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With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 35
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
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 36
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
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 37
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
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 38
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
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 39
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
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 40
NELLY I left David's apartment to go home. It seemed like the right decision after the silent breakfast. The atmosphere became awkward after that fateful sentence left my lips and, although I wasn't expecting a reciprocal response and was acting according to my heart, his detachment and obvious discomfort made me sick. My submission to him is nothing new, but I feel as if I've broken some magical barrier by confessing my love in that intimate moment, with his sperm still dripping out of me, I'm transparent when we're together, my actions are like the first steps of a child, and I've already made it more than clear how old this feeling is. Come on, even a blind man could see my teenage crush on him. The man isn't crazy, and I'm sure he's noticed. I'm not crazy either, and I know he has feelings for me, even if they're small. Argh! I shouldn't have spoken, that's the truth. Should I call and ask if we're all right? I think and stare at the cell phone in my right hand, tempted to loo
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 41
DAVID "You really don't want me to take you to the hospital?" I squeezed my partner and friend's shoulder, understanding the intensity of the pain he was feeling. Years ago it was me, the same lost look and countenance. My chest tightens, because it's like looking in the mirror. But there is still hope for him. "No, I called her parents. I... Uh." Her gaze meets mine, stunned, and I can see the tears welling up in her eyes. "She's my life, man. I can't lose this woman." I sigh and pull into a hug. Giulliard cries like a frightened child in my arms. "You won't." I say, though I have not the slightest idea of your bride's present state, because that is the only comfort I can offer, and I hope it is all that a tormented heart needs. "She's so perfect, man. So full of life that even when she's grieving and having big problems to solve, she's the most amazing person I've ever met." I keep quiet, realizing it's a vent, he needs it and all I'm going to do is listen. "We never got b
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 42
NELLY "I suppose I expressed myself badly. I'm sorry. Is our time up?" I didn't wait for your confirmation, I just hurried to grab my short-handled bag and get up from the small gray L-shaped sofa. "Actually, we still have fifteen minutes," says the man, looking at the gold watch on his wrist with an even-handed expression. ''Really?'' My voice is strained from trying to sound relaxed, my eyes being drawn to the door every moment. He notices, steps in front of me, and advances towards the rectangular wooden table that I've never seen him use, but which always has a cup of coffee on top. Octavio shuffles some papers, clutters the pile of folders, and ignores my presence. "Doctor..." I stop, cleared my throat and drew some air into my lungs and changed my body to face it. ''Octavio.'' I call him by his first name, regaining his attention. "I just remembered that I had a very important appointment. Do you mind if we forget the remaining fifteen minutes?" He smiles, but doesn't show
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