"Thank you, Emi, it's improving my self-esteem a lot," I mocked as I passed her, returning to the bathroom. He was small enough that she didn't even want to approach the door, but she stopped in the hallway and kept judging me, going down and raising her eyes through my body in that damn tight outfit. I rolled my eyes when I looked at myself in the mirror. "She has every reason to not want anything to me and to have deceived me. How could I think she had given me the real number?”"Don't think like that, friend," asked Emilia. "You don't even know if she was really just interested in making fun of your face, or do you? I doubt it's that. She may be wanting to help you with your fashion issue... Or, I don't know, maybe she talked to someone in the station's studio and they said good things about you.”I laughed and echoed all over the apartment. If there was one thing those people on the station wouldn't say, it would be about me. They hated me for no reason. They would never say good
"Girls, let's be a little calmer," said Joana, being sensible. The family lawyer. She stopped smbling and turned to watch us. "You act as if we were going to rob a bank, when we just want to have fun in the most discreet way possible.”"We are running away from home," argued Jackie, bothered by the situation. It was nothing new to anyone that she was always the most centered among all the sisters, that should be why she was our mother's favorite. She got up from my house, after buckled her boots to her knees. "And we are famous... The chance of kidnapping, robbery, murder, and quartering is quite great, you know?”Running away from home for a night out would have been very easy, if we weren't famous, we didn't have a large team of employees at home, social networks that needed to be updated, and a business mother who always had to know where we were and the reason for that. But, as we were nothing like that, it was very difficult to find a plan to prevent our mother from following us w
Lionel Jones was his name. Brother of my late father, and family lawyer. He was always involved in meetings, whether they were professionals or family members. He was that kind of uncle that no one liked to have around. Embarrassing, unnecessary and unkind. He did not have the same physical size as all of us, and he always had the right to say that we needed to reduce the amount of food in our meals.A hell of an asshole. My mother was his hostage, like all of us. Our father did the unfortunate favor of including his brother in his will, so he was practically our tutor until we went to court to prevent that. He never caused us problems, so we never involved a jury. But the man knew how to be a real pain in the ass.At the time of our arrival, he watched as Joana closed the door and approached. He always tried to make my sister lawyer, really liking the fact that she was the only one to follow in our father's footsteps, and his own. But she didn't make a point of sounding delicate or g
Even though it was a Sunday, if it weren't for the rain that fell in the city in a totally unexpected way that night, that nightclub would certainly not be so empty.I used to work at that place until shortly after midnight, but the house remained in operation until four o’clock in the morning. Those who stayed until later, taking two shifts and only stopping after closing, were the ones who received more. But I had to be at the station at eight o'clock, and never, since I knew me for people, had had eight hours of full sleep, so I didn't even risk getting that terrible time. However, just to have something to do with and not think about Jessy, I accepted the worst shift at the bar.I was surprised by a nightclub without so many customers on the usual weekends. The rain had that power to scare people away. It was very good, seen on the one hand, since I didn't even have to bother doing more than just washing glasses. The club employees were a little nicer than those at the station. At
The idea gave me goosebumps. Not that Poliana was ugly or unpleasant to contemplate. She was a beautiful, thin and tall woman. It wasn't my type, but even so, it was still someone who caught the attention of all the novices in the nightclub. Her problem was her character. The woman simply scattered around the four corners of the nightclub all the most depraved details of her experiences between four walls - and experiences with our colleagues from that work. She didn't have the slightest sense of ridicule, and still embarrassed everyone with her obscene descriptions. I wouldn't mind getting involved with her just because we work together, but thinking that she could go out talking about me like that... I didn't like that at all.I wasn't religious, but sex was a delicate subject. I couldn't accept people who talked about their tricks in bed to embarrass the one who shared them. It was immature, and almost like a betrayal, even worse. Sex makes us vulnerable, it is something confidenti
My sisters and I almost cried when we noticed the rain coming. Not for fear that our makeup or hairstyles would be undone, but because the rain has always had that effect of making people change their minds. We wanted the nightclub to be booming. It was a Friday night. We wanted to have fun and meet new people. To be honest, I really wanted to have some excuse to find another man and forget about the call never received by Hazz. And only a nightclub would give me that.Thanks to my request not to arrive in a limousine, we were divided into two cars, each with a driver and security. My mother didn't give up sending an armed man to wait for us outside. She said she knew very well about how much the trendy nights in the city could end in the worst possible way, especially for such important celebrities. I couldn't contradict her, so when we got out of the luxury cars and continued the rest of the route on foot, my sisters and I were determined not to get involved in any confusion. Becaus
Hazz turned his face to me, getting so close now that he could have kissed me if he wanted to. But he didn't want to, although his eyes were scrutinizing every point of my face."Dd't you wait for me to really call? "He replied, still in a tone of scream so that I could listen. My ears would end that night buzzing with so much screaming and loud music, but I nodded, raising a thumb so that Hazz would understand me without much effort. "I'm sorry, Jessy. There was an unforeseen event.”Hazz screamed something else, but I couldn't hear it, right at the time he spoke, Joana was screaming and pushing a nearby girl. I rolled my eyes. The last alert and deal we made that night was to avoid confusion and there was our lawyer totally losing control. The greatest luck was that she hadn't even drunk, or the situation would get even worse. Hazz watched the scene with wide eyes, and I shrugged, as if apologizing. My sister and the girl grabbed each other's hair, and I walked away a little to keep
If Edgar hadn't called for me, I would probably have dropped everything to stay in the middle of the track talking to Jessy. She looked beautiful that night. She wore pants and a short blouse, but she looked beautiful. The face made up "even if it was just a lipstick and maybe blush", and the hair drained like a cloak on his back. Speaking of the back... When I turned to keep going towards the bar and glimpsed her back... that round and prancing ass, in that heart shape that I wanted so much... I almost threw all the reins to hell. The woman was a spectacle. There was no way to deny that. She looked like a work of art. It was wonderful."Hey, Romeo" called Edgar, laughing at my face. "Are you going to drooling on customers or are you going to give me this bag of ice?”It wasn't even a bag of ice anymore. I had held that for so long and with my body so warmed with shame and desire to be with Jessy, that he was nothing more than bagged water. Even so, automatically, I gave it to Edgar a