Joana nodded, emitting an encouraging sound."Dad situations shape a character, Hazz," she said, in professional cadence. "Each of us is already born with the ability to think and understand in a unique way. You and your brother may have been hungry. You would have become a rich man who did not allow himself to return to poverty. And he would become a poor man who didn't care about tomorrow, as long as he had today. Psychology is very versatile for explaining things like that. Your brother must have gone through this trauma in childhood and acquired some kind of inferiority disorder. Sometimes he even wanted to become a man in every sense of the word, but to grow up in his shadow, maybe he reminded him of where he would return if he didn't do everything to stay where he was.”"So, following psychology, would being arrested be his way to stay in the city and not return to poverty?”"It would be a way of telling all of you that he was never happy with that life, and that, yes, he would
There was a fact about being a celebrity in the middle of a world full of lions. You would never be able to establish yourself or stay at the top for a long time, without the necessary help, or the allowed influence. I had good contacts. My mother too. But there were certain types of situations to which we still needed to submit to maintain that pattern of untouched and sovereign celebrity. In the eyes of the tabloids, I was a snab who pretended not to love anyone, but who still had feelings for her last public relationship.When you are directly involved with fame and power, you have to learn the dance of business. I had learned, since I was sixteen, that my life was a showcase. I had to show good models, good manners, and good gestures, because that would be copied by the rest of the world. And one of the facts I couldn't escape is that a celebrity always needs an unfinished relationship to be able to move the gossip pages. It wasn't fair. It wasn't cool. But it was necessary. And I
"Ah, get over it, Jessy," he grumbled, almost leaving the paper and gesturing with his hands in his effeminate way. Honestly, even I didn't know how I hadn't realized all that lack of masculinity. And it took me a year to realize it. Dumb was not enough. "I wouldn't call if I needed help, you know that.”"Yes, because you know that I would only make the situation worse with everything in my power," I said with a wide smile. Nicolas didn't even blink. " But I still know that something is happening, or else you wouldn't have asked for this meeting. What happened?”"It's about your father," he said, and suddenly I felt cold.I was wearing a thick coat, pants, long boots, and even a cap. The cold had nothing to do with the snowy night, but with the subject. I got stuck in the chair, and Nicolas walked away too. So the weather at our table seemed too heavy even to other people's eyes, and I took my glass, sipping to ward off the devastating cold in my soul."What's wrong with my father? "I
The next day, Hazz and I should have breakfast together.We didn't have sex when we woke up, because Hazz was a real bear when it came to sleep. The man simply didn't even breathe after sleeping, and he didn't move enough to suggest that he could have sex.I loved having sex when I woke up, there was no more invigorating exercise. Hazz did not share the same desire, so I had to stay at least two hours for nothing at the hotel, while he played his Panda Bear performance and abandoned me to moths.With boredom, I changed my clothes and went down to the lobby, asking for breakfast and some tourism tips. I would only have one job in the next two days of that, so I needed to look for something not to get bored or let Hazz realize my anxiety to know what the media should be saying about me.The friendly receptionist told me to visit one of the four ski resorts in the city. It wasn't my first time in Aspen, but I would still use the resource of a driver and a security guard to get around saf
"I heard of an athlete who broke his neck skiing on vacation," Hazz said in a morbid tone.“ Oh, Hazz! Don't keep tinging my walk. If you don't want to go, you can let me know.”"No, I will, but I don't want to break my neck," he said, massaging that part of the body, still with concern on his face. "You look like you're trying to kill me. Whether for too much sex or in something dangerous.”"Oh, damn it," I grumbled, getting up and sitting on his lap. "I was discovered!”Laughing, Hazz kissed my neck, gently sliding his nose into my warm skin. He kept drinking coffee, as I took one of the bags and started to pack everything we would need.Hazz began to get excited as he watched me put everything in the bag according to the list of materials. There was food, cereal bars. Sunscreen. Lip protector. Ski wax. Our clothes were already waiting in bed, but I put extra gloves and caps inside the backpack. You never knew when you could catch a blizzard, and I didn't want to go back to the hote
Hazz shrugged, without denying or confirming anything. He stood up and gave me his hand to do the same. When I was very young and had never frequented snowy places, I always thought it should be a lot of fun to make snow angels or just leave me there and watch time go by. But that was impossible. Not even the sudden notion of how close Hazz was to my body gave me any desire to have sex in that cold, let alone lie down and stay there.But I noticed that there was a peculiar glow in his eyes, and I told the instructor that we would go down to some restaurant. The man seemed relieved, aware that he would no longer have to deal with us, and that perhaps a bunch of children without experience were better than Hazz.Still laughing, my travel companion and I managed to get to the village of the station, reaching the restaurants after a good walk followed closely by the security guard and the driver. I was generous, I gave money so they could have fun too, and the men silently agreed that the
We made sure not to produce sounds of crackles, no matter how intense the kiss had become, no matter how much the desire made us want to shake those mountains. The passionate kiss went to unbridled in seconds. The change was so fast, so tenuous, that I was out of breath, ecstatic. One of his hands squeezed on the back of my neck, holding me in the way he thought it was easier to kiss, while the other slid to my ass, raising my leg.The tongue explored the inside of my mouth, aware of what I could do, of what I knew, and I totally appreciated the moment, leaving myself light in his arms. The hand he kept on my legs rose to my back, as he pressed me on his chest again, so that I felt that, even with the cold, his cock was still growing between us, he was still preparing for the hot reward that awaited him.I gasped in his mouth, crazy by the premeditated sensation of that carnal contact. Hazz lowered the straps of my bra, exposing my breasts, and his nipples bristled by the cold, but th
Jessy and I were almost going up the stairs of the lobby, driving to the elevator, when a voice called her and we stopped. Jessy was inert, but I turned to see a full-bodied and older woman, who climbed the steps two by two. Before she needed to talk, I already knew it was your mother. The woman watched me, then looked at my fingers intertwined in her daughter's hand and frowned so deeply that her face even seemed less jovial. She waited until her daughter turned around, and Jessy trembled against my hand."Hi, mom," she said, smiling. It was such a false smile that the woman just rolled her eyes, so she crossed her arms. It was very clear to me that Jones women should have a secret way of talking through looks, because they stared at each other in silence for long seconds, so Jessy poked me with the fingers of her sweaty hand. "This is Hazz. Hazz, this is my mother, Jocelyn.”" Pleasure" I said in a friendly tone. The woman undid the expression of indignation towards her daughter and