After dinner, I entered my room feeling that I was about to suffer a slaughter. My hands were wet with sweat, no matter how much I tried to keep sweating under control by rubbing my palms against the thin shorts. The nervousness could almost exhale around me like a golden of my own, and I felt the slight hum on my knees at every silent step.Zachary was thrown on my bed, playing with my dream filter as a cat plays with the light of a laser. He didn't notice me arriving, I mean, he pretended not to notice me, stretching his trunk a little more to the head of the bed. The fabric of the shirt rose dangerously and the strong muscles seemed to call me close. I didn't expect another way, I would ly kneel next to you, kneeling on the heavy and dark quilt.Zachary diverted his attention from my accessory and reached out to me. I thought you were going to pull me for a kiss, I even moistened my lips, waiting. However, he lowered his hand in the last second and pulled the necklace around my nec
I choked on my own breath, seeking a connection between my recited belief and the question asked."I don't understand the reason for the question."Just answer," he said, holding both hands between us. "Dud you never fell in love, Camila?"Never" I murmured, rubbing the heat away from my cheeks. Zachary observed the movement, attentive." Why not?"Because no one has ever made me feel anything but the obscenity of pleasure. "I scratched my cheeks harder and the burning sensation increased. I couldn't understand why it always started when Zachary was around. It was horrible. Worse than an allergy, but the itching remained only on my face.He studied my face for too long for my restlessness, and held my hand when I tried to rub my cheeks again. My freckles seemed to catch fire.“Do you feel uncomfortable? "He asked with his voice loaded with kindness.I stumbled on words in a hurry to explain myself."It's just that... It's strange to have a man in my room. Not that you're the first to
Zachary took my lips with his, kissing me with fury, although he kept his hands next to my body. Free from any invisible tie that his gaze cast on me, I stretched out my hands and spread my fingers in his hair. He didn't pull my hands to frustrate me and snatch me as he always did. He didn't complain when I pulled my legs and took them to his hips, packing it on me so that I wouldn't change my mind and leave me alone. Instead, he kissed me so deeply and in love that it caused me vertigo.Things got more serious from then on. He left my mouth and traced a winding path through my throat and lap. His fingers finally went into action and tangled inside my blouse, gushing heat into my throbbing skin. He lowered his head and caught a nipple with his teeth. The warm and fresh breath passed through my shirt and bra, shaking all my nerves. Tremors circulated in an infinite vortex inside me, dragging my consciousness all over the path of pleasure that was built in me.I was scared and amazed to
"Detroit is definitely the most tedious city in the state! Looking forward to seeing you in two days. I miss you, but not so much. Zee ;)".I no longer made a point of knowing how many times I had read that message in a single day. I lost my account after the tenth attempt, although I vaguely remembered having it opened on my cell phone almost for a whole day.In my defense, not counting my friends and some contacts that I didn't even bother to save, I believed that I would not receive anything more important than that. Anything that involved that nickname and an implicit joke "even if received through a smoke signal" was more relevant to draw my attention than to give me enough good will to ignore.Zachary was not in my bed when I woke up the morning after the disastrous family dinner. Not that I cared about finding myself cold without the comfort of his arms around me. Certain customs do not change overnight, and obviously the distance that hovered over us after sex would not decrea
I let out a whistle by distracting myself and looking down towards my belly, doing my best to ignore the stains of the fruits that stamped my lilac vest. The night had barely begun and I disastrously strained much of my clothing with a jet of strawberry juice. Luckily for me, the lower part of my body remained dry and accessible to the eyes of others."You're the worst fan in the world, Kendall.Kendall completely ignored me, diverting attention to the small hole that formed between the people who moved away to let the singer and his group pass. When he approached the bar and Henry answered him, his eyes rested on me, but they did not last.Under flickering lights and echoes of a thunderous beat, everything I found in that short and unexpected look was a silent sadness. Tiredness and fury that lurking in the limits of that impeccable appearance. Even with a smile of perfectly aligned teeth and eyes that almost reached the fullness of an ocean so clear and bright, I caught myself thinki
I really tried not to believe that my friend had gone crazy for good, but when she looked at me, the disbelief should have been evident in my face. She had barely finished speaking when she ran to the door and opened it wide, releasing a flow of fickle sounds. The loud music was still playing. Kendall slightly tipped her head, frowned and raised her hand to me. It took a second. An instant until the resounding bang of a shot sounded inside the deposit.So I heard the screams.Kendall walked away from the door and nibbled her lips, nervous. Suddenly, a shadow ran through his face slowly, making each piece of flushed skin a worrying livid tone. She looked at her own burned arm and then at me. Once again I was able to recognize that expression. A twilight of fear that only I could see in his face since we were attacked at a gas station."You think..." began, seeming in doubt. "Do you think you can have a relationship?There was no time for me to even find an answer. The music stopped, an
"My boss has a personal order for Zachary Malik's whore," he said in a cordially mean voice and approached a heavy step.The back door roared the wind of the night when it opened wide, and half of the present fled in an unbridled race, screaming. Kendall still held my arm, as perplexed as I was. A massacre... For me. Unknown that I didn't even know the name, and now I carried their deaths, without any intention. Shock and dread merged into an indigestible mass inside my stomach, and I didn't need time to remember why that was happening. For whom.Zachary.The same person who taught me not to wait for help, and not even run away. Because he knew it. He didn't dare tell me how or when, but he knew that at some point that would happen. Because, for someone who had lost his whole family to a cowardly attack, letting this happen again would be like wishing for the tragedy. And it was his voice that caught up with me before the man in black stretched out his hand to catch me:Be a woman who
The weight of the last-minute trip fell on his shoulders the moment he crossed the threshold of his door.Harmon, his dog and faithful squire, jumped on his knees before he took more than two steps forward. He grumbled and growled softly, in doubt about the identity of his own owner. He was a very smart animal, by the way, but after so many years he had not yet gotten used to the purposeful style changes that camouflaged the face of its owner soon after an investigation.This does not mean that wearing a disguise was an exclusive part of Zachary's work. He was more connected to the fact that his face was easily identified after years of the commotion of the death of his family, and with that, any criminal or suspect who took care would avoid crossing his path.It brought greater security to his life and those around him to maintain anonymity, but sometimes lay people could confuse him for a Special Agent, even if he remained an investigator hired to make reports of each investigative