All Chapters of How to hate a Ceo in 48 hours: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

- Bár ... Bara ... - He said slowly, with a slurred voice, while the cup with the bubbling liquid made a tremendous effort to balance itself in his hand.I looked at the two practically naked women next to him in the hot tub and grabbed their clothes:- Get out of here now! – I ordered – If you don't get out of my way in two minutes, I'm going to throw you from up here.The two rose from the hot water without question, frightened. I threw the clothes over them and opened the door:- If you come back here, I swear you will regret the day you were born.- She doesn't lie! – he shouted – She does! Jealous... The descla ... - he couldn't finish the pronunciation of the word, he was so drunk - She's very jealous...They left immediately, closing the door. I went back towards them, who were already walking in the hallway and warned:- Out of here I want to say “now”. Go wear your clothes somewhere else. I don't want to see them in here for a second longer. - I screamed, furious.They glared

His finger reached my pleasure point, making me moan, held back by his mouth.Hector's lips descended to my neck, which he licked before giving a hickey, his fingers not neglecting to keep me aroused.- Why don't you let me touch you... Fuck. – I complained again.He laughed seductively, biting my lip, tenderly and gently:- If I let you go, I know you'll run away.- No... I won't... - I assured, in a thread of voice.He pulled back a little and slightly bent my legs, then spread them in his direction.- Ah... It kills me... Literally. - I felt my skin crawl before he did what I predicted.The index finger touched my pleasure point again, being squeezed lightly while making circular motions, making me go to heaven (or hell) in seconds.I screamed, rolling over on the bed in ecstasy, closing my legs and trapping his hand between them.- Oh, I love hearing your screams and moans when I touch you, Barbara. I missed your skin so much, your smell... Your hot pussy.I took a hard breath, tr

As soon as we entered the Hospital's main door, we didn't even have to go to reception to find out about Allan. The bouncer directed Mr. Casanova, who seemed to be known everywhere he set foot, directly to the receptionist, who guided us to the elevator, which would take us to the second floor, where his father was.As soon as we entered the elevator, along with the receptionist, Hector took my hand. I laced my fingers with his and couldn't help but stare at it.- All very well? He lifted my chin with his free hand, making me face him.I took a deep breath:- Yes... I just don't want to wake up. And I don't want you to forget... Nothing.- I already told you I won't. I am well. You can ask any question, from the part after the painkillers - he smiled - Before that I just remember a crazy woman threatening to throw people from the top of the building's roof.- Do you swear? Why did I do that, right? I'm very nice to you and you know it. I should have turned my back and walked away.He

As soon as we arrived in front of the apartment, he said, looking at me, his eyes burning like fire:- Can I come down? - He touched my leg, sliding his hand inside, under the thick fabric of the pants that was completely strange and did not adapt to my body.- I would very much like to. But not now... Not today. - I looked at him sternly.Should I tell you now at once? It never seemed like a good time to reveal to Heitor Casanova that he was the father of a beautiful four-month-old girl, without even knowing how the little one was conceived.I could be judged as selfish or self-centered for not revealing it at that moment, or that night because everything was going so well between us in a way that it never had before. I knew he needed to know, but we could and deserved at least a few days of peace and love. Because despite everything, I didn't know what his reaction would be, already anticipating that denial would come one way or another. Between showing the diary and the various par

- As you already knew what really happened... - I looked at the clock - You can leave my house, please.They both looked at me, surprised as I headed for the door.- But... We've come a long way. Where are we going to stay? We can't go back at this hour. – Bruno complained.- That's not my business. The house used to belong to Salma, now it's not. As you said yourself, she “kicked the boots”... “The parakeet rested”. – I repeated their ridiculous phrases.- What the fuck, I thought we'd be rich. – Breno spoke in an altered tone of voice, tapping his foot on the floor.- With the money Salma could have saved? – I laughed, sarcastically – She was a simple nightclub dancer. Nobody gets rich this way.- But I've read about call girls who got rich, with important clients, like judges, CEO's , politicians. – Anya said.- The point here is that Salma was not a call girl. And there's no way for you to know, because you didn't participate in her life - I opened the door - Tomorrow I'm going to