And I think Julya wasn't the only one thinking that way, and even if it was, the opinion of all the guests became the same when they saw us at the top of the stairs. A Latin song played, and the beat of the song spread throughout the lower floor of the house, among the guests who were in small groups inside and outside the house, which had its doors open for everyone to enter and leave at the time they wanted, and back to me, giving me a self-confidence that only a Latin song can give.Dozens of heads turned to us, and attentive glances followed every step we took on the steps, while we were going down calmly so as not to make any gaffes. Julya still held my arm, and smiled with her chin raised, very pleased with so many looks. I didn't outline any reaction, although I looked at everyone, as if I said that I remembered their names and how much they made me hate that job for every embarrassing moment they made me go through.Among the curious heads who turned to see us, I found Flynn A
I shook my head to say that I agreed. Disguising a pain in my shoulders, I looked at Flynn again. He was now smiling at something his friends were telling, a few meters away from him, Diana was also watching him. Her eyes flashed with hatred, and her entire expression seemed to be that of someone who is throwing all the negativities of the world on Flynn's shoulders. Either she wasn't good at the law of attraction, or it didn't work for evil. Because Flynn laughed louder and louder, even throwing his head back during the act. Diana kept staring at him coldly."Do you know if at some point this year they tried to get back together? "I asked after taking a small sip of my drink. Julya was sending a kiss to the other side of the room, where a group of women gathered. She turned to me, wanting to know what I had asked. "Do you know if they are trying to resume the marriage? I found the reason for the discussion a little strange. I had the impression that Diana was used, even after the div
There was a moment when Julya met Joseph again, and he also looked stunned in my direction, but as I suspected he was gay, I didn't mind. The three of us stayed together, robbing the food trays that passed from time to time, carried by waiters with tanned skin and gentle smiles. Julya stuffed herself with so much food that she said she was heavy even on her conscience, and Joseph, who was still very focused on drinking as many expensive things in life as possible, ended up feeling bad and running to the bathroom. Julya refused to leave him alone in a situation like that, so I ended up being left in a corner, watching while some danced and gossiped. Out of place as I've always been.I was almost deciding to look for Flynn when a man came in front of me. He wore a tank top shirt and flowery shorts. He had brown hair that was tied to a ponytail, and eyes of a chocolate tone that shone in an adorable way. He was very handsome, and I remembered bumping through the corridors with him at var
"It's okay," I said, watching Flynn give me a worried look. "I think I can take it as long as I stay in bed.”Flynn smiled."In that case, I won't even offer another drink.”"Not really, I've had enough tonight," I lied, dropping the glass I had brought from the party. So Flynn sat next to me and I turned to him. "I have to confess something, Flynn.”"What?”"I don't know much about you, about your past, although I've seen you at a complicated moment," I said, and he lowered his eyes to his lap. " But I need to say that I don't feel good about the way Diana treats you. I don't feel good that you have to blame yourself for everything, because of her. Until my discomfort on the speedboat you took it as your problem. And I don't like that. You don't deserve to feel that way.”Flynn reflected for a moment, still looking down, then moved his attention to me, and he seemed truly touched. That's what I hoped to achieve that night. That he felt somehow in a debt of gratitude to me. I wanted h
I couldn't answer Flynn.Actually, I didn't want to answer.Because I didn't want to be your girlfriend. I wanted more. I wanted everything. And that was the first step for me to get where I so longed for. So that I would have Flynn's heart of gold in my hands, to do everything I wanted. Put it in front of me as a wall in difficult times, or expose it next to me as a trophy.I wanted to have it completely, every breath, every sigh. I wish he only had eyes and attention on me. And I had managed to make good progress, but now I needed more. Not only for the goals, but for my own desire, my own fetish, which made that man become the ideal character of a novel, which made him become the ideal man to take me to the top. So, I knew what I needed to do to make that happen.Taking advantage of our very close mouths, I leaned over and kissed him very lightly, just because I could, just because he gave me the certainty that he would never refuse any gesture of affection that came from my direct
I could no longer have any control over my sounds. They escaped from my half-open mouth and my eyes could no longer remain open. My body waved to Flynn, thirsty for another dose of his sucking, and I didn't even remember that someday I hadn't liked that feeling. There was a moment of torpor in which the pleasure rose in gusts so strong that I ended up holding Flynn's hair and rubbing my sex against his mouth, acting in such a wild and brutal way that I believed I was reaching a fulminant orgasm.Rising again to kiss me, Flynn opened my mouth to receive his tongue, and I noticed with considerable hysteria that he had my taste and smell on his face. I was very shaken by the effect of that preliminary, and I didn't make much objection when he put me back on his lap, lowering the straps of my dress to grab my breasts.I wanted Flynn so eagerly, that I started massaging his virile member with my own warm intimacy and free of underwear. Meanwhile, he amused me with the movements of his hand
I believed that he would again need some time to rest, however, Flynn surprised me by turning my face down on the bed, raising my hips without warning. He held above my hips and put himself behind me, pulling me with a sudden that made his penis penetrate me with a blow of our meats. I gasped louder than I should, and covered my mouth so that the sound didn't escape from the cabin. Flynn laughed, I listened and felt the sound passing through my body. He put pressure on my back when he had to lean over to pull my hair."Did you know that what I like most about you is how your hair becomes easier to be pulled? "He asked at the foot of my ear. His hand wrapped around the wires, just as if it were a rope, and very subtly he pulled my head back. The other hand went up to my throat, pressing so lightly that it only served to leave me even more on fire. "I like the way your body seems modeled for what stirs me the most, Tasha. You're made for me. In every way.”And I really believed what he
On Monday morning the office didn't boast that usual good energy. Although everyone arrived from the trip before midnight last night, no one seemed to have slept enough that morning. It was very easy to cross the corridors with employees who blinked their eyes slowly, or those who yawned out loud filling their eyes with water, not to mention the small minority who were grumbling that they would never accept to take such a tiring trip again.I, always so contrary to all emotions together, and lucky enough to have taken a trip in the boss's private car, felt more awake and happy than ever. I had even taken the trouble to wear the skirt of my new uniform and again washed my hair to dry it and keep the curly locks as smooth as possible, and I had even risked using a makeup to ward off the so common apathy on my face, so that I was getting more looks than I should.On the one hand, I had a slight suspicion that most of that attention received was for the vague memory of everyone who saw me
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