All Chapters of Mr.X: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Yeah, I still remember what it was like to be left by X at the airport. As far as I knew, he liked me. However, I could not live eternally at that moment, it was necessary to start. Or rather, to start again. So the second decision I made was to leave MAMA AFRICA. It made no sense to remain in a place that would only bring me bitter memories and the terrible possibility of finding him again. However, as soon as I arrived at the NGO, I knew that Filomena had also asked for his resignation and that I needed to stay a little longer until someone for our seats was found. I myself was responsible for selecting the next "Dalia” and made sure to choose someone totally different in terms of appearance. Maybe it was a way to become unforgettable for that place…I will not lie, it was hard to work at MAMA without finding Filomena. Incidentally, I called her several times, but I never returned. I even went to her house, but coincidentally she had gone on vacation. The message to me was more than

I open my eyes, finding my son sleeping like an angel. Although I loved seeing this image, at that moment it was not the one I would have liked to have seen. I turn, looking at the ceiling, closing my eyes, and remembering the inner night. I had forgotten how my husband could mess with me. I smile as I remember her smile, the way she spoke to me and touched her lips in my hands. I can’t wait to know what else is coming. I get out of bed and then go to my closet: My sixth sense tells me that I will see those brown eyes again, so I choose a blue dress marine tight enough to accentuate my curves and reduce the amount of skin it shows on my back will leave my hair loose. I woke up Juan and I clean him up as fast as I can, not that it was necessary, because anyway I need to wait for the nanny to arrive. I sit with Juan in the room, walking from one side to the other, at the same time, in which I count the minutes on my wristwatch so that Nina, the nanny, would arrive soon. Behold, then my

After the surprising message I received, my sister appeared in the room with a small suitcase in her hands:— And then, was it possible to relax? - Question Valerie moving the bag.— You can’t imagine how much. - I answer by wrapping the towel around my body.—I’m ready to face next week. Thanks for what you did…— Nothing. However, the day is not over yet. Carlos made it clear that today is Dalia’s Day. – Says my sister taking a dress for me. — Get dressed, because we still have a long day ahead. Starting at the next stop.***Las Arenas is our next stop. A very tourist mall in Barcelona. Installed in the former Plaza de Toros of Plaça de Espanya, which was transformed into a shopping center after a major renovation. The mall, because it was built in an old bullring, is fully circular, which differs from most shopping center buildings, both in the city and in most Spanish cities. It is in him that Valeria and I are walking, or rather, I am following my sister because I have no idea wh

***My husband keeps talking to me in the car, but I don’t pay much attention, I’m still thinking about what happened at the restaurant. I can swear I saw X and he saw me, or I’m going completely crazy. Anyway, I can’t let him come back into my life. Suddenly a wave of vibrations invades my panties making me close my thighs. I face Carlos and he has his hand in the pocket of the suit looking forward. However, the vibrations are intensified by my clitoris. I look at my husband once more as I try to get his attention. I hold his hand as I beg:— Please stop... I won’t be able to control myself.I was afraid that the taxi driver would notice what was happening to me. I managed to disguise it well, despite the sighs and the bites on my lips. The lust in Carlos' eyes, however, was visible. The first orgasm came after about 30 minutes of stimulation and the second came next. As I squirmed with pleasure, he stood there, just watching my orgasms.When we finally arrived at our address, it lea

After the "dating request" our dynamic changed. Carlos started to pick me up at home and take me to work. We spent the course talking about all subjects. In front of work, he always made sure to go down and open the door for me, being compensated with a kiss that made the girls sigh from the glass. We also had lunch together, each day in a different restaurant and preferably one that I had not gone to. I was becoming suspicious that Carlos wanted to fatten me while he was well-defined. Every lunch I promised myself I’d join the academy. At the end of the day he always appeared with a flower in his hands and when he leaves me at the door of the building he always kissed me with a taste of longing.I felt completely happy, at least it was like that for about three months, when my boss called me back into his room with an ultimatum: Either I sold a house, or it was street. No more. And by the look on his face, I believed him.That’s what I was thinking as Carlos took me home. I looked ou