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The double doors open with a small squeak that gets lost to the sound of bridal gait.Before my eyes, two hundred people stand in the great church where my marriage is made official, and their faces always so loaded with arrogance and dislike change instantly to admiration.Shaking, I grab the arm that my stepfather offers and follow him to stumble over the immense red carpet that stretches to reveal the path we should follow.Flowers braided in small string strands delimit how far guests can tilt their bodies to see me pass, each delicate arrangement firmly attached to the arms of the polished mahogany benches.The setting sunlight gushes through the windows composed of colored glasses that represent religious scenes, spreading rainbow shadows over each white petal that sprinkles the intense crimson of the carpet. There is a sweet smell in the air, if exhaled by flowers or by my own perfume, I can't say, but it's pleasant and enough to expel my fear, so I absorb it with strong inhala
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Hunter and I managed to escape from the guests a little later, and we left for another endless photo shoot. Inside the white limousine "led by the same driver who has been with us since we arrived in the city", our ceremonialist instructs what we should do at the magnificent reception she prepared.Hunter holds my hand all the time, but he can't talk to me at any time. All the moment someone puts himself in our way and distracts us. We can only say what we can't through glances, because it's the only method of communication that no one can stop us from having.Our party takes place in a two-story concert hall, and I am surprised to see all the guests present, applauding our entrance with the same euphoria as before. We pose for more photos, dance, talk, but we never have a second of intimacy. Not even during our long-awaited waltz, because we avoid talking so that one does not step on the other's foot. All I have left is to drool over his beauty with excessive admiration.My husband d
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I wait in the carpeted hallway while Hunter uses a card to open the door of our room.In the anteroom, we are greeted by boxes and packages of all sizes that rest in the corners; gifts for our wedding night, including those I got in my Lingerie tea. Along the wide corridor, the lights of the city outside spread into the furnished room, through a wall entirely of tempered, resistant glass, which interrupts the set of those dyed with a soft peach tone.“Do you want to toast now? "Hunter asks, pointing to a bottle of champagne inside the bucket with ice on top of the countertop near the wall. "During the party, they didn't leave me alone even to drink water.”"I went through the same" I admit, waving my hand to my body. "First I'll try to get rid of this dress, then we toast.”He nods in silence, although he doesn't take his eyes off me until I turn the hallway of the room.Not that I'm surprised, since everything in Vegas is exorbitant and luxurious, but our hotel room is as complete as
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My eyes open only when I can win the fight against the buttons on my pants, and very slowly I lower myself, kneeling before him. Without ever failing to face the green irises that shine through voluptuousness, I pull the edges of Hunter's underwear, releasing what wonderfully matches his size.I hold your limb in my hands, having to use both to even feel your weight. Thick veins stretch through the smooth and slightly inclined extension, and the pink head makes me salivate. I take it in my mouth without having the slightest embarrassment of what I am doing, guided by the most basic instinct of sexuality.The raw contact of your skin around my tongue makes me burn, and I delight myself with the way I feel him throbbing at the reach of the inside of my cheek, sucking and rubbing my lips in quick crackles.A gloriously satisfied moan sounds above my head, and I look up at Hunter, amazed at the greed that colors his features. Well, maybe I'm not that frivolous.Tensioning his jaw as he lo
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"Where did you get this scar?”Hunter lands the embers stirer on top of the fireplace bricks and looks at me over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow by the sudden question. I make a gentle movement with my lips, not knowing how to explain curiosity. He leans towards the light, groping his back in search of the focus of my attention.“This one? "Questions, hitting lightly with your fingers on a rupture on the side of the lower back. The beginning of your naked ass distracts me for a second, but I watch. “Oh, it was a stab.”"How can you say that so naturally? "I frown.He lies next to me, unpacking with one of his feet a part of the quilt with floral designs that we use to line the cold floor. Of course, it would have been easier to use the spacious and inviting bedroom bed, but we could not leave the living room, especially because we had not realized that, in addition to the complete furniture, the room is cozyly equipped with a fireplace.Without a cell phone to connect to the world o
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I have no right to judge anything he has done in his past, so I keep quiet. The silence seems to bother you, because you are quickly turning to face me, perhaps waiting for a nervous breakdown. Or at least an indication that I care.“That is... Complicated "I say, because I can't find anything better to say.Hunter offers me a smile devoid of emotion."That's what happens to boys who don't have anyone in the world, Suzy. Anything looks better than poverty.”Your tone makes my heart stop.“Where were your parents? "I ask, sitting as close as I can without it looking like I'm invading your space."I've never met my real parents," he crosses his arms. "They took me when I was still too small and too dumb to believe that I wouldn't get help if I tried to run away.”"Who are they? “I insist.Hunter lets out a grunt, certainly sorry."People who take advantage of poor families to take children to an unknown country, and train them to serve whatever they want. My job was to contribute to the
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I wake up startled, with the remnants of a nightmare taking my thoughts.I take my hands to the painful point in my temples and massage it, taking a few seconds to control unregulated breathing. There is not enough light for me to see more than the shadows and contours of the furniture in the room, but I know that Hunter is next to me, especially because of the heat that his large body spreads through the silk sheet under us.I light the lamp and swing my legs out of the bed, casting a dislike look at the numbers in red flashing on my alarm clock. It’s four hours and two minutes in the morning. I must have been frightened by the shrill sound and been prevented from turning it off by the torments in my dreams. I'm two minutes late to start my usual routine, and the simple delay once again wakes me up without a drop of good humor.I grumble a bad word before the first twenty steps around the room, bumping into the wheel of one of my bags with my little finger.We arrived from a trip las
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Hunter decides to change the subject suddenly."What time do you come home?”"I don't know.”“And what am I going to do all day?”I squeeze my hair with a thin ligation, curling the dark tips with a slight cuddle of my fingers."Do what you want.”“Alone? "He asks in a horrified tone. "I don't want to be locked up at home while you work.”I turn around with a pearl earring hanging on my left ear and support one hand on my waist."Poor foreign baby" cantarolo, imitating a childish voice. "Do you need a nanny?”Suddenly your green irises light up with a genuine interest."In fact, I just need someone who is willing to offer me a few hours in exchange for the company of the best lover you can dream of "roo, presumptuous. "What do you say, pretty girl?”"I say this was your worst sung "I answer, ignorant to the shiver that the sexual connotation causes in my nerves.His laughter directly hits my ears when I lower myself next to him to reach my shoes, but, dissatisfied with my dedication t
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I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
