All Chapters of Voluptuous Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I... I already said... I'm nobody," he repeated, swallowing with difficulty. The man would burn if he kept looking in the direction of my breasts. He blinked, looking up at my face, and seemed even more shaken. "I don't know what a person like you might want from me.”"Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked. It was the minimum. He denied it with his head. "Do you have children?”"The other woman asked me the same thing," he said, pointing to the door. I giggled again. At least the weird way improved my mood. "And, no, I've never had children. Not even animals.”"For never had it?”"Have you ever?” He returned it.I denied it with my head."No and I won't even have it. Neither of them.l“I... It just never happened," he said, still stunned. "And it's not quite a short-term plan, actually.”"Great," I spoke with a wide smile. "I called you here because I want to have sex with you, Hazz.”The man had two reactions that I didn't expect. The first of them was to laugh, as if I had said the bi

Therefore, I sat on the steps that led to the upper floors, right in front of Henrique's door, and he left when he intended to play ball on the street. Now that ball was forgotten on the floor, between his legs, and his eyes widened to the paper in my hand. Even I didn't believe that, let alone."I'm the dumbest in the world, that's what you mean, right?” I replied, showing the spots on the numbers. I no longer knew what was nine and what was six. Nor what was two and what was seven. It was a mess. Out of anger, I threw the handkerchief on the floor, noticing the strong smell of talc that remained in my hand. Unconsciously, I associated that smell with Jessica's presence. "I won a number of the most beautiful and hot woman in the country and ended up losing. It's like playing in the mega sena and washing the note in the pants pocket.”"How to get a free ice cream and a pigeon shit right on it," said Henrique, in a comparison that had nothing to do with anything. I watched him with a f

I laughed. Gabbie closed her face. It was a lie. I had never had sex with my security guards in the car - only when I drove alone. But she was jealous enough to think that her boyfriend would have witnessed something inappropriate.My fingers ran and went down on Instagram, WhatsApp, Facebook, but I didn't even pay attention to the photos that appeared. I was waiting for a call. It was late at night, we were coming back from another interview I had to give that day, and we were heading to Mac Donalds, because I refused to eat any nonsense that wasn't there.And even after so many hours, the blessed man didn't send me anything. I began to worry if he would not have suffered any accident like the man he had been replacing earlier. I didn't doubt anything. The guy hadn't been a director."I'm just saying that you can have sex with anyone, Jessy," she insisted, hitting the key again that I shouldn't keep deceiving strangers out there, and that getting involved with famous people would onl

I sighed. A while ago, basically at the beginning of that friendship that began on a day when a letter from the bank was delivered to Emilia's mother's apartment and she came to return it to me, in which I noticed that she gave some signs of being interested in me. And not as a friend. In those days, I had made it very clear that I had no interest in getting involved with a younger girl. Emilia was twenty years old, we met when she was eighteen, even though she was of legal age, I never had any desire to exceed a limit beyond friendship. But in the last few days I was noticing that that hope was growing inside her again, but I was too empathetic to want to sound firm enough to push her away, so I tried to get around the situation."You need to eat so you don't get sick, Emi," I said in a low tone, using common sense. "Your mother already cares too much about your stepfather's shit, don't make her go through bigger problems with a sick daughter. Please, for her, for me, eat right. Not

Joana laughed, but she stopped when she saw my expression of a few friends. I loved my sisters. I lived with them even though I had money to live quietly alone and even in another country. But sometimes, especially when it came to relationships, they irritated me. We all had our intimate problems that influenced our love lives. Joana, the sister who was born two years after my birth, had no relation to men or women since I knew her by people. I even had a suspicion that she was a virgin, even with twenty-six years on her back.Janine and Julie, the twins who were most recognized by social networks in the last five years, were those who never spent more than a week without a new boyfriend. It never lasted. It always ended on the eighth day, and on the ninth they were already with another. Jackie was also decadent at this point, despite being the one among us with the kindest and cutest face "attributes that I always thought had been acquired because she was the youngest", it was still