Chapter three

CAMILA SILVA

I let my legs spread slightly apart, while his hand made a trail down my thighs. Halfway down he squeezed them eagerly, while his eyes devoured my breasts through my cleavage. Ethan was calm, making a slow, torturous path. When I finally feel the tip of his finger through the slit in my panties, I let out a heavy sigh.

All this delay he's taking only makes me more eager, more desirous. The desire is already coursing through my veins, setting my body on fire, begging for him, for even one contact. It leaves my body on fire, begging for his release in the form of mutual pleasure. Oh I want him, how I desire him. Every woman's dream is right in front of me, and without a doubt, I will enjoy every second of it. Whether here or on the ship, he will be mine in every way imaginable.

I wrapped my left arm around his neck and pulled him toward me, initiating a slow and sensual kiss. Our tongues waltzed together, dancing to a more daring rhythm as I felt his hand slowly move in.

As his hand began to caress the top of my panties, I pulled his lower lip with my tooth, giving it a hickey. I hear her moan of appreciation. As I finish, I return to the kiss and he continues to caress me, drawing small moans from my lips.

I feel as his fingertip pull away a little from the fabric, placing his hand there with eagerness. I draw in an anxious breath, longing for the moment when his index finger will touch my wet part, feeling the desire coming out of there. When it finally happens, I can only let out a sly moan, feeling him play with my pleasure button.

Seeing that his intention was to torture me, I start to move my waist, helping the movements of his hands.

With my free hand I move down his body as well, passing right over his bulge. I don't even want to imagine what it will be like when the time comes. In fact, I want to imagine it, and besides imagining it, I want to feel every inch of him.

I start to caress him on top of his pants, looking at him with my best naughty face. I lean my body toward him, grazing my nipple on his arms, bringing my lips to the tip of his ear, kissing the area around it.

“I will pleasure you, darling, in the same proportion as you pleasure me," I speak sensually in his ear, returning to normal.

I feel his finger press on my pleasure button, turning it with a certain brutality, starting a not delicate, but extremely quiet dj. I throw my body back, biting my lower lip at the mix of sensations that have taken over my body.

The air is on, but still the car is hot. It's hot because it and I are on fire!

It's okay that I am a resolved woman, but with everything that is going on I haven't even gone after a sex. For the time being I've just been doing my own thing, trying to solve my own problems. But when you have in front of you the pure desire for consumption, the word "no" refuses to come out of your mouth.

I unbuckle his belt, running my hand over his boxer briefs. I run the tips of my fingernails along its entire length, even over the cloth. At that very moment I feel when a finger of yours, without any feather, invades me with everything. At that moment the pleasure I felt was so great that it was impossible to do anything else but roll my eyes.

Now I no longer hold back my moans, I just let it roll. The temperature in the car is already more than hot, after all, we are both boiling. It was with this in mind that I decided to stop for the day, after all we would have long days ahead of us.

I close his pants and take his hand away from my precious one, earning him a confused look.

I slip my hand under my dress, slowly pulling my panties down. I take the fabric and lean toward him, placing it in his hands along with a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I hope my gift can help you.”

I let out a mischievous smile, leaving the double meaning of the phrase in the air.

I open the car door and get out before he says anything. I make sure to give him a little roll in the butt.

The doorman sees me and recognizing me lets me through. I thank him and enter the building, greeting him from above while waiting for the elevator.

When I get home, I go straight to my room, remove my heels, they were almost killing my feet, go to the bathroom and remove my makeup. I take a shower due to fatigue and put on white silk pajamas. I go back to my room and lie down on my bed, picking up my cell phone with the intention of talking to my fiancé.

This is crazy, people, until yesterday I was a woman on the street of despair and today I am the fiancée of a great CEO with a very high reputation. In short, the world doesn't turn, my dear, it really flips over.

I take the opportunity to look at my I*******m and am startled to see that several people are asking me for a friend request. I narrow my eyes and look at I*******m to try to find the reason for all this.

When I put in that search area it was just pictures of us, me and Ethan, in a romantic mood. I squint my eyes as I click on the first one, seeing that it made it into a story.

~Just an affair or a sincere love?~

"On Wednesday night (18) the big businessman, Ethan Salvatore, was spotted at a fancy restaurant with a beautiful escort. The two were in a romantic mood, exchanging affection and smiles. At one point, we see the emotional girl as the businessman slips a beautiful gold wedding ring on her finger.

The businessman, who until then had been very discreet about his intimate life, has never been seen in the company of any woman since he was left at the altar years ago. That is why it surprises everyone to see him with such a beautiful woman, making us sure that he is much more than an affair.

Until the moment of this post, neither of the two men has spoken. Anyway we wish the couple all the happiness possible."

Most of the articles were like this, the difference was that some had more details about me. Others even marked me, so I understood what happened.

I take the opportunity to see a little of his past and I am surprised, I understand why he is so bitter. To see your brother with the woman you love, on your wedding day, must be something remarkable and tragic for anyone.

In my opinion he was even mature, if it were me I would have beaten them both well. No, the Brazilian blood speaks louder in situations like this.

I open my I*******m for everyone and go back to W******p, seeing that he answered me.

~☆~

_ Let me know if my gift is useful, I can prepare another one for you.--- Camila.

_ You can let me next time I'll take it from you myself.--- Ethan.

I get even warm from imagining the situation, and how pleasurable it would be.

-We're on all the gossip sites, they're fast. Can I carry our pictures?

I change the subject.

-Yes you can, I'll do the same.--Ethan.

~☆~

I take a deep breath and choose two pictures: one of us kissing, the other with our hands crossed showing the rings. I put it with an excerpt of that Pixote song, translating into English right.

"If this mouth wasn't such a good kisser

If this hug wasn't so massive

If you want to know if I want someone else

Not for free, not for free

No harm done

There's only room for you in my heart.

I love you with all my might, Ethan. I am the happiest woman in the world to be your bride, your companion, your love!"

It was a matter of seconds after I posted and I already had countless messages of support for the couple. My private has been filled with women telling me to die, it's even da da do.

After I published it I regretted having posted my favorite song, but it's gone, there's no turning back.

I ended up smiling with the comments and the reaction of people. The gossip sites were quick and didn't think twice before updating the news, this time announcing me as his fiancée. It was even strange to see me on those sites, and to read many of those nasty things. The famous press harassment that I will have to learn to deal with.

I decide to stop reading the news and go to his I*******m, seeing that he posted the same pictures, only with different captions.

"It's amazing how my smile with you seems to be more beautiful, how life by your side seems to be more beautiful. I can't wait to go to sleep with you, after another night of love and live forever by your side. I love you my little piece of people that I now have the honor to call my bride!"

Oh people, boys can be cute. Such a beautiful and cute text, too bad it's all a facade. It is even strange this whole situation, or the turn it will bring to my life. Now, as it turns out, I am no longer an anonymous person. My face is on all the gossip sites on I*******m, I imagine that tomorrow it will be in all the magazines; whether they are printed or not.

I just hope I don't become known as Ethan's wife, fiancée or future ex-fiancée. If there's one thing that makes me nervous, it's a woman being known because of the man, not on her merits. I am much more than the woman who is with him, who goes to bed with him. I have my story and I deserve to be recognized for it.

I come out of my thoughts when my cell phone starts vibrating like crazy. The reason? My family group was in total chaos, after all, I did not tell anyone beforehand, I just took everyone by surprise with this engagement of mine. I won't tell them the truth, I'll let them believe it. My sister would be upset to know everything, especially since one of the reasons is the surgery of the little girl. She already has enough on her mind, she doesn't need anything more.

I smile when I see my family freaking out. I answered in the group, made up a story about this romance and told it. I made it up carefully, so that there is no chance that they will find out about the lie, after all, that is what we will tell his family and everyone else who wants to know about our story.

As I finish talking to my family, who are still freaking out, I get into my conversations with him who had already sent me something else.

~☆~

-You mean you don't have room for anyone else are you?!--- Ethan.

-You mean you love me?

I return the teasing, not holding back a smile on my lips.

-I don't know anything.

-What are you doing, brunette?!

-Ready for bed and you?

I ignore the fact that I'm practically naked in my pajamas.

-I laugh at my parents' outburst.

-As I thought, they want to meet you tomorrow before we board the plane.

-Any tips?! -Camila

-Just be yourself.

-They already think you're beautiful and are already your fans because we're together, so relax.--- Ethan

-Good to know, fiancé!

-I'm going to bed now, see you tomorrow.--- Camila

~☆~

I hang up the cell phone after a good little lie, feeling confused and a little frightened by it all. I've never been on a front like this before, I have to be careful that no one gets suspicious, so I'm going to have to fake it really well, but my biggest challenge is going to be not getting my heart involved.

I know myself well enough, I know I'm good at heart. I get attached easily, I want to care and protect the person, expecting the same thing in return. But I can't forget, at any moment, it's all a facade. I am Brazilian, I get intensely involved in whatever I do, it is already part of me! A part that I will have to learn to separate.

He is very closed, he made it clear several times that after marriage everything ends, he didn't leave any openings for me to have any kind of hope that something might evolve. It will be like sex with no strings attached, only much longer. So I will be the whore, yes, but I can't involve my heart in any way.

I deny with my head, pushing the thoughts away. I will have lots of sex during this time, I will get to know incredible places and I will be a great actress that even Globo will be jealous, wanting to hire me at any cost. I will hold it together well this month, the farce will be so perfect that no one will be able to imagine that it is just a lie.

After that I will go on with my life as if none of this had happened. I will settle my debts, my little one will surely be fine, I might even be able to bring my family along with me. It would be a dream that I thought impossible for so long, but today I see how real it can be.

Positive thoughts attract positive things, so I have to have faith that everything will work out. I know everything is going to be alright. I will make all my dreams come true, I will be able to save my niece!

With all these thoughts I fell asleep, while the world outside exploded with the newest news that I had just dropped on everyone. A bomb that no one was imagining, least of all me, the bride.