Chapter 44.
Bonus 2.
By Lora Miller.
| When she gave signs of life and the pain returned to my chest. |
In the blink of an eye, days turned into weeks and soon more than six months had passed. During this period, soon after being comforted by my daughter, I had a frank conversation with Carina, who advised me to seek help with weekly therapies. At first, I was a little hesitant, as it never crossed my mind to seek help from a psychologist because of a pair of horns and a kick in the butt. Fortunately, I listened to the new Mrs. Vacchiano and am now going to Dr. Catrine Smiths.
All in all, it was a great choice.
I was doing well. Always attending the weekly therapy sessions, opening up more, focusing on the big project that had become the construction of the French heir's outdoor mall, smiling, feeling my heart keeping a rhythm of its own, happy with myself, my children and
Chapter 45.Bonus 3.By Lora Miller.| When she became unforgettable. | Is it possible to fall in love with a person in a single night of living together without the slightest emotional attachment?Since the night I met that girl, Alicia, at the bar, and we went to the nearest motel, it has been a little more than a year. I had a hot, wonderful, amazing night with the stranger, whose name I only knew, just as she knew mine. Although there was a strange desire to really get to know her, a whole new desire burning in my chest, I just left a goodbye note and went home, leaving her sleeping like a beautiful angel on the luxurious red sheets. It was a night without promises or unnecessary questions between us. Never again would our destinies intertwine. Miami was too big, and the United States, even bigger.On the other hand, just over 365 days after a night of casual sex, I ha
Chapter 46.Bonus 4.By Lora Miller.| When the past returned for a brief moment. |Part 1.It had been almost two weeks since I had met Alicia again at the restaurant and found out that she was the youngest daughter of the couple who owned the restaurant. Almost every day I faithfully went there for lunch, even if it took a few minutes because I was swamped with construction work, to see her and exchange a word or two with her. When I felt more comfortable, I apologized for leaving her sleeping alone in the motel and left with a single goodbye note. She just smiled and affirmed that everything was fine, which encouraged me to ask for her phone number.I couldn't hide the huge smile on my face, which was due to the fact that Alicia Reese had just agreed to go out with me. We would meet on Friday night of the same week in a quieter and more private bar, diff
Chapter 47.Bonus 5.By Lora Miller.| When the past returned for a brief moment. | Part 2.I wanted to laugh at Sofia Grace's irritated and furious expression. Arabella's face was still livid, and I could almost see her begging me not to tell her wife that she was still looking for me.— Well, didn't you tell her, Arabella? — I asked, looking directly at her. Arabella remained silent. I let out a falsely disappointed sigh and turned to Sofia Grace. — Your wife kept calling and texting me, until I had to change my number three times. Nowadays, can you believe that she still has the nerve to keep creating fake profiles and harassing me on my social networks? — I nodded my head in denial, although I wanted to laugh. The scammer looked like she was going to have a stroke at any moment, which I was loving. Finally, I continued in a deba
Chapter 48.Bonus 6.By Lora Miller.| When Love Touched Me Once Again. |Throughout my almost 37 years, I have deeply loved three people. The first was Ian, my ex-husband and the father of my two children. Our marriage came to an end, although our companionship, friendship, and respect only increased with the passage of time. Currently, he, his current wife, and I have become great friends. On the other hand, my second love experience was not very good, and I was still left with a broken heart and some traumas as consequences of Arabella's selfish and irresponsible attitudes. I could never force her to reciprocate my feelings, nor to continue her relationship with me while desiring and loving someone else. On the other hand, much suffering and tears shed could have been avoided if she had been sincere from the beginning. About three years after the near-event of the wedding of the centu
Chapter 49.Bonus 7.By Lora Miller.| When the past came back for the last time. |— See you tomorrow, Miss Miller! — The security guard at the entrance of the P. & G. Vacchiano Construction Company building said goodbye to me as soon as I passed him. — Have a good evening! — He continued in the same kind tone.I smiled slightly in the direction of the man who looked more like a human closet, for he was very tall and muscular, and stopped walking so that I could answer him better.— Likewise, Jonnas! — I wished, flashing a huge smile. — And it's Lora, not Miss Miller. It doesn't even seem like we're friends. — I rolled my eyes, in good humor.Although he could have an intimidating appearance, Jonnas was a good-hearted man and a great joker outside his security posture. His wife, Ingrid, had babysat for Ashley as a
Chapter 50.Bonus 8.By Lora Miller.| When she said yes to me. |— Love, since the kids are asleep, shall we watch a horror movie? — asked my girlfriend in a low, very low tone, lying next to me. — Please, Lo? Yes, let's, shall we? — Alicia even had the courage to give us a cute pout.Although the room was dimly lit, I could see how Alicia had an expectant expression as she waited for my answer. I hated this genre, and she knew it.— Ok… — I rolled my eyes, giggling. She let out an excited shout and stole a kiss. — But we need more popcorn, Ali. — I held out the empty container.She took it and stood up, before murmuring:— My love, with this miracle of you agreeing to watch horror movies with me, I can plant a cornfield to make as many pots of popcorn as you want. — She winked and walked away
Chapter 1. — Once upon a time there was a bar... |Today | I will never put another drop of alcohol in my mouth for the rest of my existence on earth! This was the first thought that occurred to me when I woke up the next morning after a night of drinking with a complete stranger. In fact, it only took two glasses of vodka and three martinis to get me drunk. A grunt of pain escaped my parched lips, while my head throbbed in an irritating way. Without much choice and feeling an irresistible urge to pee in the first bathroom that came into my field of vision, I sat down on the bed in one sudden movement, causing a strong nausea to hit me like a runaway truck. Why did I make up a drink? Still in the cloud of having just woken up minutes before, I realized that the mattress, on which I was still sitting with my head throbbing and my eyes closed, was strangely too soft for an architect, practically newly graduated and hired by a big construction company like me, to boast as a luxury i
Chapter 2.— Once upon a time there was a lunch in a not very nice family….Sunday has always been my second favorite day of the week, second only to Friday night and the entire Saturday. Or could it be considered a third day? Anyway, the question remains. But back to the previous topic, there was a reason behind my special, personal appreciation. In my not-so-distant adolescence, it was customary for me to gather with my parents in our small dining room and have typically Brazilian lunches in our simple Philadelphia home.Yes, I was born in Brazilian lands. However, I ended up on American soil at the age of ten with my parents, a sister still hidden in my mother's belly and big dreams of a better life as part of our luggage. However, after going to the bar on Friday night, waking up in a room that did not belong to me and next to an unknown woman on Saturday morning were making me hate my beloved Sunday. Holy shit! Such hate! As if the previous day's embarrassment wasn't enough, I n