"And my visit is just to talk to you, Penelope," said Caleb. I arched an eyebrow. If he had asked the reasons, he would have noticed how trembling my voice sounded. "I heard, behind my daughters, that you've been having problems with the media in general. I'm issuing a restraining order so that none of them approach you. By the end of today, they will be banned, or they will have to bear a very attractive fine if they dare to break the law.”I avoided laughing. Lately I found the efforts of people in trying to bring me some happiness very funny. I never imagined that someday Caleb Johnson would be visiting me to give good news. That's why I limited myself to opening a smile of thanks. So I went into the clinic and sat in the waiting chairs. The clinic's television was off, but the vet helpers who supported my mother seemed to be having trouble dealing with a dog that barked stridently in the back. The noise was so much that she had to leave Caleb and me alone, while running to meet he
"I imagine," Caleb said with a cold giggle. He didn't fool me. I knew the reason he was there should be different. Even if he didn't know when I would arrive, maybe he considered my mother to call me after receiving that blessed box. And it was even more evident that he was not there for good news when he moved on the bench, sitting on his side to observe me completely. “We want you to help us with something important, Penelope. We want you to collaborate with us.”"Who wants it? "I deleted it, even though it's not a mystery at all."The police," Caleb said in a rhythmic voice. There was no longer that tone that forced the friendly and the familiar, he just took the trouble to be there to make that proposal. It was difficult to contain the laughter by the sudden notion that my intuition had not yet failed. "We are investigating the Red Brotherhood, but we are turning in circles. Those people are dangerous and trained. They disappear like a cloud of smoke from one hour to the next. We
And it didn't seem fair; neither to help the police nor to help the Brotherhood. Both sides seemed to want to pretend that revenge was some kind of justice. The police resented the fact that the Brotherhood made them fools for a long time. And the Brotherhood hated the police killing their leader "despite being Suzane with their own hands. Not at the end of the day, I would be just another piece on that tragedy board. I didn't want to be used that way. Many things were at stake. I still had a lot to lose.If I agreed to work for one side, I would be signing a sentence on behalf of my friends, my family, and any future I could long for. I couldn't carry a bigger weight on my shoulders. I was already carrying too many things. Too long luggage. All I didn't need was some more sacrifice on my back. The police had done very well without me, and the Brotherhood could manage with the various members who were in the line of succession to command. The best I could do was keep myself away."I'm
Overall, I've always put up with Beatrice very well. She was nice to look at too. Blonde, green eyes, a beautiful mouth. He always said what he thought, no matter how ridiculous it was, and he didn't care much about pleasing others. Not to mention that she had the habit of throwing a lot of hints at me, as if she really had an attraction to other women, although I knew very well that she was the kind that hit on and ran. I never corresponded, but just by looking, anyone would say that Beatrice was too fresh to deal with the intensity of an intimate relationship with someone of the same sex."And what do you know about Colton and me? "I questioned by lowering my eyes, poking my own slice of lemon in the long cup. Beatrice giggled softly, and I snorted. "Everyone insists on saying that Colton and I have something, when we have never been seen in public showing any affection. He only took care of me when I had my problems. And that's all.”"So why do you get so nervous when talking about
"All of them are "I giggled with a giggle. "But why do you say that?”“About my family?”“Yes.”"Oh, my parents are crazy, divorced and who travel the world to try to find love. My brothers disappeared from sight. We don't spend Christmases together and we don't even know who to call if we need any organ donation.”This time, I had a spontaneous laugh. Beatrice gestured with her shoulders."Anyway, I think I'm feeling envious to see how the Johnson sisters can make a simple dinner in a cute television commercial about perfect couples.”I watched her with a narrow of my eyes, she had just diverted her attention from the back of the restaurant, where the tables closest to the classical band were located."Why are you talking for sure? "I asked."Because I'm seeing them right there," said Beatrice with a suggestive lift from the cup. "She really just seems to fit in with her family, and, my gosh... What a beautiful girl. I'm sure they will have beautiful children.”I got cold. I refused
There was a moment when just being touched didn't seem enough, and she started touching me too. My dress was a little harder to convey some sensitivity to my body, so she had to drag one of the straps to the side, revealing a cute red lace bra. With fingers still trembling and one of her hands in her mouth, Mikaela slid two fingers inside my bra, easily holding a nipple. Her touch wasn't so precise, but it gave me pleasure anyway. The situation gave me more pleasure than anything else. Because to do that with a man things would have to be much more discreet, but with another woman... Not to mention the smell of Mikaela, which was a sweet and intoxicating fragrance, and that her perfume filled me completely.She began to gasp in interrupted breaths, following the rhythm of my fingers and my mouth on her breasts. I felt her fingers curling gently, she trying to get away from the feeling of free fall against pleasure, while her body totally surrendered to the touches. It was better than
"I'm not hurt, Penelope. I know you prefer women. I know I have no chance of being more than the nanny who took care of you for months "he said, and I opened my mouth to say that it wasn't fair for him to throw that in my face when I didn't even ask for help, but he gestured with one hand, dismissing my answer. "I'm not hurt, I'm upset because you've been a selfish and dirty person. How can it affect Mikaela in this way? Make her wonder if she really should give some consolation to her sick grandmother, or embark on this crazy relationship with you? That's not fair to her head.”"Who said I want a relationship with Mikaela? "I retorted, because I couldn't think of other weapons. Colton just watched me coldly. I had a laugh that I would like it to sound like innocence. “Oh, Colton, spare me. Even you've been giving hope to the poor thing.”“Me? But we never had anything, Penelope!”"Is it really?”"Of course... Oh, no. This little game doesn't work for me, Penelope "he said suddenly, f
"I didn't think you could forget me so fast," I spoke in a low tone. Colton let out a assobio. I raised my eyes to his. "Don't say I'm paying little attention, Colton. It is clear that you are avoiding being with me. I don't know if it's for fear of being associated with the trafficking committed by the Brotherhood, but I doubt it, because Hunter is the one who was part of everything and I don't know anything. I don't know if it's because they consider me a tedious person, because the accident took away my ability to see the good things in life. I don't know if it's because you just got real and realized that I never had much to offer. I don't know why you're moving away, but you are.”"No, Lope. We're not. Do you know how many times I've called you in the last five days? "He questioned, and I shook my head. "One hundred and twenty-three times, Lope. You're my neighbor. But I had to call one hundred and twenty-three times so that you would refuse a call and I would know you were alive