RARE LUCK

Their mouths danced, they spoke in their language without words, letting out little moans, the temperature was rising, causing the clothes to get in the way; they were sheltered by the solitude and the comfort of that beautiful suite; their bodies, like opposite poles, attracted each other, Angelo got entangled removing her bra, he immediately began to unbutton her silk shirt; while Ximena contemplated that boxer's body, she wished the clothes would disappear; that he would finally make his;

“To make me his,” she thought, “is not possible; this guy despised me on our honeymoon and when we were married, and he still pretends he doesn't know me. I can't go on with this; he doesn't deserve me.”

She pushed him away with her firm arms, getting up to lock herself in the bathroom. Although her heart was beating like a locomotive going downhill and her body was screaming for her to go on, her reason demanded she get out of there; it was better to let her rage guide her.

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