All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ENEMY: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Carla loved swimming and the last time she did it was that unfortunate night when her life changed and took a major turn.Despite everything that had happened and what she was about to face, she understood that traumas are released by confronting them, and getting back in the pool and swimming was one way to do that.Not only did she wear her swimsuit, which was a gold-colored bikini and bra double piece. She also brought her cell phone so she wouldn't be cut off and thus, likewise, not feel completely alone, although when she swam, she usually preferred to do it that way, in solitude, and loved it.There were a few times that she walked around the building, and now that it was daytime, she was very pleased to see everything around her. The place was daubed with luxury. The predominant colors were gray, beige, and a bit of gold, too, stainless steel in machines or other objects, beauty and neatness everywhere, and glass doors that combined very well with things made of wood.The area

"Daniel talked to me the same night of Three Kings Day, right after my presentation at the original Glint bar."All the guards and agents were alert to what Claudia was about to say. For Maximiliano, as well as for them, it was a good start and an indication that the blonde girl finally mentioned "the party boy".She continued:"He told me to want to play a joke on you. One of those jokes that friends sometimes make to say goodbye to bachelorhood, since you didn't have a bachelor party, nor did you invite him to the wedding. Also, he was mad because you didn't attend the celebration he invited you to, the one that night." She sighed, feeling how the weight on her shoulders seemed to lift from there, but to move to other parts of her anatomy, like her hands, which she rubbed endlessly. She wiped away her tears and sucked in through her nose, so she could continue. "You and I know how Daniel is; we know he likes to play practical jokes on his acquaintances, and sometimes he is euphoric;

"Max..."That was more than enough for him, the mention of his name in that delicious gasp unhinged him.The kiss enervated, and his hands squeezed her breasts over her clothes, reaching for the edge of her blouse without waiting for the world to end.Carla raised her arms, let herself be done, enraptured by his caresses, needing them like rain in the desert. She had to gasp, to lift her face as if she wanted to pull her face out of a raging sea. Bastidas' master lips, burning, setting fire to her breasts, burning the middle of them, between her ribs, on her abdomen, lifting the top piece of her bathing suit and releasing those tender, unhindered aureoles, evidence of all that was happening.Carla rested one foot on the floor, letting the two of them pull down those leggings she had put on to go swimming in the indoor pool a while ago, dragging with them the golden swimsuit bikini, leaving her with nothing underneath, leaving her in a partial nudity that was enough for the two of them

Dressed in a king blue suit, a custom-made three-piece outfit, attorney George J. Miller, with his hair neatly cut and freshly shaved, carrying a thin black leather folio with him, keeping inside some black folders, walked with energetic steps through the aisles of a large shopping mall located not far from the center of The City.The weather was perfect; the cold was already subsiding, and the sunlight mingled with the shadows of the buildings and trees in the squares. For that fact, thanks to the good weather, he opted to enjoy that surprising coolness and didn't put on any jacket or overcoat over his expensive office attire.After passing through the glass doors of the mall, going up the central ladders, and crossing to the left, he went deeper and deeper among the various stores, just looking at them with the arrogant demeanor that suited him perfectly and pleased the women who saw him passing by, until he reached the elevator area, special and unique, destined for only one zone o

George's assistant, a slightly short, well-dressed blonde in a white office suit with a white three-quarter length shirt and pants, white shoes, and slightly high heels, asked to enter her boss's office with a knock on his door. She preferred to do it that way only when a very important meeting was about to take place than to do it by pressing the intercom button and talking to him through the speaker.It was already January eighteenth, 16:30hrs. After lunch, the lawyer had just printed J.T.'s report on the meeting with the director of the clinic, sent by the same agent to his private data, and analyzed each of the words said by the doctor."Come in."The secretary obeyed and held the office door open to speak to him."The refreshments and the meeting room are ready, but the deposition will be delayed.""Why?" George took his eyes off the documents, resting them on the desk."Mr. Glint's lawyer called. He reported the delay, blaming himself for it: he must adjust the change in tuition