Barbara tested me all the time and anything I said could be used against me in the future, by herself.Yes, officially Cindy was my wife and not Milena. Because I didn't eat Milena. He didn't even kiss her with his tongue. In fact, we barely saw each other. Fuck, why did I even go through with this ridiculous engagement? And I was just wondering about it now, because Barbara wanted a thousand details about everything.If I was faithful to Cindy, even though she was good in bed, and I still thought I liked being with her? So-so.Of course, Barbara will think I'll never be a faithful man. The thing is, I've never been as crazy about a woman as I was about her. Would I be faithful to Barbara? I'm not sure. I would only know if I were with her. We only had sex once... Still I wanted so much more from her... I was a fucking man who thought about her all day... And dreamed about her at night. Out of nowhere, I found myself thinking about her kiss, her ey
- Because? Celine thinks she needs a job to distract herself. She just stays at home and when she goes out she goes to the mall to shop. Milena doesn't even want to travel anymore.- A job for Milena doesn't have to be exactly the position of vice-president of North B. And let it be clear that I'm not referring to her as a man who knows her, an almost relative... But as a professional and CEO of North B.- Maybe you're right.- Want me to pay her a vice president salary, I can do that. But exercising the functions of the position is out of the question. I need someone who really helps me and understands about the company and what needs to be done.- Have you ever thought of anyone?- Yes, I had thought about Barbara.- She's not mature enough. Not yet... And you know getting her out of Perrone will be difficult. Sebastian must be doing everything he can to get her to stay there. Especially when she knows you're... "Interested" in her... Not to mention passionate. - Laughed, ironically
- I only want you kneeling if it's between my legs, Hector.Fuck, did I just say that? Who are you, Barbara Novaes? What is this feeling that seems to blind you? What is this thing, that makes the butterflies in your stomach constant, you run out of air, your heart races and when you don't see this man, he still won't leave your mind?Apparently he didn't expect the answer I gave either, because he was a little without action.- I'll change clothes... I promise to be quick.- Take as long as you want... I just can't guarantee that I'll bear to wait here and not invade your room.- Yes, you will... You've just asked a woman in her pajamas, fresh out of bed, on a date. So get anything, Heitor Casanova. I smiled and ran towards the room.As soon as I opened the door, Ben was rummaging through my closet, with all the doors wide open.- What you are doing? - I was confused. “Wasn't you in your bed, dreaming about angels…or demons?I looked at the bed and on it was a tiny lacy white lingeri