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Cecília— I can't believe you finally lost that virginity, my friend!— Shhhh ! I look around to see if anyone has heard my friend's nonsensical screams, but I don't think anyone is paying attention to the two of us as we walk across the college campus.The weeks are passing by and it's getting colder and colder. I don't even know what I am anymore and what clothes are under that huge coat that makes me look like a truck tire.Kelly takes me to the coffee shop nearby and we sit at a small table in the corner to continue talking. I see her mischievous face and feel my own burn with embarrassment. I don't know if it's from talking about it or if it's because I can't stop remembering that night.- It was good? she asks as she blows on the hot coffee. I bite my lip and feel my neck heat up from the memories of Thomas's body.Kelly laughs very loudly. "Of course it was good, look at that silly face of yours."I laugh along with her at my own embarrassment, but then I sigh and rest my chin
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I realize I've arrived in the parking lot when I see the familiar black car parked there. Thomas is leaning against the door with his usual unfriendly face typing something on his cell phone." He… didn't he?" “Dad is confused on the other end of the line, and I am even more so.- I do not speak. I think my voice attracts Thomas's attention because he looks my way. The scowl is still there on his handsome face, but he puts his phone away and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for me. I start walking towards him.— So… It was a lie. I knew it was a lie, ” Dad says, sounding relieved. " That was low even for him!" If you only knew how worried I was, Cristal. You don't know how relieved I am that it's a lie.— I don't understand anything, father. What was a lie?Thomas looks at me in surprise when I speak and tilts his head to the side.“ He… Thomas said that he… That you… You know.I understand what he's saying a few seconds later and I feel my whole face on fire. I will not say a
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CecíliaIt seems like just yesterday that Thomas showed up on my doorstep with this insane marriage talk, but it's been a few months. I've had my face buried in books for so long that I've barely seen the time pass.At least that's what I tell myself because I can't admit that I'm not even feeling the weeks fly by because that's what happens when the company is good. Except in his bossy, boorish way, Thomas is really good company.He's… different. Still all grumpy and irritable all the time, but not with me. He picks me up from college every day and has dinner with me. Ask me about my day, my classes. On the weekends, he takes me around town and when he can't, he lets me hang out with Kelly or other friends from college, and as long as Josh isn't in the middle, I don't even have to bring security. I don't understand this pet peeve he has with Josh, but I don't care. I don't even like him that much, so whatever.The only thing that hasn't changed is that Thomas is constantly stressed a
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— Kelly's father owns this company, I'm pretty sure you can cut at least half of that amount here if you hire him.Thomas frowns and stops trying to get me to stop talking. He pulls me onto his lap and looks down at where I'm pointing on the paper.“Here,” I show. "I can give you his number if you want."Thomas looks at me for a few more seconds, his expression uncertain."And while we're on the subject...I slip out of his lap and go to the table. I take half a dozen more papers andI sit on your legs again.“Don't get mad, but I took a look when you were sleeping.— Cecilia...“I know, I know,” I say. I dismiss with my hand and show the papers. I bite the edge of my lip and look up at him. Thomas stares at me with darkened blue eyes. “I have some ideas of things that might help. You know, to cut costs."And why would a little girl who hasn't even gotten out of diapers know how to run my business better than I do?" he asks arrogantly.“Because the little girl is about to graduate at
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I arrive early from class for the first time in a long time and take the opportunity to rest a little. The hotel's heated pool is the perfect choice and that's where I go. I eventually fall asleep on the chaise lounge and wake up almost in a jolt when I feel hands on me and a mouth covering mine.- What…I scream as Thomas pulls me up and throws me over his shoulder like I'm a doll. I shake my legs as he crosses the hotel with me.- What are you doing? I ask, but instead of answering, he slaps my ass. Everyone is staring, but he doesn't seem to care. He presses the elevator button and only puts me down when he gets in there with me. - What are you doing?! I ask again.Only then do I look at him. Thomas is… smiling. Very. Blue eyes gleam as he walks towards me and pins me to the wall.- What…— You look delicious in that bikini — he says and looks down my body. — I don't know if I like to see you showing off what's mine around for anyone who wants to see — he complains and pulls me bac
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Thomas…” I groan as he starts kissing my neck and moves down to suck my breasts. When he comes back to my mouth, I ask, “Did you…did you sleep with anyone else in that time?”His body stiffens above mine for a moment."No, Cecilia," he replies with a sigh. “I haven't slept with anyone.He kisses my neck and spreads my legs with his knee." Wh- why not?" I ask through a groan.“Because I didn't want to. I didn't feel like it,” he replies with sincerity in his voice. My silly heart races at that simple sentence. Did he not? But… “Any more questions, crystal?” - speaks in my ear while running a hand over the body. I shake my head and he squeezes my breast. — Good girl… You like it slow, don't you?I don't even have time to answer because, like the other time, he goes down between my legs and doesn't stop until I come in his mouth and I'm all limp on the bed.Suddenly, he flips me onto my stomach and slaps my ass again. I hear the sound of Thomas taking off his clothes and he lies on top
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thomas“I'm tired, Thomas.Cecilia's lips tremble and the tears mix with the water on her wet face. Instinctively, my fingers dry it. I walk away. I keep my distance, because I don't recognize myself anymore.I know that we've grown closer over the last two months and I've had to be nicer to her because the girl really does seem like a delicate crystal that can't be broken, but this excessive concern I have for Cecilia is not normal. As Caesar said, I'm not used to defending anyone."Tired of what exactly?" I ask with a clearing of my throat as my thoughts start to scramble again.“From my whole life,” he whispers and sniffs softly. The nose turns red from crying. — I'm in the most difficult phase of my course, which I've always done out of love and dedicating myself like crazy to working with my father, who I find out by chance has sold me to his best friend, that I… —That you…?“Nothing, Thomas. I just wish things were easier,” she whispers and sighs. — I wish you didn't hate each o
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Cecília“What's going on with you, honey?I squeeze my knees and I can't look at my mother because all I feel is shame. I'm an idiot, but I already knew that. It hurts a lot that she's looking at me with that face of who knows how stupid I am.“I don't know,” I say softly and squeeze my knees even tighter. - I just…I look at her, but I can't see anything because my eyes are about to overflow with tears. She and Dad arrived two days ago and it's been a screaming and cursing fest all over the place. Thomas and my father are about to kill each other. And every time Dad says he's going to take me away, I feel like throwing up.“I don't want to go, Mom,” I say and bite my lip. “I want to finish college and stay here with…“With Thomas? she asks in shock. “With the man who will force you to marry him to get revenge on your father? Cecilia, where are you thinking?I shake my head and say nothing, because I don't even know how to explain it. Thomas has this thick way about him, but… Maybe I'
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- "What happens now?" Lora questioned.- "Steve will listen to the whole recording countless times" Colton replied, nonchalantly.Both walked side by side to the end of the hall, where the training room was located. The soundproofed room was empty that morning when Colton opened the door, then waited for the redhead to enter.Deep down, that militarized man didn't like what he was doing. Teaching Lora to be an agent, when she hadn't even mentioned that she enjoyed the profession, felt wrong.- "Today is your lucky day. Let's practice some shooting" he commented.Target shooting was an activity that involved testing proficiency and accuracy, foresight and speed. It didn't matter if the shot was short-range or long-range.- "Where do we start?" The redhead questioned.There was a demarcation on the floor of the room, which indicated the place where people should stand, so they could aim at the target and shoot. The distance between the mark and the target was ten meters. Lora positioned
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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
