- I'm sorry... If I hurt your arm. - He released me. - It was not my intention.- I'm sorry I almost got you in trouble with your girlfriend.He looked at me and for a moment I wasn't sure exactly how to act. Because I didn't want to apologize. But the way he apologized was so different from how he always treated me that it took me by surprise.- Come on, Barbara. – Allan said, already distant from me.- I'll see what your father wants... And I promise to leave him alone. - Smile.I turned and followed Allan. I really didn't want any more trouble with Hector and anyone else in his family. I should have listened to Ben and not walked over there to hand over my wallet.As I walked behind Allan, I asked:- Can I take your chair?- Take my wheelchair? - he laughed. - I'm fine, thank you.- Now that I realized that she walks alone. I didn't even know that existed. Neither...I stopped talking when I realized there was an elevator inside the Casanova house. He opened the door and I walked i
I took the bottle from him.- Now try again, with both hands. You can. He's a man... Must have strength at least. It's the bare minimum...- I'm not a man used to pushing, Miss Novaes. At least not to open elevators. He looked at me sarcastically.- And how are you going to open the elevator door, if you're not going to use your strength? Do you think he will obey your beautiful fingers? – I mocked.He looked at his fingers and then at me:- I am impressed with the way you observe me and know everything about me, “Bárbara”.- Miss Novaes, please. - I asked. – No intimacies.- B-á-rbara . He spelled it out slowly, to annoy me.- Well, “Heitor”, get out of there and I'll open this crap.I put the bottle on the floor and tried to open the door, using all my strength. But he couldn't even get his fingers into the crack, it was so small.- Use your fucking cell. I told him.- It's not with me. He leaned against the glass wall, crossing his arms.I opened my bag and took out my cell phone,
It was all very fast and when I noticed the door opened.There was no one there, but the music could be heard. We were in the sort of room I had climbed with Allan through earlier.The bright light was a touch of reality. I got out of the elevator, my body shuddering and trying to find the right words before I left.- Finally. I smiled, not looking him in the eye. - I need to go.- You can't go out with the dress like that... Your whole body shows.I stopped, not knowing what to do. He took off his coat and placed it over my shoulders:- I think that sorts it out a bit. But I can get a dress from Milena if you want.- No... No need. Thanks for the coat... I... Send it back. – I went out.He went after me, taking my arm. When he pulled me, I was forced to face him.- Barbara... I...The door opened and Celine, who I now knew was not his real mother, appeared. Her eyes went directly to his hand on my arm and she didn't hide her dissatisfaction:- Still here, Miss Novaes? I thought you l
Salma arched her brow, looking at him:- You... You're not one of the male dancers, are you?- No... I'm just the bartender. - He smiled.She sat on the couch, legs up, making room for us:- Sorry for a three seater sofa only ... But there are three of us here. He smiled, explaining himself.He sat down and I pulled out one of the armchairs, because I thought it was strange to talk to him and Salma when the three of us were next to each other, having to look around. I think I sometimes had OCDs too, like Mr. Allan.- You working together and don't know each other? How crazy!- Well, she doesn't know me. I know her. He frowned, looking at her.- Of course... Who would forget the beautiful redhead in the glass box? - I noticed his gaze at her, of admiration.Okay, I can be a cupid. And I would do two perfect things: get my best friend a nice man and make him give up on me at the same time. After all, I didn't want to make him suffer, as Daniel was a nice man.- But tell me... What is it
On Tuesday, Salma arrived home with the envelope late in the afternoon. We already knew that there was the result of the sex of the baby.We all sat around the table, looking at each other anxiously.- And you went to the doctor? I asked.- Yes... My belly starts to grow a little. And soon I'll have to get away from Babylon.- And... How will it be? I asked curiously.- I will attest and continue receiving. Besides... I have some money saved up. And... Money won't be my problem anymore after the baby is born.- Babi... Is the father rich? That? – Ben asked.She nodded as she opened the envelope:- But it was independent production. Although... The act was performed. - He said, making us even more confused.Was it possible to produce an independent sexual act? It would be my next Google search.Salma and I have always been best friends since we were little. Our dream of living together came about under Jardel's protest. And even though she hated him, she accepted him into our house. I
Me and Ben arrived at the Hazard around ten o'clock at night.The Hazard was a simple but popular bar. It started with Happy Hour and continued until almost dawn with drinks, music on the jukebox, pool table and occasionally on the weekends Karaoke or cover bands.Most of the time, it was frequented by people with good financial and social conditions, except when a friend decided to pay someone from outside to seduce innocent young people and offer them pleasure out of sight. There could be those kinds of people too, camouflaged among the good-hearted.- Need money, Babi? I have for both of us. I don't want you to spend yours. I invited, I paid.- No way. I have.- I know you're tough, my friend.- No more. I sold a blazer on the black market. – I blinked.- Bárbara Novaes... You stone madman. What if Casanova wants the coat?- He won't even remember... That... Disqualified from hell must have several of the same.- From the hells you mean because of the fire, don't you? Because you t
- This rain doesn't wet between you and Tony is getting on my nerves. I said as I put the key in the door. - I want to see a kiss, like those in the movies.- And me then? I want to kiss you like in the movies, Babi.As soon as the door opened, Salma and Daniel quickly walked away. The four of us were looking at each other, confused.- Daniel gave me a ride. – Salma said quickly.- Nice! He smiled, already imagining what could happen.- Today is not even a fuck day, baby. - Ben said, closing the door.- Ben... It has nothing to do with it. It's not what you're thinking. – Daniel said.- No? - Salma looked at him. - I thought it was. - She got up from the couch, still in the clothes she had left the house.Salma left, complaining. Ben shrugged, grabbed some juice from the fridge, and disappeared down the hall.I kept looking at Daniel.- All very well? He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets and I couldn't help but notice the erection under his pants.His eyes followed mine:- Ex
- I think everyone sells wine. And Perrone up front produces the best, because they are made by themselves... The Perrone family loves what they do.- So we refused to work on the project because you prefer Perrone's wine? - he laughed. - It's just a fake , hypothetical story . You've heard of that, haven't you? Or is it your first selection?- I've done more selections and interviews than you can imagine, believe me! And you didn't let me finish.- Okay, finish.- We have to have a differential. We certainly won't have the best wine, but we can bet on a different bottle. I would focus on wine as a gift, or to be consumed at events. For this, the label would be customized. Sold to order, for any occasion: wedding, birthday. Can you imagine winning a wine with your name on the label?- No...- Maybe you would keep it forever and not even consume it, you would like it so much. Or, if I consumed it, I would keep the packaging... And there, in addition to its name, would be the North B.-