19( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere Bu
POV VICTORIACause I want to touch you baby And I want to feel you too I want to see the sun rise Over your sins, just you and meWhen I wake up, everything around the room is bathed in sunlight. I look at the clock, it's 8:43 am on Saturday. Even with my body asking for another ten or fifteen minutes of sleep, I get up.I head to the closet in search of the most comfortable dress I can find. I end up opting for a daring piece, a tight black dress, not too short. My inner goddess applauds. It's a simple dress, I like the fact that it makes my legs look more shapely. I feel passable.I go back to the room and put on a slipper. My hair isn't bad, so just a few strokes with the brush will make it presentable.I leave the room after getting ready and make my way to the kitchen, where I spot Mrs. men. She's busy with breakfast and doesn't notice me.- good morning - I try a light approach so as not to scare her.- Good morning, Vic - Mrs. Homes says with a bright smile.- Where's Christop
When the buttons on the dress are undone, Christopher slides the straps over my shoulders, revealing my braless breasts. He smiles as he sees the prickling areolas of my nipples and my chest rising and falling rapidly. I want him more than I can say in words.Without preamble, he captures my left breast in his mouth. His lips pinch my nipple with the pressure necessary to make me convulse.I arch my back to push my chest into his mouth. Christopher nibbles my nipple and I cry out in surprise. A fine line between pleasure and pain.He pulls my dress up, bunching it up in silhouette. He takes my right leg, which is crossed over his torso, and places it on the counter. He repeats the process with his left leg. I couldn't be more…open.My arousal wet panties weigh heavily with his ministration on my breast.I close my eyes, only to hear the sound of the fly of his pants being unzipped. He brushes his cock against my sex over and over, even with the barrier that is my panties.- Please...
POV VICTORIAI wake up feeling my body warm as if something is wrapped around it. It's not like I don't know why. I open my eyes to the light emanating through the windows. Christopher has his legs entwined with mine and his face buried in the crook of my neck.It's an adjustable position, however I prefer to have it wrapped around me. My body fits his well, and after sex I want nothing less than to sleep warm and curled up with him. I blink a few times to get used to the sunlight."Good morning," I hear Christopher's voice murmur sleepily, and hot as hell. I roll my eyes at the thought, he always has the sexy voice.- Good morning Mr. Blanc - I answer. Christopher lifts his face so that my gaze, lazy even, meets his.- Sleep well? - Question. I smile sideways and bring my face closer to his, almost enough to bring my lips to his.- Hmm... let's say so, but I could have a better morning - I reply. Christopher smiles, fully understanding the meaning of my request.- And what can I do t
Holy crap!Christopher is pissed at me, and I feel so guilty. And once again, the megalomaniac mister makes me feel like a child without saying a single word.Christopher glares at me and I can sense his anger.- So I say “no” and you do the opposite? - he murmurs.“I felt so sorry for him, and I didn't mean to piss you off, Christopher. I... I feel lonely sometimes - I lie. Actually, I wanted to irritate him, but now that fact can be changed.- Will the dog be your company? - He mocks in a low tone."You are," I whisper. An easy and affectionate approach can change his mind about the dog.- I? And why do you decide to go against me? - Christopher asks, his tone is now higher, nothing that a stranger might notice, but I know him well.For God! We don't need an argument over this.- Don't make all that speech for a puppy. If you're angry, fuck it, stop me, but don't take it out on him. I want him to stay, and for his own good, he better stay! I say it more firmly than he, or even I, wo
AlreadyIt's been two days and I haven't heard from Chloe, I call her and herher cell phone is always off. I care about her and her baby. even stillbeing a fetus, he needs care and support at this time.Closethe bow of the white robe and walk to the kitchen. I should call Chloe morelate, or perhaps pay him a visit.-Good morning, Ms. Blanc,” Gina mutters as I enter the kitchen.-Good Morning. Where is Christopher? - I ask, since I woke up alone in bed. IT ISbad not to be the first to say 'good morning'.-In her office, with Taiga-she answers. Gina pours me a cup oftea-Thanks.-Hi - I hear a familiar voice ring from the entrance hall.-Elliot! - I say surprise.Hewalks towards me with a sad face. It's not like the same Elliot as meI know. He is wearing a black jacket, dark jeans, and ankle boots.leather.Whenhe is next to me, he opens his arms invitingly for a hug. Ithe hug. It's not the most comfortable situation possible, because I'm usinga robe and nothing else!-
** porscha He's not answering. It's the second time I've called in fifteen minutes, and I haven't had any replies to the messages I've been sending either. Did he still remember being here at two? I hang up and look at the clock on the bar wall, seeing that it's almost midnight. There are still two hours before my boyfriend thinks my shift is over and he can come pick me up. And here I was thinking we'd be lucky today, if I left early, to have an amazing night. Shit. I need to fix my car. I can't keep depending on him for rides. Music plays around me, customers laugh to my right, and one of the bartenders fills the cooler with ice on my other side. I start to feel restless. If he's not picking up, then he's either asleep or left. Both mean he'll remember me when it's too late. He's not always reliable, but this wouldn't be the first time, either. That's the problem with turning your friend into a boyfriend, I think. He still thinks he can get away with it. I grab my shirt and bag from
Moving to the next row, I put my things aside and crawl around, looking under the seats to the left and right, feeling around on the floor. A long pair of denim-clad legs are in front of me, and I look up to see a man sitting on the bench with a handful of popcorn on its way to his mouth. He keeps looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Sorry,” I whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I dropped my drink and my phone dropped and slipped somewhere in here. Mind if I look...? He hesitates a moment and then blinks, sitting up. — No, you can look. He puts his stand aside and stands up, pulling something out of his pocket. - Here. He flicks on his phone's flashlight and crouches down, illuminating under the seats. Immediately, I see my cell phone under the seat next to his and pick it up. Thank you, Lord. We both stand up and my shoulders relax. I can't buy another one now. I run my fingers over the screen to see if it has any scratches or if the glass has cracked. - He picked up? -
19( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere Bu
17( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere Bu
16Fashion Week had come to an end. Lora was in Vegas again the following week. And to say that many of his thoughts remained in New York would be an understatement.After a few calls, a few reports delivered, and brief conversations, Jack invited Lora into the department. There were details that would need to be discussed in person.- "And then he bought the shares of the company?" the inspector questioned, leaning forward on his cluttered desk.- "Yes. The justification is that he was not ready to move away completely and suddenly" the redhead reported.Lora was facing Jack in her cluttered office. She wore ordinary clothes; dark jeans, a hoodie and practical sneakers; as possible to go unnoticed. At this point, being discovered would be like setting the investigation on fire.- "Some part of the story is an untruth" Lora rambled on.- "Why?" the inspector showed interest.- "He claims he was not ready to leave the tracks. However, when he took over the family business, he said it w
15( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drunkard's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere
3 years ago...I don't usually get attached to the details of life. The little points of happiness are not important to me. Christmas. Thanksgiving. New Year. I don't care how exciting those dates seem. But I know, I feel, that inside me there is something wrong. I should see the world in a better way.I stare at the vibrating cell phone in my hands. I'm shaking, feeling a fear I didn't know I was capable of. After all, how could he just call me back? How can he think the past is over when I relive it every night? He's destroyed my life to unimaginable levels, and now he's trying to approach me like it's not important.My dad, Jean, is calling me for the thousandth time. After ten years apart, I finally heard from him. Now he is a Hollywood film director, one of the most acclaimed men in the state where he lives.When the device stops vibrating, I notice I've been holding my breath. It scares me because I know we are different people now. He is a good man, does charities, gives his mo
10At first, the car made a slow turn. The speed did not reach one hundred kilometers per hour. The pilot was just getting to know the power of the engine, letting his experience take care of the moment.On the second lap, his foot weighed on the pedal. Every second the sports car got faster, finishing the curves in record time. Evans was focused but also relaxed. That was the only time he could turn off all his senses and worry only about crossing the finish line.When he passed the pit stop, the booming and powerful noise was even more explicit. Steady, steady accelerating made the tires resonate with friction on the asphalt.Fascinated by Evans' headstrong way of driving, Lora couldn't contain the urge to get up. The woman was too agitated to watch from afar. And as she walked forward, she heard the taps of Lana's heels. The blonde was leaving the racetrack pavilion and entering the safe side of the track.- "Lora" she called. The sound was muffled by the car's engine growling in a
08Lora kept her pensive gaze contemplating the immensity of Las Vegas. She thought about her life; what he did, what he was doing and what he was going to do. His mind revolved around the problems he already had, and the others he was getting into.For the third time in the morning, Drake had gone to her friend's bedroom door and forced the lock, hoping it was open. He didn't know how much he'd hurt her, but he knew that isolation was a bad sign.Lora had a protective instinct; he wasn't able to trust, so he could hardly love anyone. He was always on the safe side of the street. However, there was a reason for such behavior; she knew she couldn't bear another disappointment. The first person to break his trust was his father, someone who was supposed to protect him, and since then his whole life had been based on measures of emotional detachment.- "Baby, I know I was wrong with you. I didn't think straight..." Drake paused.- "I wish you well, and only. I can't see you scared foreve
05( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally out of action You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhe
04- "I can't believe we're going to the red carpet again" Drake muttered in a squeak, barely hiding the joy he felt that day.After receiving a breakfast basket from Jean, they had both made a comfortable trip to Los Angeles. The crux had been the jet chartered by Mr. Lins so that her daughter would have all the comfort possible. The intention was to wrap Lora around until her thoughts could revolve around the man her father was, not the man he was.- "You match this life" Lora replied while sliding her fingers through the satin dress she would wear for the night.It was an imposing piece, in a shade of red very close to the copper strands in her hair. Unlike the previous one, the dress was not daring. With long sleeves, a modest length and a closed front, the Dolce&Gabbana model looked perfect for the occasion. Its only relevant detail, other than the embroidered seam, was the long opening in the back.- "I agree"Drake enjoyed the view through Lora's picture windows. Los Angeles wa