All Chapters of How to hate a Ceo in 48 hours: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

- Celine Casanova.I grabbed my bag and ran out of there, blind with rage, towards the Casanova Mansion.Now I took a taxi, to avoid the risk of running into Daniel if I called an app driver. I even thought he was a nice man, until the conversation we had after I saw him and Salma in the living room.I was the type of person who had few experiences with men. But enough to recognize bad characters from afar. Of course it wasn't that fast, or I certainly wouldn't have gone to the Motel with the purse snatcher. But the slightest attitude led me to comparison with Jardel, who was the worst kind of man that could exist.Casanova” types ... Disqualified hot, begging to be “tamed”, exuding masculinity and wetting innocent women's panties, like me, wherever he went.The bastard made me lose my second virginity. And it didn't even hurt, even with endometriosis. In fact, it didn't even hurt like the first time, with Jardel's insensitive.Thinking about Heitor, I arrived in front of the Casanova

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I found Daniel and Salma making out on the couch.I was unsure whether to pretend I didn't see anything and follow or stop and say hello, pretending Daniel wasn't the sucker I found out about.After all, it was difficult to tell my best friend that the man she was interested in, which was very rare for her, was an imbecile and maybe he was using her to stay by my side. As much as she knew me, she would think, at the very least, that I was being conceited and envying her boy."Hi..." I said, trying to pretend that everything was fine.- Baby? – Salma got up from the sofa, her mouth smeared with lipstick.- Hey guys.Daniel sat up and I immediately looked at his pants. I remembered the situation from the other time. But everything was in place... Nothing pointing my way.- Came... Earlier? – Salma asked.- I went to solve some problems.- Hmm... Are you sure? She smiled ironically.- Yea.- Did you know that Babi and Heitor are... How can I

I arrived from Perrone and opened the door of the building, coming face to face with an old motorcycle in the corner. I didn't even know if it was allowed to put that in there. Not even bicycles were left there, near the door, blocking the passage up the stairs. It would be a good idea to put it inside the elevator. At least it would be good for something, as it was now completely spoiled.I climbed two stairs and came back, looking at the motorcycle again. Despite being battered by time, she remained beautiful. I remember seeing that model in magazines many years ago, when I was barely in my teens. I had a certain passion for motorcycles, even though I only rode one a few times.Jardel bought a motorcycle once. I rode for a while and he let me drive for a few minutes. I remember it was one of the best feelings of freedom I've ever had. A short time later he traded his motorcycle for cocaine.I went upstairs again, trying to push the bad thoughts away. How difficult it was to get rid

I continued blatantly masturbating him as he drove. Just me, sex withdrawal. Since I met Hector my sex life has been turned upside down... And that was too good. The fact that I knew how much he wanted me drove me crazy to provoke him... To later relive everything I felt, like when he fucked me hard in the elevator, while worrying if I was okay or feeling anything. pain.And I deserved what the heavens divine lord was giving me. That Greek god was every woman's dream. But he was mine... at least for the moment... and after he was done with the other two women he had. Naughty, disgusting, vulgar, bad, miserable, despicable... Or simply “disqualified”.A disqualified man who came back from a trip and could have been anywhere ... But he was riding with me on an old motorcycle on the freeway in the capital of Noriah North, leaving a car worth more than I would earn in a lifetime of work in the hands of my best. friend.We passed almost without noticing a police car parked on the road, wit

I was afraid to answer the question. Barbara tested me all the time and anything I said could be used against me in the future, by herself.Yes, officially Cindy was my wife and not Milena. Because I didn't eat Milena. He didn't even kiss her with his tongue. In fact, we barely saw each other. Fuck, why did I even go through with this ridiculous engagement? And I was just wondering about it now, because Barbara wanted a thousand details about everything.If I was faithful to Cindy, even though she was good in bed, and I still thought I liked being with her? So-so.Of course, Barbara will think I'll never be a faithful man. The thing is, I've never been as crazy about a woman as I was about her. Would I be faithful to Barbara? I'm not sure. I would only know if I were with her. We only had sex once... Still I wanted so much more from her... I was a fucking man who thought about her all day... And dreamed about her at night. Out of nowhere, I found myself thinking about her kiss, her ey