All Chapters of How to hate a Ceo in 48 hours: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

- And the other one wasn't? he asked, ironically. - Sit down. – he said seriously.Okay, it wasn't a life-and-death affair where I needed to quit and run, although yes, I was in a bit of a hurry. I still needed to go back that day to the city where I lived most of my life.I looked at Sebastian. We had known each other for a short time, but we had a certain connection from the first moment we saw each other. There, facing him, I even remembered when I was in that same chair, asking for a job, two months ago. His interested look and request for sincerity during the interview.I still wasn't sure if I was really in Perrone for my intellectual capacity or to serve as revenge against Heitor Casanova. I was also trying to understand why Sebastian was trying to keep me there at all costs, even though I had asked for an advance on the second day of work, being involved, or rather, “being” involved with the man he hated, having meddled in life. his personal and still giving him a slap, follow

I went there to ask for an explanation... We didn't talk to anything and my panties were already soaked and all my body did was cry out for him. I wouldn't see Hector anytime soon again. I had no idea how long it would take my grandmother to get better, and I wasn't even sure if I would return to the capital.Once again my life was turned upside down. And just at the moment I thought everything was falling into place: a good job, a possible romantic relationship after so much time alone...Hector led me to the glass table and spread my legs, placing his body between them. I felt his tongue on mine and then I realized how much I was involved and in love with that man and that he missed me a lot in those miserable two days, that is, 48 hours. What would become of me?The kiss was getting hotter and more intense and I felt it when his mouth seemed to want to devour me and my lips didn't leave her, completely. Hector's scent was killing my sanity... The expensive perfume mixed with all th

Two days after my arrival in the countryside, I received a call from Hector. To say that my legs didn't immediately shake and my heart didn't beat faster would be a lie.Oh Hector, how I wish you could tell me right now that you sent Cindy out of your life, your home, your country... If that's what you called me for, I'll be yours forever. But if not... You will meet my fury."Hi..." I said, trying not to sound nervous.- I just can't stand to miss you. – He said at once.- This sentence can be changed. May I suggest it be “Barbara, I miss you so much.” What do you think?- You fucking understand. What a habit you have of trying to confuse me... And make me even crazier than I already am.- You can change this to: Barbara, without you I can't even think straight...- Fuck, when are you coming back?- This one you replace with: “How is your grandmother? I hope well."He was silent on the other end of the line, but I could hear his nervous breathing.- Tell me Cindy is not in charge of

I could tell that it hurt me deeply. But it didn't hurt, because honestly, I didn't expect great things from the man who got my mother pregnant and disappeared, leaving no trace.- I never had expectations of him. – I confessed.- If he was a horrible, cruel and cold man to you and your mother? Yes it was. But he regretted it, in the last years of his life.- And I judged Allan - he laughs, with derision. “I think he was much more of a man than Francesco Perrone.- Francesco Perrone regretted it and that's what matters."It doesn't fucking matter to me," I yelled. – I was ignored by this disqualified person for 27 years. Do you know what 27 years is, Sebastian? – I started walking around the huge room with little furniture, completely stunned and nervous. “Now I understand why my mother didn't even talk about him. Because the ordinary wasn't even worth the saliva you spent on it.- Baby... I know. I never thought he did it right. But since I knew there was you in my life, I haven't gi

If I wanted to go back into that room and tell him how much I loved him, that it wasn't just deep feelings, that I made that up not to say what I really wanted? The answer is yes. Did I have the courage to do this? Not.There was a time when I let my heart speak louder and I was screwed for eight years, suffering in the worst way possible, for the man I thought I loved, for his mother, for his brothers, living pains that weren't mine.I could no longer do this. Now my pains. I tolerated Mirela and Cindy. Then the call the blonde answered. The mess at North B. when she was there. I tolerated him saying that he couldn't go on with the business without her, as she was his trusted person. I endured knowing that the underclass had an apartment in the same luxurious building as him, given as a gift. Now, for him to steal my idea and say he'd done it for me… No, that wasn't forgivable.It was like getting into a relationship already knowing it wouldn't work out. We weren't Romeo and Juliet,