"Girl..." gasped Joseph, stunned by the gossip. "I'm shocked that you listen to all this and can control yourself so as not to spread it to anyone. I would have needed a tranquilizer in my vein to put up with all this. Not to mention that, have you ever thought if he is looking at the employees' file to make some layoffs and so he had to accept the position?”Leaning on her elbows and throwing nervous glances everywhere, the secretary lowered her voice even more to continue gossiping. I had my serious doubts that she could really stand all the gossip in secret, not least because she wouldn't be intercepting us to be able to reveal the biggest of them in that flustered way."No... I have the feeling that he only accepted the position on behalf of the shareholders... Now that she has returned to live in Brazil and will be attending the company as well... He wants to get someone's attention, that's a fact.”The noise of the elevator doors opening was enough for Joseph to straighten up an
There was a very embarrassing moment in that celebration. First, everyone realized that Flynn was staring at me too much to be just a mere acquaintance. Then everyone heard what he had said about me running away. And, in the end, everyone kept staring at me to try to understand why I was so scared and stuck in the same place that I didn't even seem to be breathing.In fact, as Flynn's eyes met mine and I noticed that shadow of malice, like someone who is very satisfied after an arduous search, I couldn't help but feel caught red-handed. My chest was burning from shortness of breath, and I should be getting a little purple, because Joseph poked me with his arm and murmured something that I interpreted as wondering if I was okay.I wasn't well. Not ahead of Flynn Ashton. After a long thirty days when I was avoiding any place he could be. In which I didn't even remember that he had attacked the fact that I mentioned that he also worked in an office. And after thirty days of touching me t
I had to cover my mouth so as not to let the scream escape, and he laughed when I turned towards him with wide eyes and a scared face. The mask was down on his chin, and he held two glasses of drink, handed one to me and looked away at the group in the center of the room. There, illuminated by the sun in his totally dark clothes, Flynn looked like a real spectacle of nature with his golden hair shining just like a mane.Despite the initial comment, he kept quiet. He turned his eyes to the group, although I knew his attention was directed at me. I knew that if he made any sudden movement and remembered an escape, he could very well drop that cup and hold me against his body. I even wanted him to do that, so I could make my stupid body stop shaking and yearn for his hands around my skin. And I had to take a deep breath and control my heartbeat so as not to show how nervous I was."I... Look... I'm sorry. "I began to say, swallowing the words that seemed painful in my throat. "I don't kn
I wanted to sound with all the rudeness in the world, I wanted him to hate me to the point of stopping looking for me, avoiding making it so clear that he still wanted more from me. All because I was scared of my own way of missing you. Just because I wanted him to touch me again and remind me how good that moment had been in his car. But I also blamed myself for acting in a cowardly way until then, when he exposed his concerns and implied that if it were for him, that magical night would not have ended with just a single sex."What's it like? "He asked, and now it is his eyes that widened, but not in an expression of fright. It was pure disappointment that I found on his face. "You should spare me. How do you run away in the middle of a date with a person just because you don't find them attractive? His obligation was, at the very least, to say that he preferred to end the meeting there. And don't run away like crazy. I thought you had fallen inside that bridge, I was shocked when I
I had a laugh without humor. My own body refused to find the grace of such a statement. He was more than right. I would have done more than kiss him again that night if I could go back in time and control myself enough to explain why he was shaking me so much. Even though I didn't know my worst secrets, Flynn already knew perfectly well I couldn't contain my instincts before him. This led me to think that he should be making a lot of effort at that moment not to give in to his impulses either."So you're even more convinced than I thought, Flynn."They're facts, Tasha. I said I'm very good at interpreting a person's emotions.”"Not really, creature. You are totally wrong.”Flynn laughed when I rolled my eyes in debauchery, and the sound of his laughter made my stomach fill with butterflies. If he really had that ability, he would know the role I played that night a month ago, he would know that I was lying about my reactions and mannerisms from the moment he picked me up at my house.
I waited for his audacity to comment on my nerdy tastes, but he didn't say anything, he just watched me fight against the damn zipper of the backpack and get it after an arduous battle for it to close again."Accepting help doesn't kill anyone, Tasha," he said, and stood up when everything was already back in my backpack. As if it wasn't enough that everyone in the lobby was looking, he still stretched out his hand to get up. "I think we're going in the same direction. Do you want a ride?”I got up with difficulty, vehemently refusing his outstretched hand. I had to hold the backpack against my chest so as not to let the contents fall once again, since the clasp still seemed very unstable, and because I was not sure to put it on my shoulders. So I noticed the looks. From the group of men who were talking to Flynn, to the employees who were leaving for lunch. Everyone just stopped to face it and didn't bother me at all that I had noticed.Flynn, however, despite shrinking the hand he h
"And I was like... why are you so obsessed with me? "Sow Joseph, biting with a certain savagery the meat pudding on his plate. "And he said he was only fulfilling his role as a good neighbor and member of the neighborhood surveillance, but I still think he exaggerated in the matter of wanting to impose a fine on me because of my cat's addiction to going through trash cans. If everyone avoided putting food in the trash, that wouldn't happen. Am it my fault that my cat has a good sense of smell?”"No, of course not," I answered in a humorous tone."So, since that day I've only had problems when I got home," he sighed, resting his fork against the plate. "Sometimes I ask to stay late here at the company just so I don't have to arrive so early and go through so much stress. I doubt there is any neighborhood more problematic than the one I live in.”I had a muffled laugh."I can say with all the certainty of the world that I prefer to spend more time at home than at work.”"That's because
"No boss has ever had lunch here," murmured Joseph, stunked.Flynn Ashton had just entered the room, and he calmly headed to the space with the food and began to serve himself with small amounts of everything. Everyone was looking, and I was bothered, because I wouldn't want them to look at me that way, whether I'm a boss or not. He went to the natural juice machine and filled a glass, then turned around, and everyone began to disguise that they were talking or doing something more interesting than watching him, except me. And his gaze immediately fell on me, while the shadow of a smile appeared under his mask, and he began to come towards me."He can't be coming here," I said, turning my gaze to Joseph.Joseph, who pretended to swallow another small amount of his salty pudding, gave Flynn a spook look and turned pale."He can. He's coming," he murmured with his mouth full."No, he can't really be coming here," I murmured back, disguising the speech with a cough, because Flynn was les
I almost no longer needed to use the tracker I had installed on Flynn's cell phone at the beginning of everything. I only used it because I still couldn't stop that mistrust when I noticed that he spent too much time working. But the conversations were always the same with the customers. And I didn't suspect that he was going out with other people, because there was no time when we weren't together. Still, I couldn't totally trust him. There were days when I didn't sleep. Not until I was really alone at home.My sleep problems remained the same. Always caused by that fear of being vulnerable next to someone else, and also by the constant nightmares about the murders I've been orchestrating with the help of someone else. I never told my therapist the truth. I never let him reach more than the edge of my feelings. At the same time I was policing myself to act and speak the way everyone expected Tasha Santos to do, although deep down there was that rabid animal that was always ready to a
"Can you behave like educated children? "He scolded my sister, pulling one of my nephews by the ear. "That's why I never go out with you!”" Jenyfer, it doesn't have to be so hard," countered my brother-in-law, reaching the smaller child who wouldn't stop climbing on the couch and throwing the cushions up. "They are too small to understand. And I'm sure your sister doesn't mind them playing, does Tasha?”"They will understand very well when their aunt put them on platters and bake for our lunch," shouted Jenyfer, looking with her eyes for any confirmation that I would be really furious.I left the platter with pasta in white sauce on the table and stretched my neck to see through the open door of the kitchen, finding my brother-in-law with my three-year-old nephew on his lap who kicked and shook his golden curl hair, in a desperate attempt to get back to mess up everything he found on his way. While my sister held her eldest son, ten years old, by the tip of her ear. It should be hurt
I still hid many secrets from Flynn. The biggest of them was also a surprise that left me in shock for at least three days, until I remembered that I needed to act normally so that he had no idea what was happening to my body, until I found the perfect opportunity to use this against him. At the moment, we were fine. We had sex every day. We ate in fancy places. We slept in the moonlight. And sometimes we resumed the sexual provocations and attacks within the company.Everything seemed very good in my life. So good that sometimes I even wondered where the hidden cameras of the prank were. Because trying to compare the woman of months ago who barely had time to eat and sleep because of the two jobs that they couldn't even pay the bills, and trying to find similarities with the woman who was having the life of dreams, was impossible. I still worked during the day and dedicated myself to writing in my free moments, wanting to reach higher and higher levels in that achievement, and willin
I knelt before the well-kept and immaculate tomb of one of the farthest cemeteries in the city, depositing my set of small yellow flowers below the concrete tombstone, which read "Diana Garcia. 08/23/1991. 12/24/2020."Despite bringing a handkerchief in my hands and touching it from time to time in the waterline of my eyes, I wasn't crying. In fact, the only emotion I felt was the pure satisfaction of having accomplished all my goals without anyone realizing where I was wanting to go. Diana Garcia had been the woman who gave the bad luck to cross her path to mine, when she decided to mistreat me and demoralize in front of her ex-husband, and my current fiancé, Flynn Ashton. I persuaded an unstable and deeply shaken man to take his life. I manipulated and orchestrated every step taken, and I still became some kind of national victim who was too traumatized to give clear statements to the police. Diana Garcia was my perfect victim, and Landon the criminal who freed me from paying for an
"What's going to happen now? "I asked against your chest. "What do we do with life? With the police? The investigator was here earlier. He asked me about my relationship with Leo, the man who held me hostage at the end of the robbery. In the researcher's opinion, I seemed to be too friendly with someone who always presented unstable behaviors.”"I knew," he said, leaning his chin on my head. "They want to discredit us in every way, Tas. But you don't have to worry. I have a real team of lawyers. No one will get enough arguments to cause fear. They have nothing to suspect, at the end of the day. The point is that it is much more interesting to focus on the relationships we had with the people involved in the crime, than to actually solve it. That's the problem with the police in this place.”"I'm still afraid, Flynn. "I commented in a trembling voice. "I'm still afraid that they might catch me off guard and make me confess something I didn't even do. I've never been in front of police
"I don't feel vulnerable," I said, already feeling in which direction that conversation would take. I had to show that I was very stubborn and the owner of my own will. "And I think this whole situation may have made you a little paranoid, Flynn. I'm not criticizing. I think anyone in their normal state would become a little suspicious. But if you're suggesting that I need security guards, I refuse. I can’t work every day knowing that when I leave the supermarket I will get into a car with two armed men and that they will leave me at home, or that they will take me to your house, because you no longer trust the people who live in my building, and that’s why you prefer to avoid it. I don't want bodyguards, just like you don't want to either. And I don't think that being with you will make me a target. I think this can even increase my security, since no one will want to mess with someone so powerful.”"I know the question is strange to you," he said, still without looking me in the eye
Flynn totally entered the room, and seeing him was like opening the curtains in a dark room. He was my sun on that rainy night outside, and I was really happy to see him. The hair was loose on his shoulders, and the smooth and silky strands slipped smoothly to make the face even more beautiful and shiny. He took off his mask and kept it in his pocket, while still watching me, looking as happy and radiant as I should be."The nurse told us that the number of visits was limited," Cristiano said somewhere far from my attention. "I don't think she'll be happy to see so many people in here. Tasha just went through a traumatic situation. She needs rest. You can't keep getting so many people in the room like that.”"You're right," said Flynn, looking away for a quick moment to observe Cristiano. "You can leave now. I've arrived.”"I'm not going out," Cristiano said with a dull giggle. "I arrived first.”"Oh, for God's sake! "Beatrice grunted, rising from a jump. She pulled Cristiano violentl
"Look, Cris... I really like you. I really loved you more than anything in this life. But you're not the guy I can call when the situation gets tight, you know? "I said, performing a mouth-in-mouth. "You're the guy who amuses me, makes me laugh, but that's all. All you do besides that is hurt me. And I know you may be being sincere in saying that you really realized that we were born for each other and that we should continue together, but now, after all, you no longer fit into my life, Cris.”"No, Tas. You don't have to say anything. "He interrupted, pretending that I hadn't really said anything. "I understand that you are already with someone else. And I don't want this guy to suffer, thinking that you'll be able to love him as you love me. I know you can't love anyone the same way you loved me, and I think he'll need some time to understand that. But I don't want to force anything. I don't want you to tell him out of nowhere that you don't want to see him anymore. We can make it wo
Beatrice snorted, but went to sit in one of the chairs, watching Cristiano like an eagle watching the chicks in her nest."What do you need to know? "He asked."How did the police arrive so fast? "I asked Beatrice, disappointing Cristiano's expectations. "How did they know what was happening in the supermarket, if the employees were surrendered before they had time to call them?”"The police had been following Flynn since the first crime," she replied, undoing the angry expression. "They considered him a suspect, yes, but the point was that they believed that the bandits would not leave Flynn alive to tell the story of what had happened. And, being a billionaire man in the middle of Brazil, they took on the role of following his every step to know if they would not meet the bandits at some point. And the moment came when Flynn came to pick you up that night. They were waiting across the street, in plainclothes, when they noticed that masked men entered the establishment. All we really