All Chapters of What My Husband Shouldn't Know: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Pretending to be lip-synching to the song and nodding to the beat, I make five large hamburgers with my hands and begin placing them in a clean pan already heated and smeared with melted butter. My hips sway from side to side as my waist tickles. I jump, my heart pounding in my chest as the air catches in my throat. Turning around, I see my sister behind me. — Cam! - panting. “Gotcha,” she jokes, grinning from ear to ear and goes back to poking me in the ribs. I stop the music on the cell phone. 'How did you get in?' I didn't hear the bell. She walks around the island, sits on a stool, resting his elbows on the counter, and picks up a slice of onion. “I found Nicolas outside,” she explains. “He told me to come in. I tilt my head, peering out the window, and see him with a few friends around my grandmother's old car that Nicolas's father paid to have towed here since it's not working. I couldn't leave it in the apartment, and it looks like Nicolas is finally making good on his promise

Didn't Nicolas tell her I own a construction company? Does he even talk about me? Grief starts to eat me up inside. “Well, he tries to be,” Dutch joked, answering her question. I glare at him, but I feel like laughing. Teasing is with ourselves, but I wish the asshole wouldn't do that at work. It compromises my image, dammit. — Shit! Porscha suddenly yells. I look back at her quickly and see the rainwater falling on her head like a waterfall. The tarp ripped at the top of the structure and spilled all the water that had accumulated in the crevice. She stands up quickly, escaping the water, and stretches her arms, trying to get it back in place. But she can't quite reach. Coming up behind her, I reach over and hold the tarp in place as I turn my head and jerk my chin at Dutch. He nods and leaves to get the staple gun. Porscha lets go of the tarp and slides under my arms, staying beside me, laughing. - Are you okay? I ask. She nods, wiping her face and shaking her jacket. - Yea. I think

02It was a busy morning in downtown Las Vegas, just like every other morning. The ever-awake skyscrapers in the city that never sleeps exuded money and power. This was a place where people would never feel at home, yet they wouldn't want to leave either.It was still too early for the rest of the world, but not for the ambition of the casinos and clubs that opened their doors and showed the public the best of life; the pleasure. The elegant buildings along the avenue housed offices, nightclubs and residences. The eclectic mix was what characterized the city of sin, its vastness and love of novelty. Boredom would never set in in Vegas.Among the countless pleasures in the city of sin, the police departments did not rest either. The phones rang relentlessly at the police station, especially on Saturday mornings.And in the midst of the hurricane that the department proved to be, Lora Lins walked through the reception. She was out of place in this troubled environment, with people movin

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

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