I don't even know how I could continue at work after the moment Jessy called me in her dressing room. I had to fold the handkerchief to be able to keep it in my pocket, but I spent the whole afternoon thinking about that woman, in her words. I wonder if I had hit my head while I was sleeping? I wonder if I was still dreaming?Never, not even in my most perverted dreams in the world, have I dreamed of a woman like that wanting something from me. Even more something as serious as sex. All right, I wasn't a virgin, I shouldn't value a simple carnal act so much, but... Sex was sex. And no one would go out distributing fucks on any ordinary Friday.I was so stunned by that whole thing, that I didn't even notice that my co-workers did little to be kind. After Jessy's interview, I was sent to the security room, but not to do anything more useful than clean the screens where the security guarded the cameras.At least there, in the silence in which men remained to remain alert, I could think o
Therefore, I sat on the steps that led to the upper floors, right in front of Henrique's door, and he left when he intended to play ball on the street. Now that ball was forgotten on the floor, between his legs, and his eyes widened to the paper in my hand. Even I didn't believe that, let alone."I'm the dumbest in the world, that's what you mean, right?” I replied, showing the spots on the numbers. I no longer knew what was nine and what was six. Nor what was two and what was seven. It was a mess. Out of anger, I threw the handkerchief on the floor, noticing the strong smell of talc that remained in my hand. Unconsciously, I associated that smell with Jessica's presence. "I won a number of the most beautiful and hot woman in the country and ended up losing. It's like playing in the mega sena and washing the note in the pants pocket.”"How to get a free ice cream and a pigeon shit right on it," said Henrique, in a comparison that had nothing to do with anything. I watched him with a f
"I don't know what you're planning," said Gabbie, biting her Subway sandwich and spreading pickles all over the upholstery of the car. " But I know it's going to go wrong.”"I just want to have sex with him, Gab," I explained, looking at my cell phone screen."Holding, but first you want to turn the man into a supermodel, in a magazine cover that you discovered overnight," she said, rolling her eyes. "Jessy, I don't know how you find it so funny to do this to men. It's not like you're God, wanting to change their lives for the better. It's like the devil of the Ghost Rider, who comes with a proposal, when in fact he only has an interest in his own gains. You're crazy, really.”"And I should fire you for being so sincere," I mocked, laughing. I loved Gabbie's references. She was as crazy as I was. Maybe worse. I still wondered what the hell she had told Hazz if he didn't even know what he was doing inside my dressing room. " But only you can find my cell phone when I lose it, and my lif
I laughed. Gabbie closed her face. It was a lie. I had never had sex with my security guards in the car - only when I drove alone. But she was jealous enough to think that her boyfriend would have witnessed something inappropriate.My fingers ran and went down on Instagram, WhatsApp, Facebook, but I didn't even pay attention to the photos that appeared. I was waiting for a call. It was late at night, we were coming back from another interview I had to give that day, and we were heading to Mac Donalds, because I refused to eat any nonsense that wasn't there.And even after so many hours, the blessed man didn't send me anything. I began to worry if he would not have suffered any accident like the man he had been replacing earlier. I didn't doubt anything. The guy hadn't been a director."I'm just saying that you can have sex with anyone, Jessy," she insisted, hitting the key again that I shouldn't keep deceiving strangers out there, and that getting involved with famous people would onl
All my attempts to contact Jessy Jones were a failure.I even sent an email to his advisor, but either the person in charge was deliberately ignoring me, or it was a completely different person from that arrogant and strange friend who had taken me to his dressing room, because I had no answer and I was very clear in saying that he was a friend who had received the phone number of the famous and could no longer get in touch.In my head, it was impossible for them to think that I would be lying to be able to have access to the woman's personal life, no matter how much I had only started following her after that failed attempt to contact her by email. But, it must have been obvious only to me, because stopping to think about the amount of followers she had, the probability of my message having beenI tried to call with the blurred number of my wet wipe, and was attended by gypsy people who promised me to find love in three days " which I really considered tempting, to see if I would fin
I sighed. A while ago, basically at the beginning of that friendship that began on a day when a letter from the bank was delivered to Emilia's mother's apartment and she came to return it to me, in which I noticed that she gave some signs of being interested in me. And not as a friend. In those days, I had made it very clear that I had no interest in getting involved with a younger girl. Emilia was twenty years old, we met when she was eighteen, even though she was of legal age, I never had any desire to exceed a limit beyond friendship. But in the last few days I was noticing that that hope was growing inside her again, but I was too empathetic to want to sound firm enough to push her away, so I tried to get around the situation."You need to eat so you don't get sick, Emi," I said in a low tone, using common sense. "Your mother already cares too much about your stepfather's shit, don't make her go through bigger problems with a sick daughter. Please, for her, for me, eat right. Not
The sun touched my skin like fingers of some very kind God, warming, invigorating. I used to like foreign countries because of the snow and the cold, because it engaged on social networks and turned an ordinary photo into something beautiful and enviable. But the warmth of my own country... The way climate change was drastic and unexpected, I would never stop loving it. My skin was white, but it was usually tanned, because clothing brands preferred skins in that tone to contrast with the pieces, unlike the catwalks that always preferred pale and very thin models.I would never have become a model if the world had not changed, if people had not realized that being fat or being short did not change the fact that I could represent a brand very well. Only, even in the face of these changes, a lot of prejudice existed around the patterns of ideal bodies. I've never tried to lose weight, I've never had surgery, or applied something to make my face more angular. All my traits were natural, g
Joana laughed, but she stopped when she saw my expression of a few friends. I loved my sisters. I lived with them even though I had money to live quietly alone and even in another country. But sometimes, especially when it came to relationships, they irritated me. We all had our intimate problems that influenced our love lives. Joana, the sister who was born two years after my birth, had no relation to men or women since I knew her by people. I even had a suspicion that she was a virgin, even with twenty-six years on her back.Janine and Julie, the twins who were most recognized by social networks in the last five years, were those who never spent more than a week without a new boyfriend. It never lasted. It always ended on the eighth day, and on the ninth they were already with another. Jackie was also decadent at this point, despite being the one among us with the kindest and cutest face "attributes that I always thought had been acquired because she was the youngest", it was still