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
David was much better. That's what I saw when I laid eyes on him. He was flushed and chatting animatedly with Arianna and Julia, trying to explain the incredible story of Star Trek to them. The two didn't seem to understand very well, but they listened attentively.- Good morning. - I said, pushing open the bedroom door.All the faces turned to me, but I could only pay attention to the genuine smile that David showed when he saw me.- Ell! Look what Arianna brought me. A new Star Wars shirt!He lifted the shirt over his knees and I glanced at Arianna. She smiled at me excitedly.- Very pretty, Jedi. - I encouraged him by approaching the bed to kiss his forehead. - You can wear it to the next geek convention that's organized.- That's what I told him. It's perfect for those events he makes us go to. - Julia made me laugh and David grimaced.- You really are an untimely sister. - David replied. He loved using complicated words to annoy Julia.- And you're very nerdy using these weird wo
- I'm not trying to get your hopes up, Ellen. But you made me promise after Stephen that I would always be honest about your relationships. - She sighed. - I hate to say it, but Damien doesn't deserve you. No matter how nice and pleasant he's being, remember what he really wants. It's not about the money, Ell. It's the way he sees things. If only he'd change. If he saw you for who you are, he could give you what you deserve.- But...Arianna looked sad and her eyes were melancholy. I realized that she didn't want to hurt me, but she was playing the role I had always asked her to play. She was being my loyal and sincere friend. Warning me of danger. Deep down I knew she was right. Damien was still the same. Maybe the closeness and all the games were forcing him to behave differently, but that didn't mean anything. So why did I think this could be the start of something? Why did I keep imagining that maybe I could still spy on the man behind the power? Why did I care about seeing his tr
I felt terribly guilty for making that trip. For leaving David. So much so that in the middle of the week I had given up on going to Argentina with Damien, but after the doctor's own words that the chances of David suffering any changes in his state of health were very small, I ended up reconsidering the idea. On Saturday morning, I flew to Argentina with Damien. Argentina.The journey was uneventful, although I slept most of the way. When we arrived in Buenos Aires, just after two o'clock in the a helicopter was waiting for us to take us to the island in the south Atlantic named after the owner. And when we finally landed Santiago, I was immediately fascinated by the beauty of the place.Full of vibrant colors and exotic plants, as well as the sparkling blue sea that dotted the landscape in the distance. It was a true paradise. Santiago came to meet us in person and invited us to a dinner at a restaurant in his resort. Then he took us to the house he had prepared to receive us. Quite