All Chapters of TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

— That's not my problem.— The pipeline can be diverted from the house without compromising the project. Let me continue living here. I really don't have much longer to live.— I could, but I don't want to. Get off my property willingly, or you will be forced to leave.I was turning my back on him, in a hurry to leave that heavy environment, laden with bitter memories and his abominable presence, when he spoke again, this time with a much firmer and deeper tone of voice:— I'm not going anywhere.The firmness of his words made me look at him again, when I saw his face much more hardened, his eyes revealing sagacity and that arrogance that I knew well, as if he had finally let his poor little thing mask fall and revealed who he really was.— This pipeline is being built in partnership with the federal government, isn't it? — Without waiting for me to answer, he continued speaking: — What do you think the government people will think when they find out that you got a seventeen-year-old

When I left his room, I quickly stopped by the office just to get the bottle of whiskey and took refuge in my room, with my mind tormented by thoughts, my body burning with recent sensations. As if all the hatred inside me wasn't enough, now I also had to deal with the possibility of being a rapist and the fact that I ardently desired a girl who was old enough to be my daughter.If I had been completely lucid, without the effects of the whiskey compromising my reasoning, perhaps I would have been trying to think of a way to go ahead with my goals of throwing Arnaldo into the mud, as I had always wanted. However, all I managed that night was to sink deeper and deeper into the drink and let myself be embraced by the feeling that the world was falling apart around me.If I went ahead with the demolition of his house, he would actually tell the press about that pregnancy, and the scandal would be big enough for the government to cancel my authorization to complete the pipeline. I had to b

Spending almost two more months in that damned city was out of the question. I needed to dedicate myself to another project during that time, because that insect would think I had given up on running over his house and would relax, sparing me from a possible counterattack. I still didn't know what I would dedicate myself to, maybe a gas pipeline that was already underway in Australia. I only knew that I needed to take Raven with me, so that she and the baby would be safe.I had just finished the meeting when Rosilene knocked on the door to tell me that I had a visitor. It was Silvana, Arnaldo's daughter with his late wife, my half-sister .— You can send him in — I ordered.Soon after, Silvana walked into the room, exuding sensuality, as she always did when we met.That afternoon she was wearing a short, tight dress the same color as her dark skin, her thick light brown hair fell over her shoulders and her mouth was painted red. She was always flirting with me, without having any idea

— No way. Australia is full of police, if anything happens we can say we were kidnapped and ask to be sent back. It's even better because we already took advantage and fled the airport.She was right. If Adrian tried to keep us trapped there, we would have a much better chance of escaping him than we would have in Santa Clara.With this realization in mind, I smiled and Marina hugged me excitedly.— That's it, girl, let's have some fun. And speaking of fun, we need to go shopping — he added, waving his credit card in the air.Finding out that the card Adrian had given us had no limits was almost like winning the lottery for Marina. Since I was only allowed to leave the house with the driver, who also looked like a security guard, she insisted until she convinced him to take us to Belize, the neighboring city where no one knew me, to do some shopping.I confess that I had fun like I have on few occasions in my life, walking through the large shopping center, being among hundreds of peo

— Do you want to eat anything else before going to bed? — Adrian asked, as soon as we arrived at the house, advancing through the large living room.— No. I think I ate too many snacks.And it was true. I was almost bursting from all the snacks and soda.— Then I think you better go to sleep. It's getting late. — He gestured towards the staircase, which led to the second floor and I hesitated.I didn't want that night to end yet, I wanted to be with him, to return to his arms, to relive that enchantment that he had made me feel during all the hours we were together. More than that: I wanted him, even though it seemed like a great madness. I just didn't know how to tell him. Having an emotional relationship, or even a physical relationship, with a man was not something I was familiar with. But I wanted him too much to do nothing.Then, hesitantly and timidly, I approached and touched the fabric of his shirt with my trembling fingertips, raising my face to look at him. The fervor I saw