When she wakes up, a terrible headache hits her roughly. She closes her eyes when she feels how the sunlight shooting into her pupils. She opens them very slowly again, turning her head to the side to check the clock on her nightstand.“Shit!” she sputters and jumps out of bed.She is grateful that her mother had not woken her up at eight in the morning, as it should have been, and that she let her sleep a little more to recover from the night. However, the weight of conscience is immense. She knows she will be late.“Fuck!”She mumbles and takes off her pajamas in a hurry.She takes a shower in no time and dons a tight-fitting red dress with a dropped-shoulder neckline. The matching skirt reaches a few centimeters below the knees. She bought it last month, only to wear it that day. She nods her head remembering that it was a waste of money. She is completely sure that she will never wear it again. It is not the type of clothi
I smile broadly as I remember what just happened. I slow my steps and look up and down the street. I cross and let out a sigh, and I thought it was going to be a shitty day, starting with the mechanic who is checking my car telling me a couple of hours ago that my car wouldn't be ready until the afternoon. The most frustrating thing about it is that I was already on my way to the dealership when I got his fucking call.I have also not been able to sleep one wink all night, thinking about all the things I have to do before traveling to Canada for my sister's wedding. In addition to all this, I have to shoot a scene in a couple of minutes next to a one of the most self-centered actresses in the world, but I have to because my fans have been crying out for it for a long time. Also, the pay is very good. It’s not every day they pay you ten thousand dollars for an hour of your time.My cell phone rings, snapping me out of my musings. I don't bother looking at the scre
I stop for a moment and look at the traffic light that changes from green to red, and the light from the pedestrian crossing indicates that I can cross the street. I take a deep breath of air and release it very slowly. In the midst of my passionate outburst, I did not realize that I got off the subway two stations before my destination and therefore I have to walk a few more blocks, and no thanks. In heels I wouldn't even get to the corner. Not without first having caused a sprain. So I decide to take a taxi, to be able to get there quickly. I raise my arm and stop a yellow car that charges me twenty dollars to take me to the place where I was supposed to be two hours ago. Twenty dollars for a ride of just eight minutes? Not because of the distance, but because of the traffic. Anyway, I give it over like someone who is buying a pair of wings. The important thing is to arrive before the graduation ceremony ends.During the short journey I can't help but feel bad for having go
Lash out after lash out. I charge mercilessly over and over again, while in my mind I keep replaying the memory of what happened an hour before. Thinking about the softness, the warmth, the humidity, and the moans of that woman, makes it possible for me to dispense with the help of Clementine. Imagining that it is Harper who I fuck vehemently, makes me very happy. Leah moans and writhes with pleasure under me as I penetrate her from behind.“Yes, like this. I love feeling your cock really deep.” the blonde gasps.Oh my! How I like to be talked to dirty, but coming from who it comes from, it kills the mood on the spot. I have to make a superhuman effort to focus on my erection.“The ten thousand dollars are worth it,”I repeat to myself once more. “Closer and closer to achieving it,”I reiterate my personal mantra.“So?” I hiss, as I continue to thrust hard. “You're so tight.” My jaw tig
I squint and look at my brother as I scoop some of my chicken noodles to my mouth. I don't like seeing Henry in this state, who despite having in front of him a plate full of ravioli stuffed with meat, his favorite dish, he does not stop moving his fork and turning his food, without even taking a little mouthful. He takes a deep breath and lets out a sharp sigh.“Okay,”I mumble. “You're going to tell me, right now, what the hell is wrong with you?” I cast a quick glance in the direction of the kitchen, where our mother is. We've ordered take-out at Henry's favorite restaurant, but anyway, my mother can't sit still until the kitchen is sparkling clean.“Nothing. I'm fine,” my brother muttered, not bothering to look up at me.“You're not fine or anything like that. I could tell in the way you looked at Chris when you left the auditorium, I also noticed the way he looked at you. Something happens between you. I saw hi
I runmy hand through my hair once more, tousling it and then rearranging it. I take a deep breath and blow it out. I look at my phone again and I debate whether or not to do what I have in mind.I slide my finger across the screen, looking for the number that belongs to the contact named Little Monster. I tap on the call icon, but hang up before the call even connects.“What the hell am I doing?”I mutter and put my cell phone aside, placing it on the table, next to the plate where the pheasant that I just prepared for dinner is screaming for me to eat it.I take a deep breath and get ready to enjoy the vegetables gratin with cream of milk that accompany the good piece of protein.I eat three bites of my food and raise the glass of wine to my lips to sip and taste the delicious chardonnay that I use for white meat pairing. I look around and notice the neat my house decoration. The furniture is modern, in black, gray and white colors
The alarm clock goes off at seven o'clock in the morning, emitting that horrible beep that Harper hates so much. She stretches out her hand and with one blow silences the demon's apparatus. She shuffles between the sheets and grunts. Fuck! Why did you say yes?Is it that that man does not sleeping? Who in their right mind goes jogging on a Saturday morning?“Actually; thousands of people in the world, so get out of bed, lazy.” The little voice of her conscience snaps at her.She grunts again when she manages to sit up on the bed.Fridays and Saturdays are her days off, because from Sunday to Thursday she works tirelessly at the her father’s gas station that, her, Henry and her mother inherited.In the last few months, things have been very hard, and they no longer have the same income as before, so she must manage to work shifts at night and do without another employee, for a job that she can very well do herself.Her mothe
I glance at him once more, as the car keeps moving. We have not been able to articulate even half a word since we left the restaurant. The man next to me is the personification of an angel, but with a certain diabolical aura. What inspires me is not sacred at all.Unable to avoid it, I am overwhelmed by the heap of sensations that run through me from head to toe.I look at him sideways, not daring to say anything. I do not know what to talk about. This man intimidates me greatly. I notice him wince when a tune starts to play on the radio. He stretches out his hand and I see that his intention is to change the station.“Leave it,”I ask, recognizing ‘There's Nothing Holdin’ Me Back’by Shawn Mendes. “I love that song,” I confess.“Are you serious?” He frowns and looks at me like I've grown another head.“Yes,”I nod my head. “What's wrong with him? Shawn's music i