NELLY The promises hidden in your gaze trigger waves of heat in the molecules of my body, setting fire to parts over which I no longer have control. I want to hide from your sparkling irises and protect my body from the evil that your smile imprints, but I end up walking to the edge of the pool and testing the water with the tip of my toe. He looks like one of those beautiful landscapes that we can't believe are real, David Bragança is half-naked and holds out his hand to me. "You're thinking too much." His voice whispers, laden with something I can't identify, but which sends a new wave of heat through my legs. I pull the air tightly into my lungs and, without thinking too much about the consequences, I decide that I want to live this moment with him without reservation. The way he looks at me makes me feel powerful, sexy and everything I never imagined I could be to anyone. "I'm coming for you, Mister. Bragança." I touch the sides of my bikini and slowly pull it down, turning on
DAVID NARRATING... Nelly just disappeared. I haven't heard from her since we spoke this morning. She was in Octavian's office, hell, it was her first appointment and she just didn't show up. My eyes scrolled across the cell phone screen throughout the meeting waiting for news, but nothing. No damn message. I had a grumpy lunch and took it all out on Leyla, but the worst came when I called the office and received the news that she hadn't even spoken to the psychologist. My poor secretary had only just realized where the scam was coming from. The worry blinded me and, for a few minutes, I acted like a sadistic madman, tormenting every poor soul in that building for news of her. She didn't go to work or tell anyone either, my fingers itched to call her mother's number, but a voice in my head signaled that that wouldn't be a good idea. What the hell, if she doesn't call me by ten o'clock, I'll call Kaciana's number. Nelly, don't tempt me. I can be a possessive and controlling man.
NELLY "Are you sure, darling?" There's a bit of care in his question, the fact that he's acting cautiously after everything I've told him makes my heart smile realizing that he cares about me. He wants me to be sure of what I'm doing before we do it and that pleases me, it's not just sex for him. I close my eyes to stop my mind from repeating the famous phrase I've clung to for so long. For God's sake, I love him with every cell in my body and I've loved him since I was a teenager, when I first saw him. But we're two adults now. Only I know he's not ready to hear me talk about my feelings yet, his mind is still on his dead wife and it will take me some time to convince him that there's nothing wrong with loving again. Please love me.I beg mentally. "Yes." I say, opening my eyes and finding his gaze fixed on me. He slowly descends between my legs and inhales my scent as only an animal does. "I'll erase your bad memories, darling. All you'll remember after tonight is how good my mo
NELLY Red. Some say that this is the color of love and passion, but for me it's more linked to desire, lust and David Bragança. The only man who has my devotion and loyalty. Yes, David is red and runs through my veins like the blood that keeps me alive. He is like my worst nightmares and best dreams. The memory of what we did last night flashes through my head, and once again I pinch my arm to make sure it's real. We're lying on our sides in his bed, his body perfectly pressed against mine, kneading the bruised flesh of my bare ass while his manhood nudges my folds and makes me wet. His heavy breathing ruffles the small hairs on my neck and I end up moaning, involuntarily swaying when he moves behind me and rubs his hardness against my sensitive opening. I get a bite on my shoulder and stifle a cry at the surprise and the scrape of his teeth against my skin. I close my eyelids to control the euphoria of waking up with this man. This can only be a dream. I blink and tilt my head
NELLY His words make me wetter and more involved. I grab the pillow and squeeze my eyes shut. So close. "Come on, Nelly. Come for me, come for my cock. His thrusts increase and he turns me over, my legs are wobbly and my breathing is heavy. "Look at me, love. "He asks and I look, I see the exact moment when he lifts one of my legs up to his shoulder and enters me again, acting like a good torturer, sliding in very slowly. I moan and he laughs softly, slapping me in just the right spot to get me hooked again. "I'm coming..." I admit, feeling the hot sensation come slowly and explode with everything. David continues to pound away mercilessly, increasing the strokes until he comes all over me. My heart races as I look at his handsome, mature face, his white hair is mixed with black and he looks a mess all naked and sweaty, but he's still the most handsome man I've ever seen. "I need to remember to use protection next time. "He says, watching my face with affection, resting a kiss on
DAVID Gray. All I can think about is how that guy's eyes fit with the boy who took his virginity. I didn't like seeing them so close when I got off the elevator, I still can't define my feelings, but she looked uncomfortable with his presence and something inside me wanted to protect her. Her face is so familiar, I'm sure I know it from somewhere, maybe if I had looked more closely I could have come up with a name. My fingers burn against the leather of the steering wheel from pressing them so hard, but it's either that or stop the car in the middle of the avenue and demand the kid's ID. Boy. He wasn't a boy. Younger than me, maybe, but not a boy. Danm. Who was that little fellow? That thought makes me so uneasy that I have to increase the speed of the car to assuage my anxiety, and out of the corner of my eye I watch as Nelly shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat. She grunts, looks at me unaware that she's being watched, and bites her full lips, eliciting a direct reaction
NELLY I know I shouldn't be snooping around, exploring the rooms of his house without permission, but I'm being impulsive, driven by my thirst for him. I turn my gaze to the corridor where his room is to make sure he's not coming, pressing my lips together, knowing how much I'll annoy him if I'm discovered here, right in front of the forbidden door, the only place in the house I haven't been yet, and I take a deep breath. Making the final decision, I reach for the door handle and surprised to find it unlocked, I check the corridor again, my saliva running down my dry throat. Christ. This is about your past, something intimate. But... I can't go back now, I need to understand your mind, get to know your ghosts in order to get to your heart. I enter the room, facing the darkness. I close the door slowly, avoiding making any noise. My feet are bare against the tiled floor, and on my body is a clean blouse of yours. My breathing is rapid, and I have to put my hand on my chest to cont
NELLY Tears fall from my eyes and reach the black velvet, I cry for him, for Lígia, for Luís Miguel and for the baby who never had the chance to live. I cry for all the innocent victims who died because of irresponsible drivers, drunk idiots who only think about themselves and how drunk they can get. I cry as I put everything back in its place, I continue to allow the tears to fall as I slide the tape and close the boxes, but I wince when I hear footsteps coming, I wipe the tears with the wrist of the shirt I wear and drop the work in half, walking on tiptoe and turning off the light before peeping through the door and escaping to the pool area, diving into the cold water to hide the tears, a few minutes later I hear my name in his mouth and he comes through the door like a rocket, eyes sharp and a serious face. He knows. I hug my own body, feeling the fabric of the blouse stick to my skin with the help of the water. David Rosna and ergolook into his, finding hunger in place of ange