BONUS DAMIEN - Do you prefer juice or coffee? - Ellen asked with her back to me. She was dressed in light jeans and a simple T-shirt. Her hair had been carefully combed into a respectable high ponytail. respectable. It had taken her a considerable time to leave the room and I could now understand why. Ellen was nervous. - Juice, please. - I replied. She nodded and sighed. From where I was standing, I could see that her hands were shaking slightly. Why was she so nervous? After all the situations we'd been through, she had no reason to be. Ellen turned around and poured the glass in front of me. - Thank you. She just nodded and poured her glass. - Sit down with me. - I stood up and pulled out the chair next to me. I wanted her to stop acting like a waitress in a café. - I can serve myself.Ellen gave me a nervous smile, but sat down next to me. - That's fine. I leaned over and took a piece of cake. Ellen just continued to watch me.Aren't you going to make your meal? - I... Ye
BONUS DAMIEN I rested my phone on the table and closed my laptop while I waited for the man who would enter my meeting room in a few minutes. Gregório Álvares was coming in person to negotiate his company's situation. I wasn't in the mood for negotiations, but I had promised the meeting. I had left Ellen at my house and told the employees to be attentive to her orders while I was away. She didn't seem very comfortable with my orders, but she didn't argue. I knew she didn't like it all that much, but that was the way things were supposed to work. The sooner she understood, the better. Sharp knocks woke me from my reverie and echoed through the spacious meeting room. - Come in. - I ordered. The double door opened and a well-dressed man, looking well into his forties, entered the room. He was getting on in years, but had an elegant bearing similar to that of great businessmen. - Mr. Mason. - He held out his hand and I stood up to respond. - Mr. Álvares. - I nodded to the chair next
BONUS DAMIENI didn't answer her at first. I took advantage of the car's position and held her by the waist, preventing her from escaping.- About the dream you had about me. - I ran my nose along her neck. I loved the smell of her. Then I kissed her jaw.- I... I didn't dream anything. - She tried to pull away, but the car caught her.- I've already told you that you're not good at lying, Darling. - I ran my hand down her body until I reached the exposed skin on her leg. - I can find out for myself if I want to.- Damien... We have to go. - She protested in a hoarse voice.- How did I touch her? - I kissed her lips with little delicacy. - Like this? - I ran my hand down her leg, enjoying her silky skin.Ellen moaned when I tightened my fingers around her knee. The sound was all it took for me to lose control. I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her soft lips. Ellen brought her hands to my hair and responded to my caress with vigor, without refusing me this time. Our touches bec
Absolutely not what I expected.When Damien parked the car and handed the keys over to a valet valet, I momentarily forgot the latest events. The gallery, whose French name I couldn't even pronounce, was surrounded by photographers and the press. The entrance reminded me of the premiere of an American movie and I was instantly intimidated by the magnitude of the event.My hands felt cold and I wrapped my fingers in the soft fabric of my dress. I wasn't prepared. This wasn't going to be like the golf match and I didn't feel confident facing all those people who werecame in richly dressed.- Ulysses is a bit of an exaggeration. - Damien's hand grabbed mine, making me loosen my dress.Damien, I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, I didn't imagine it would be like this and your friends, the people you know will be in there.inside. - I looked away from his face. - I'm sorry. I'm not suitable for this. Someone like me isn't suited to places like this.- Not suitable for an exhibition in
- I haven't known what that is for a long time. - Damien let out a sigh and I turned to look at him.He had a restrained expression, but when he turned to look at me I could see hurt in his blue eyes. I couldn't dodge the question:- Don't you know what?- Trusting people. In the position I'm in, trust can be very dangerous. very dangerous. It can be destructive. - the expression on his face turned hard. - That's why I solve my problems alone and avoid what needs to be avoided.It was disturbing to hear those words leave his lips because they were extremely familiar to me and I realized that I was beginning to understand a little more about the man next to me. Perhaps occupying a place in the elite wasn't all about ease and prestige. Maybe it was a bit lonely.- You mean you can't trust people in general? - I was curious to know more.- I trust only a limited number of people. You saw that, Darling. Willian tried to use you against me. In the world I live in, things aren't as simple a
The event was a great success for Ulisses. Several and some of the paintings were sold for several million dollars. Damien was one of those who paid for the works at the auction organized later. He bought the wood-carved painting that we had enjoyed together at the beginning of the exhibition.I didn't see Estevão's family again, but I did meet some Swiss businessmen, an Argentinian entrepreneur and the owner of a Brazilian airline. airline. And although the event was made up of many wealthy people, I noticed that most of them seemed intimidated by the presence of Damien. This put me in an unpleasant position, because I was constantly being scrutinized. Not only by the men, but also by the women. It was as if they wanted to make sure that I agreed with the man next to me. That I was compatible.I thanked myself several times during the evening for my good intuition when it came to choosing a dress. Damien was right when he said it was all image. People weren't interested in your chara
- You're wrong. You're nothing, Stephen. I've found something much better than you. - The words came out easily and I discovered that I had always wanted to say that. - You're just another idiot, immature and unable to take care of yourself. You don't value anything that's in your life and I feel sorry for you. I tried to let go of him, but he refused to let go of me. - Leave me alone! - Are you sleeping with him? - Stephen insisted. - You don't care! - Are you sleeping with him? - His eyes sparked and I decided to give him the answer he wanted and deserved to hear. - Yes, I'm sleeping with him, if that's what you want to know. - He finally let me go. - And you should know that he manages to give me a lot more pleasure than you do in all your two minutes. Stephen remained static and his mouth dropped open. His countenance at my response was priceless, but I still didn't waste much time on him. I just walked back to the lounge and found Damien talking to the Argentinian businessm
At first, I felt like I was falling. Then my muscles contracted in a spasm, foreshadowing the impact, but then, suddenly, I was safe. I was lying on something soft and cozy. I opened my eyes slowly and realized I was wrapped in a sheet, but I didn't recognize the room.- Good morning.I turned and saw Damien adjusting a watch on his wrist. His hair was combed and he smiled at me through the large mirror. I suddenly understood why I didn't recognize the room.- You slept on my papers yesterday and your room was locked. As I couldn't find the key, I brought it to mine. - He explained before I could speak.- The key. - I repeated and slipped my hand into the pocket of the robe on my thigh and pulled out the metal object.- I should have looked there. - He smiled again, this time with a hint of mischief.It was then that I stopped to look at my own reflection in the mirror and completely panicked when I realized how hideous I looked. My hair was mussed and the expression on my face was re