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thomasAs soon as I arrived in São Paulo, I came straight to the company because now, more than ever, rest is not part of my life. I got investors in New York, but the confusion is far from over. The damage left in the company's coffers was great. The man, in addition to stealing a large part of the cash allocated for labor, sabotaged the purchase of materials, replacing the good quality ones with inferior ones, but that was not what appeared on the invoices.Just thinking about that bastard's roguery makes me even more motivated to destroy him. The headache I'm having right now won't go away.I'm working hard, rereading emails, reviewing reports, when I hear a knock on the door.- You may come in.“Sir…” Diana looks agitated. “Securities got in touch saying that Cesar is trying to speak with you downstairs. He looks furious, and since he's banned you from entering—” “You can let him in, Diana.She nods helpfully and hurries off. This is going to be interesting. I really didn't have t
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I'm in fucking stress. It's been two weeks since I arrived from New York and everything seems to be going wrong. When I take two steps forward, it feels like something pulls me back. I discover that the hole César put me in is much bigger than I thought. But that just makes me more motivated.I leave work and go to a bar close to home. I'm in need of a drink and some other air to relax with, because I've done all I can today.Cecília is walking on the rails, as she promised. I have people watching her so that she doesn't do anything that will tarnish my image. After all the work the last few days, I just had time to announce our engagement to the press today. The news swirled everywhere, with speculation and gossip. But I do not care.I take a seat at one of the far-flung tables and lift my finger to order a brandy. The place is discreet, empty and quiet. I rarely come here due to lack of time, but it's a good pastime when I need to relieve myself. In every sense of the word.I see a
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Because my stupid body is all hot just remembering the way that asshole touched me uninvited.I can bet anything that Thomas won't be here for long."Can I go to your house?" I ask and widen my eyes at Kelly.She looks at me confused.- To my house? My parents' house? ’ I nod. "Why do you want to go to my parents' house?"“Because I'm sure Thomas will be here any minute and I don't want to have to deal with him,” I confess like the beautiful coward that I am. I already know I'm stuck with him for the rest of my life, or at least as long as he wants to torture Dad before he gets sick of me, but I can't think straight right now. I'm still feeling sick and I don't doubt he'll try to make me go back to Brazil after this one.I need time to at least think.- Please? I insist. She seems torn. “Only for a few days.Because it won't take longer than that for him to find me.Kelly sighs and nods. She starts typing something on her cell phone."I'll let my mother know you're going there."- Tha
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Cecília—Thomas…I take a step back when he gets up from the bed. I expect him to scream or threaten to end my life again, but Thomas just crosses his arms and looks at me silently.“I can explain,” I say. He flashes a demonic smile and starts walking towards me in short steps. I keep taking steps back until the wall is at my back.“I think you better get started,” he says when he catches up with me. He puts a hand on either side of my head and brings his face close to mine. “What the fuck were you thinking when you tagged me in those pictures, girl? he growls. I feel hot breath on my face and I swallow hard. "I thought we had a fucking deal." "I'm sorry…" I whisper. He laughs again.“You're going to need a lot more than an apology to get out of this,” he says quietly. I take a deep breath and feel my chest rise and fall with the movement. Thomas notices too, because their eyes fall right there.His eyes darken even more as they stare at my body barely covered by the towel and my body
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I don't know if it was the alcohol that still hasn't left my system, the bad night, the worry about what will happen from now on or the complete shame I'm feeling, but I'm about to pass out.Dinner was torture, and so was the drive from Kelly's parents' house to the hotel. I'm dizzy and have to hold on to the elevator wall to keep from falling. Thomas has kept a giant distance from me since the… incident in the bedroom earlier and has barely glanced in my direction. I think the first time he takes his face off the phone and looks in my direction.- What it was? he asks with a crease between his brows. —You are pale.“It's nothing,” I say quietly, not wanting to give in. He looks me up and down as if trying to decide if he believes me and takes a step towards me.— Cecilia? he asks and catches me just in time before I crash to the ground. “Fucking hell, stubborn ass girl. Why didn't you say you were feeling sick? ’ he asks and picks me up.As if I weigh nothing, he slides his arms und
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thomasI'm pissed that I have to move to New York temporarily so I have to keep an eye on some brat who likes to disobey me. But I need to make sacrifices to reach my goals, and this is going to be one of them.I wake up at the same time as usual and see her sleeping next to me. The red and full hair covers almost the entire face. She's prettier than I like to admit, not least because I don't need Cecília to think she has any power or influence over me. I don't want you to think you can play some seduction game to get what you want, because that doesn't work for me. So I like that you think I don't want you, but it would be next to impossible for that to happen.Despite her small, thin body, she has curves and a small waist. Her breasts fill my hands and are deliciously pink and firm. She is not one to throw away. I'm on the verge of considering changing the contract so I can at least enjoy something in this marriage. The girl wants me so much that she faints when I approach her, so I
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thomasThe week flies by as usual when you have a thousand commitments. Things are looking more promising in the business and I feel like everything is going to work out. I managed to recover part of the loss that César gave me with some investments.I even feel in a good mood for a change. It's Saturday, but I wake up at the same time as usual. I see Cecília in the other bed, her ass turned up in the old pajamas that she insists on wearing. I put on a sweatshirt set and go for a run. The cold wind almost burns my face, but I don't stop. I lose track of how many kilometers I've run and decide to turn back. It takes about two hours to go there and back. I feel my body hot and my muscles protesting overuse, but even that doesn't dampen my mood.I'm so fucking good at what I do, that's reason enough for Saturday to be happy.Hotel staff greet me as I walk up to the room where I'm living. Cecilia has gotten used to being here, from what I can see.Even though she avoided me like the devil
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CecíliaI don't even know what's going on with my life anymore. That things have changed and will never be the same I already understand. I'm not stupid. Kind of stupid sometimes, but I'm not stupid. The problem is that I can no longer understand how things have changed this time. I had gotten used to thick Thomas, not paying attention to me.I have no idea what's going on with Thomas right now. He's even looking like a human being lately and I don't like that because he does strange things to me.He ended up going to see a play with me yesterday, and then he took me out to dinner. He even let me choose the restaurant. And I don't know what I was thinking when we got back to the hotel, but I ended up sleeping in the same bed with him. And Thomas didn't even touch me. Just slept on my side. He said goodnight and went to sleep.I think some spirit occupied his body, that's the only explanation.I wake up alone in bed because, for once, the maniac that he is, he's woken up early even tho
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When she returned to her desk, Lora realized that the reason she left was no longer an issue. Her fame would be irrelevant if she was busy lusting after the one man she shouldn't. The redhead felt her knees weak; the fallen angel's touch was as vivid on her skin as her cells. Drake rose to pull out the chair for her, elegantly and gracefully. For strangers, thinking of them as a pair was automatic. - "I said you would be my key ring at events, but I think the key ring is me" he commented as he sat down with his friend, who held back a laugh. They both focused on stage as the musicians finished a classical melody, giving space to the master of ceremonies. - "Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you are having a pleasant evening. The starters will be served now, then we will have a greeting from the host" and, after an elegant gesture, the music reverberated through the environment, along with the murmur of voices in conversation private. - "You're a little flushed, but you don't seem to b
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Home to the most acclaimed films in the cinematographic world, the city of angels was more an environment of pretense and performance than of pleasure. The venues, as luxurious and elegant as they were, didn't exude money like Vegas. And neither should they. For Los Angeles, Hollywood's legacy was enough. The events were also an appropriate time to reaffirm ties of influence and show the world that, in addition to money, guests had contacts. It was a confidential agreement between the American stars; be at the top and help those who were at the top to stay. In the backseat of the limousine, Jean, Drake, and Lora waited outside the Roosevelt. One of the most famous hotels among the stars of the red carpet. At first, it would just be a dinner among the cast that made up the film, but it ended up becoming the reason for a small gathering of photographers. - "You're quite famous" Drake smiled at Jean. - "It seems so" the older man looked out, seeing all those people worshiping his name
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The city lights of Los Angeles were what lit up the world in dark times. The future was in the skyscrapers and in their grandeur. Every building on the outskirts of the city that never slept had a purpose; show your power. The Roosevelt Hotel was an interesting setting. With its white facade and large rounded supporting pillars, the building had a modern look. Its interior was no different, boasting an abundance of elegance. The chandeliers in the various rooms, the pure marble floors and the superior suites with indoor pools were signs of a fortune. In the master bedroom bathroom, in one of the city's most sought-after hotels, Evans Donovan was finishing lining up his bow tie in a millimeter way on his tuxedo. He surveyed his reflection, looking for flaws that anyone else wouldn't notice. But that man was obsessed with perfection in the details. His attire, as usual, was entirely dark. The only glow on her figure came from the silver rings on her fingers. When there was a knock on
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ANGELIC...The sun's rays hit my face, making me wake up. For the last few days, we've slept with the balcony doors open, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the ocean's horizon. This has been my paradise; sleep and wake up on this island.I open my eyes, looking around the room for Aaron. He's always the first thing I look for, the first thing on my mind from the first minute of the day. He's not here, but he's left an arrangement of lilies on the bedside table instead.I get up, pluck a flower from the arrangement, and spin it around, studying the white petals. I'm invaded by an old memory, which used to hurt a lot. I was twelve years old, and right after my mother's wake, I was in the garden at home. I was devastated after losing her, not only to her death but knowing that it meant I would be alone. And for a twelve-year-old girl, being alone in such a big house was really cruel.I thought I loved my family. I was so loyal to each one of them that I believed I loved th
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LEBLANC...Technology always amazes me. The way the world evolves, even if people don't follow the same path. And with that said, I'd like to point out one technology in particular: the Ferris wheel.Yes, the ferris wheel. Let's talk about her then.A large hoop of reinforced iron, with booths hanging from it, revolving endlessly to the right. Fast enough to entertain people, slow enough not to make you queasy. Simply fascinating, especially considering the colorful light show around.'I thought it was charming too,' Angelic says, interrupting my thoughts about George Ferris, the creator of the Ferris wheel.- What? I ask.- The ferris wheel. I was fascinated by her as a child.I look at Angelic, who is in front of me. I can visualize her child version, maybe with a bow in her hair. I can almost see her, tiny, staring at the ferris wheel, marveling at everything the curious eyes of a normal child can reach.However, on the other hand, I don't think she can have the same vision of me.
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LEBLANC...She's looking at me, her big blue eyes expectant, making me feel like the worst person in the world. Hope glimmers in every blink, and I, like the asshole that I am, am about to lie to Angelic.- And then? she asks as she holds me transfixed with her disgracefully beautiful eyes.Being a good liar doesn't mean I enjoy lying, and more, it doesn't mean I enjoy lying to her. However, I have no options left. I nod my head, because I believe false gestures are less cruel than false words."Just be honest," she pleads.No. No way.I'm leaning against the kitchen jamb, meanwhile, Angelic is behind the counter, in front of the stove. In my right hand is something she just cooked. Angelic said they were chocolate chip cookies. She said they were Christmas cookies. But honestly, I still haven't found the taste of chocolate, just burnt dough and sadness. This is really bad. In fact, bad is an understatement. It's a disgrace.- It is very bad? She frowns.Right now, Angelic is the most
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ANGELIC...When we got off the helicopter, the entrance doors to the house were already open. LeBlanc carries me in his arms, because I fell asleep at some point on the trip. This is explainable, as we took a short drive and then simply traveled to an island. He told me something about being a private person, but I couldn't imagine how much.I still feel half my brain asleep, so I don't even flinch at being held. I'm tired of tonight. In fact, in addition to being tired, I am resentful.I do my best to capture the details of the house. It appears to be an old building, with details reminiscent of castles. This suits LeBlanc as he appears to have king syndrome.'You live on an island,' I say. My words sound drunk with sleep."I don't like neighbors," he argues, making me smile.- Sounds arrogant.- Looks? – He looks at me – Make no mistake, I am.I snuggle into his chest as he heads upstairs. The place is so silent that it seems to be beyond the world. It looks like a bubble, where onl
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THE WHITE...I don't knock on the door, I just turn and push the handle. The Bellagio is famous for representing elite scum, and this room represents that taxation well. There are black leather couches on either side, a bar to the right, and a bottle of tequila on every square foot.I find Benjamin sitting on one of the sofas. First his eyes fall on me casually, then they stare at me. He is part of this little group that would dance on my grave.- Where are the good manners? – he asks, puffing out the smoke from his cigarette – I think old LeBlanc will remember that I don't change my face to kill a bastard.Nothing like old friends.- We can skip the threat part. I know them all.I close the door behind me and step forward. I sit down on the sofa across from him. The contrast between us is interesting. His excessive alcohol consumption, the clothes that make him look like he's just been in prison, the numerous tattoos and the cigarette. I'm very surprised Benjamin didn't already die i
