All Chapters of With love, Mr. Bragança: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DAVID There was no time to choose, when Nelly ran past me I had to decide between staying and confronting the brunette or going after the girl who is driving me crazy, my heart was absolute and when I realized it, I had already run around the fucking resort almost all the time I found her in the sauna, alone, curled up, wearing only her bikini, the same as before. I watched her in silence for long minutes from the doorway, fighting a little internal conflict until I realized that I couldn't bear to see her crying any longer. "Why does she still have so much power over you?" I question, sitting on the bench opposite hers, staying a few steps away to respect her space. Her body tenses at the sound of my voice, gasping in surprise at my presence. She's vulnerable right now, I can see it, she's ashamed of something she shouldn't be. And me, I'm sick inside, burning with pure fury. I should have realized what was happening to her a long time ago. "It takes a lot of self "control not to

NELLY NELLY NARRATING... "Omelette?" he asks when he looks at me and I realize it's a question. I nod and he smiled. "Great, I made the best omelette you've ever had in your life. My eggs are special. " He winks at the last part and I try not to think maliciously. "And yes. I'm real and so are you. " He added after a few seconds, bringing a piece of tomato to my mouth. I open it and he smiles. "Good girl. Greens?" he asks, holding up a handful of leaves in different shades of green. I shrug, and he pours a good amount over the scrambled eggs in the frying pan, adding pieces of tomato and pickled mushrooms. He puts everything on a large plate and asks me to take it to the part of the balcony where there is a table. I do as he asks, and his friend brings the cutlery, juice, plates, toast and some diced fruit. As I start to tinker with my plate, waiting for hunger to strike, his loud growl almost makes me fall off my chair, and he threatens to devour me again. "I swear to God you wo

DAVID NARRATING... Nelly just disappeared. I haven't heard from her since we spoke this morning. She was in Octavian's office, hell, it was her first appointment and she just didn't show up. My eyes scrolled across the cell phone screen throughout the meeting waiting for news, but nothing. No damn message. I had a grumpy lunch and took it all out on Leyla, but the worst came when I called the office and received the news that she hadn't even spoken to the psychologist. My poor secretary had only just realized where the scam was coming from. The worry blinded me and, for a few minutes, I acted like a sadistic madman, tormenting every poor soul in that building for news of her. She didn't go to work or tell anyone either, my fingers itched to call her mother's number, but a voice in my head signaled that that wouldn't be a good idea. What the hell, if she doesn't call me by ten o'clock, I'll call Kaciana's number. Nelly, don't tempt me. I can be a possessive and controlling man.

NELLY Red. Some say that this is the color of love and passion, but for me it's more linked to desire, lust and David Bragança. The only man who has my devotion and loyalty. Yes, David is red and runs through my veins like the blood that keeps me alive. He is like my worst nightmares and best dreams. The memory of what we did last night flashes through my head, and once again I pinch my arm to make sure it's real. We're lying on our sides in his bed, his body perfectly pressed against mine, kneading the bruised flesh of my bare ass while his manhood nudges my folds and makes me wet. His heavy breathing ruffles the small hairs on my neck and I end up moaning, involuntarily swaying when he moves behind me and rubs his hardness against my sensitive opening. I get a bite on my shoulder and stifle a cry at the surprise and the scrape of his teeth against my skin. I close my eyelids to control the euphoria of waking up with this man. This can only be a dream. I blink and tilt my head

DAVID Gray. All I can think about is how that guy's eyes fit with the boy who took his virginity. I didn't like seeing them so close when I got off the elevator, I still can't define my feelings, but she looked uncomfortable with his presence and something inside me wanted to protect her. Her face is so familiar, I'm sure I know it from somewhere, maybe if I had looked more closely I could have come up with a name. My fingers burn against the leather of the steering wheel from pressing them so hard, but it's either that or stop the car in the middle of the avenue and demand the kid's ID. Boy. He wasn't a boy. Younger than me, maybe, but not a boy. Danm. Who was that little fellow? That thought makes me so uneasy that I have to increase the speed of the car to assuage my anxiety, and out of the corner of my eye I watch as Nelly shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat. She grunts, looks at me unaware that she's being watched, and bites her full lips, eliciting a direct reaction