We need you

- I... I think you'd better ask her. - I replied .

- Do you think she would answer me the truth? He looked at me seriously.

My God... What am I doing here, talking civilly to Heitor Casanova's fiancée? I don't need to go through this. I "don't want" to go through this.

- And his mother. Who has to know is you.

- I'm Milena Bayard. She extended her hand to me . “I don't think we performed properly that night.

I squeezed her hand, which was cold. I wondered if mine was like that too.

“Hi Milena, I wanted to say that I had sex with your fiancé in the elevator the other day. Sorry to be honest, but it was the best fuck of my life. By the way, how many times do you have sex per day, or per week? Do you know that in addition to sleeping with me, there's a good chance he has a steady lover named Cindy? And as far as I know, your mother knows about it. Do you also know and accept? Are you that nice to all the women who sleep with Hector? I'm sorry... I won't do this again. Because I know you'