When the rain fell in a lightning-free storm, we went back to the car and left for my house. The real intention was that Flynn would just leave me at home and leave, even though he drank more than he should and was not so prudent at the wheel. However, as soon as he parked in front of my apartment and we went out in the rain, I got soaked immediately and it was no use running to shelter under the roof of the building. In addition to the rain, there was also the strong wind, so we had not taken more than five steps until the clothes were heavy and the body was completely wet."I hope you don't get the flu," he said, smiling against the waters that slid furiously on his face. The hair he had left stuck in a bun was now loosening with the force of rain against his head, and some strands clung against his forehead. "Especially because it will be my fault.”I had a laugh that was muffled by the sound of rain around us. The taste of the water was pure and involved my words even before I cou
Flynn Ashton followed me to the entrance of my apartment, and started grumbling on his cell phone while calling the insurance company, because he believed they would arrive much faster than waiting for dawn to bring a mechanic. However, he was not even answered for the thirty minutes he tried to make the call, and grumbled for a good five minutes later saying that they did not provide support twenty-four hours of crap at all.He entered my apartment totally distracted, still involved in his cloud of anger because someone was not meeting the expectations he expected, and this made me write down another dubious characteristic of his nature. The easiest way to get to know someone for real is to see their reaction when listening to a no, or their way of treating those who are somehow below them. And I didn't like most of the complaints made by Flynn, even though he was laughing as if he were a grumpy old man whose lawn had been invaded by children, because I didn't want him to realize tha
Flynn sketched the least of the concerns, acting better than I expected when listening to that. For a moment, as I said, I thought that his pride could speak louder and that he would retreat, but on the contrary, he supported both hands next to my head and leaned down, watching my mouth and not my eyes."I agree to keep getting to know each other and see what this can happen. But don't ask me to be discreet, Tasha. When I want something, I go to the end. And all I want right now is to unravel each of its mysteries, even if it takes a few days or a long time.”I knew that. In fact, I really expected him to go all the way, even if there was no chance of a happy ending to that fairy tale inside out, I wanted him to strive to the last drop. And I realized the promises he made through beautiful words.No man who has just met a woman will say on his second date that he would like to spend years with her to discover her secrets. He said this to try to reach some place that no other man has b
However, what I questioned the most was the fact that Flynn didn't need to prove to be a person he wasn't. He would probably be able to beat me with his jokes, he didn't need to say all the time between the lines that he wanted to delve into that relationship. Because options I knew he had, and many. So, if he was trying to seduce me with that little game of depressed man who didn't feel important to anyone, it's because there was much more beyond what I could find in my investigations. And, unfortunately, I would only find out if I agreed to embark on that game of seduction that would probably end my heart even more.Flynn replied to his ex-wife saying that he did not miss her and would never forgive everything that happened, but that if she wanted to talk, he was willing. And they were exchanging accusations for so long that I was bored and decided to take my shower. I rubbed my body while thinking about my next steps.Flynn would certainly be in my bed at that very moment thinking t
My cell phone alarm clock went off at six fifteen in the morning. I, who stayed awake even though sleep was trying to take everything from me, didn’t have much trouble getting out of bed and going to the kitchen to prepare a basic breakfast for Flynn and me. He, on the other hand, remained out for a long time, until the smell of scrambled eggs reached the room and he stuck himself in the bathroom for a moment later to come to meet me."Good morning, my dear," he hummed, surprising me with a hug from behind.I couldn't help but feel stuck in a romantic comedy movie. Not even in my seven months adapting to the relationship with Cristiano could I experience half of the sensations that Flynn was awakening in my body. And he was masterfully managing to make every part of my heart choose to give himself to him, even though my head focused on not letting him take over my thoughts all the time. I would like to know if he felt the same way."Good morning, Mr. Ashton," I returned in a low voice
My cell phone vibrated when a message arrived on Flynn's cell phone, while he was still on a call with the insurance company. It was a woman named Carmen. As far as I remembered last night, this woman had her conversation archived on his cell phone, and she didn't have a photo that revealed to be very well taken care of. She looked older, and the message she sent him said that she couldn't clean the house that weekend, because she had contracted a very strong flu. I was relieved to understand that she was just another employee of her life. However, there was still another woman, whose photo I couldn't open so that he wouldn't realize that someone was accessing his phone, and that I couldn't see much in the standard size of photos in the application.But my biggest concern was realizing that he was still talking to his ex-wife. She had sent a good morning message, and he replied, although he didn't send any emoticons. I didn't know what would have been the reason why his ex-wife had be
It also meant that maybe I couldn't even maintain my friendship with Joseph, because I didn't have so many reasons to go down to his floor, but I was so happy that at the moment something like that didn't even occur to me. And Flynn remained with a smile on his face as I spoke excitedly about how grateful and eager I was to really learn about the profession I longed to achieve.Truly, my initial plan was to live from my writing, but as I could not afford my college of Letters, the administration course was as close to a decent salary I would get at the time. And the opportunity Flynn was giving me was the most I could get on my own. Hopefully, I might not even need to complete the course to find a job in the area, and maybe I would be able to achieve my life goals even faster.Flynn listened to everything carefully, sketching to be proud of himself for leaving me in that torpor of excitement. He watched me carefully and even a glow of admiration in his eyes, and I ended up noticing th
Julya had a duster in her hand and very calmly shook it on the table, although her eyes were on me all the time. She smiled when I finally stopped looking at Flynn's back moving away and took a step to stand in front of her."So...? "I started nervous."So, congratulations," she said, stretching her lips filled with a nude lipstick. "We started our routine by pretending we're cleaning the counter. Hygiene is the fundamental principle of our company. And I say that we are pretending because we are going to clean it every day, and there will come a time, like today, when not a grain of dust will be visible, but... "she pointed with the duster to the top of the left wall, indicating a camera. "The security and prevention personnel are always watching us, so remember to start by cleaning the counter, groping your uniform to be always aligning, and maintaining your posture in the chair. Once I ended up sitting more relaxed and they called me to keep fixing my posture, can you believe it? A
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