ATHOSConsidering that the first thing I had done on arriving from Belize the day before, after getting married to Ryleea , was to send an eviction notice to Arnaldo BiShop, giving him thirty days to vacate the house I intended to demolish, I was not surprised. when I found him waiting for me at the reception, as soon as I entered the building that housed my company. Only he was wasting his time going there. There was nothing he could do or say that would convince me to change my mind.Now that Ryleena had become my wife and I could prove, with her testimony, that I did not intentionally rape her, or even impregnate her, that accursed old man no longer had any trump card with which to blackmail me. If I insisted on going to the press with that story, no scandal would be generated with my name and, after all, I would still be seen as a good Samaritan who saved the helpless girl from her motherfucker.With that, I was free to go over his house and I would. It would make him homeless, ho
I took her by the hand and led her upstairs, locking the door from the inside as we entered my room. I noticed that Ryleea was looking around, as it was certainly the first time she had entered that room. I needed to decide whether or not to invite her to bring her things and sleep there, as we would be sharing the same roof over the course of several months and I would be unable to keep my hands off her during that time."Are you really all right?" she asked, looking back at me."And why wouldn't I be?"Eliminating the distance between us, I took my hand to the back of her hair and pulled the pigtail that held it, undoing her ponytail, watching the dense, dark strands fall beautifully over her shoulders.“You do not look well. Did something happen?"Please stop asking questions and make love to me." I need it now.Rylee looked confused, unable to understand. As she did not say anything, I just attacked her, holding her firmly by the back of her neck and taking possession of her mouth
ATHOSWhen I got back to work, I felt much calmer and more relaxed, so I was able to focus better on work during the afternoon. As the hours passed, I held a few meetings with the engineers and lawyers, sorted out everything I had to resolve, and finally remembered that I needed to get a doctor to do Ryleea 's prenatal care .With much insistence, I managed to convince Dr. Gabriel, one of the best obstetricians in São Paulo, to travel by helicopter to SaintClair City, bringing all his medical paraphernalia for the beginning of his consultations, since I did not trust the only doctor there was. in that city, since he could be a friend, or even an accomplice of Selena. Doctor Gabriel would arrive in three days, and would return for subsequent appointments, or when needed.I spent the whole afternoon thinking about Rylee , how good it was to be with her, to taste and smell her, to possess her. I have never wanted a woman as intensely as I wanted her, a feeling that had only grown after w
- Clear. I am sorry. I shouldn't even be making you talk so much. The doctor said to call you when you wake up. He'll come back to check you out.She started to walk away, but I stopped her, saying:- No. Hang on. Do not call him. I do not trust anyone in this town, especially someone who worked with your mother. Ask the head of security to come talk to me, I'll send him to Belize in search of someone trustworthy. Also bring my cell phone, please. We need to beef up security more than ever. If William is at home, ask him to come see me. I need to thank you.- He is outside. I'll ask you to come in.I imagined what my enemies would do to her, for carrying my child in her womb, in order to affect me and an unbearable knot formed in my stomach." Rylee , I need you to promise me that you won't leave this house until the new security guards arrive."A slight shudder went through her frail body."Do you think I am in any danger?"- For sure. The person who is trying to break up with me see
RYLEEA few days later...It was just over a week before I turned eighteen, and with that, Marina and I would finally leave that backwater, never to return.My God! I could not believe that I was so close, that the dream we had been fighting for all our lives would finally come true.It was several years saving money, making plans, thinking about the smallest details. Since it was not just the two of us now, but we also had my baby, we would need even more money, at least enough to guarantee a few months' rent on a nice apartment, until we managed to find a job. However, we were already providing that money, overbilling the baby's trousseau purchases, which we did every week at the mall in Belize, without Athos suspecting he was being stolen.He did not pay much attention to what we were doing, so focused was he on ensuring our safety, on making sure we did not leave the house without a bunch of armed security guards following us, because he believed his enemies would make an attempt
Immediately my mind projected dozens of images in which Athos was murdered, right there in front of me, by another hired gun, who was watching us through the porch and my stomach twisted with terror, when he headed towards the door, where he had left. the noise.— Please, do not go — I asked and got up out of breath, with the sheet wrapped around my body, hiding my nakedness.- Stay here. I need to see who it is.- No. You are unarmed. It could be dangerous.Ignoring my words, Athos opened the balcony door and walked through the small space, overlooking the front yard, looking all around carefully and I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that there was no one there.“Must have been a cat,” I said, joining him.“There are no cats here. There was someone on that porch and he could still be out there. He took me by the arm and led me back to the bedroom. He locked the balcony door from the inside and slipped the key into his pants pocket. "I'll let security know." I want you to pr
An almost impossible passion is a theme that has inspired poets, writers, and dreamers throughout history. It's an intense feeling that arises when we find ourselves deeply attracted to someone or something that, for various reasons, seems to be beyond our reach. This passion is often characterized by a mixture of emotions, including desire, hope, challenge, and often, frustration.The challenge of an almost impossible passion often lies in practical, social, cultural, or personal obstacles that make it difficult or even prohibitive to pursue or attain the object of our affection. This can occur, for example, when we fall for someone who lives a great distance away, belongs to a different social group, or is in a relationship with someone else. These obstacles can turn the passion into a complex emotional dilemma, leaving us torn between what we want and what seems possible.An almost impossible passion is also often fueled by the intensity of the feeling, as the prohibition or inacce
- No. I want to dance for you. Sit down. I pushed him across his chest until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes boring into me with interest.Meticulously following the plan, I went to the stereo and tuned in to the only radio station in town, where college country music was playing. It was not ideal for the purpose, but it was what I had. Then, to the melancholy sound of the sertaneja duo, I began to move sensually around the room, dancing and insinuating myself. But that was not enough, I needed to capture his full attention, distract him from everything else. So I started taking off my clothes, slowly, one piece at a time, as I watched the malice come to life in the gleam in her eyes."Even with that puffy belly, you are pretty hot," William said.I was only in my bra and panties, two simple black pieces, and I still had not had the opportunity I needed. If he did not act fast, it might be too late.With my thoughts in mind, I took my glass from the bedside table, next