All Chapters of Voluptuous Desire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"It's because, usually, it takes her at least a few years to find out that she could have worked with that man.”"So could she go back on the decision to move away from everyone else before me?”Joana overweighted the words." Well, that would be typical of Jessy, I wouldn't be surprised. But no, in your case, I don't think she would go back after her ex’s.”"Is it really? "I incited, sitting in front of the small dining table. I indicated the empty place to Joana, it would be interesting to have a new point of view about Jessy's thoughts. "Sit down, Joana. I like people who talk without rein, and I'm very curious to know more about your sister.”Demonstrating to be a great and fun gossip, Joana laughed, and sat down. She looked a little like Jessy, in the features of high cheeks and thin nose. Her lips were different, but her eyes really caught a lot of attention. She looked like a panther. Inside, I thought it was funny, because I had compared your sister to a feline too." Well, I h

There was a fact about being a celebrity in the middle of a world full of lions. You would never be able to establish yourself or stay at the top for a long time, without the necessary help, or the allowed influence. I had good contacts. My mother too. But there were certain types of situations to which we still needed to submit to maintain that pattern of untouched and sovereign celebrity. In the eyes of the tabloids, I was a snab who pretended not to love anyone, but who still had feelings for her last public relationship.When you are directly involved with fame and power, you have to learn the dance of business. I had learned, since I was sixteen, that my life was a showcase. I had to show good models, good manners, and good gestures, because that would be copied by the rest of the world. And one of the facts I couldn't escape is that a celebrity always needs an unfinished relationship to be able to move the gossip pages. It wasn't fair. It wasn't cool. But it was necessary. And I

The next day, Hazz and I should have breakfast together.We didn't have sex when we woke up, because Hazz was a real bear when it came to sleep. The man simply didn't even breathe after sleeping, and he didn't move enough to suggest that he could have sex.I loved having sex when I woke up, there was no more invigorating exercise. Hazz did not share the same desire, so I had to stay at least two hours for nothing at the hotel, while he played his Panda Bear performance and abandoned me to moths.With boredom, I changed my clothes and went down to the lobby, asking for breakfast and some tourism tips. I would only have one job in the next two days of that, so I needed to look for something not to get bored or let Hazz realize my anxiety to know what the media should be saying about me.The friendly receptionist told me to visit one of the four ski resorts in the city. It wasn't my first time in Aspen, but I would still use the resource of a driver and a security guard to get around saf

Hazz shrugged, without denying or confirming anything. He stood up and gave me his hand to do the same. When I was very young and had never frequented snowy places, I always thought it should be a lot of fun to make snow angels or just leave me there and watch time go by. But that was impossible. Not even the sudden notion of how close Hazz was to my body gave me any desire to have sex in that cold, let alone lie down and stay there.But I noticed that there was a peculiar glow in his eyes, and I told the instructor that we would go down to some restaurant. The man seemed relieved, aware that he would no longer have to deal with us, and that perhaps a bunch of children without experience were better than Hazz.Still laughing, my travel companion and I managed to get to the village of the station, reaching the restaurants after a good walk followed closely by the security guard and the driver. I was generous, I gave money so they could have fun too, and the men silently agreed that the

Jessy and I were almost going up the stairs of the lobby, driving to the elevator, when a voice called her and we stopped. Jessy was inert, but I turned to see a full-bodied and older woman, who climbed the steps two by two. Before she needed to talk, I already knew it was your mother. The woman watched me, then looked at my fingers intertwined in her daughter's hand and frowned so deeply that her face even seemed less jovial. She waited until her daughter turned around, and Jessy trembled against my hand."Hi, mom," she said, smiling. It was such a false smile that the woman just rolled her eyes, so she crossed her arms. It was very clear to me that Jones women should have a secret way of talking through looks, because they stared at each other in silence for long seconds, so Jessy poked me with the fingers of her sweaty hand. "This is Hazz. Hazz, this is my mother, Jocelyn.”" Pleasure" I said in a friendly tone. The woman undid the expression of indignation towards her daughter and