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“Long live the bride and groom!”“Long live! "People sitting at our table repeat in unison, raising their glasses upwards."Now that Suzy has married in the role, the Johnson family must continue to follow their tradition, right? "Samantha asks, depositing the glass with orange juice on the table. She caresses the swelling in her pregnant belly, smiling sweetly at the others. "Suzy is the oldest woman in the family, the next marriage has to be Mikaela's!”A dry cough echoes among the group, and Lawrence distributes solidarity pats on our sister's back, choked by the sudden insinuation."I'm not getting married," she can say after a long sip of her beer."If your mother is as paranoid with marriages as she was with Suzy, I doubt she won't be persuasive enough for you to get married in the coming months," contests Glenda in the seat adjacent to Mikaela's."I think that's so ridiculous! “Penelope shoots. "I do not agree with this collective belief that a woman should always be born with
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Following the front, I can mislead my two companions and let them advance through the large glass door that separates the external area from the internal one, while I pass by a table equally full of people and find a lonely and comfortable place near one of the four pilasters that rise from the ground on deck to support the glass roof of the balcony.I go to the parapet, pass both legs out and sit in the narrow concrete space that serves as a balustrade. If I were wearing a slipper, it would fly from my feet before the first night breeze sighed through me, simply by the time I am. However, the cold wind can barely pass through the heavy leather of my boots, let alone my jeans. This is the first night when I have no reason to complain that my clothes do not fit the weather.In the distance, basically at my feet, the city lives and calls for its tourists, shining lust in its glaring colors. I observe how easily people can forget about their problems with a night of fun; drinking or danc
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The double doors open with a small squeak that gets lost to the sound of bridal gait.Before my eyes, two hundred people stand in the great church where my marriage is made official, and their faces always so loaded with arrogance and dislike change instantly to admiration.Shaking, I grab the arm that my stepfather offers and follow him to stumble over the immense red carpet that stretches to reveal the path we should follow.Flowers braided in small string strands delimit how far guests can tilt their bodies to see me pass, each delicate arrangement firmly attached to the arms of the polished mahogany benches.The setting sunlight gushes through the windows composed of colored glasses that represent religious scenes, spreading rainbow shadows over each white petal that sprinkles the intense crimson of the carpet. There is a sweet smell in the air, if exhaled by flowers or by my own perfume, I can't say, but it's pleasant and enough to expel my fear, so I absorb it with strong inhala
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Hunter and I managed to escape from the guests a little later, and we left for another endless photo shoot. Inside the white limousine "led by the same driver who has been with us since we arrived in the city", our ceremonialist instructs what we should do at the magnificent reception she prepared.Hunter holds my hand all the time, but he can't talk to me at any time. All the moment someone puts himself in our way and distracts us. We can only say what we can't through glances, because it's the only method of communication that no one can stop us from having.Our party takes place in a two-story concert hall, and I am surprised to see all the guests present, applauding our entrance with the same euphoria as before. We pose for more photos, dance, talk, but we never have a second of intimacy. Not even during our long-awaited waltz, because we avoid talking so that one does not step on the other's foot. All I have left is to drool over his beauty with excessive admiration.My husband d
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I wait in the carpeted hallway while Hunter uses a card to open the door of our room.In the anteroom, we are greeted by boxes and packages of all sizes that rest in the corners; gifts for our wedding night, including those I got in my Lingerie tea. Along the wide corridor, the lights of the city outside spread into the furnished room, through a wall entirely of tempered, resistant glass, which interrupts the set of those dyed with a soft peach tone.“Do you want to toast now? "Hunter asks, pointing to a bottle of champagne inside the bucket with ice on top of the countertop near the wall. "During the party, they didn't leave me alone even to drink water.”"I went through the same" I admit, waving my hand to my body. "First I'll try to get rid of this dress, then we toast.”He nods in silence, although he doesn't take his eyes off me until I turn the hallway of the room.Not that I'm surprised, since everything in Vegas is exorbitant and luxurious, but our hotel room is as complete as
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My eyes open only when I can win the fight against the buttons on my pants, and very slowly I lower myself, kneeling before him. Without ever failing to face the green irises that shine through voluptuousness, I pull the edges of Hunter's underwear, releasing what wonderfully matches his size.I hold your limb in my hands, having to use both to even feel your weight. Thick veins stretch through the smooth and slightly inclined extension, and the pink head makes me salivate. I take it in my mouth without having the slightest embarrassment of what I am doing, guided by the most basic instinct of sexuality.The raw contact of your skin around my tongue makes me burn, and I delight myself with the way I feel him throbbing at the reach of the inside of my cheek, sucking and rubbing my lips in quick crackles.A gloriously satisfied moan sounds above my head, and I look up at Hunter, amazed at the greed that colors his features. Well, maybe I'm not that frivolous.Tensioning his jaw as he lo
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"Where did you get this scar?”Hunter lands the embers stirer on top of the fireplace bricks and looks at me over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow by the sudden question. I make a gentle movement with my lips, not knowing how to explain curiosity. He leans towards the light, groping his back in search of the focus of my attention.“This one? "Questions, hitting lightly with your fingers on a rupture on the side of the lower back. The beginning of your naked ass distracts me for a second, but I watch. “Oh, it was a stab.”"How can you say that so naturally? "I frown.He lies next to me, unpacking with one of his feet a part of the quilt with floral designs that we use to line the cold floor. Of course, it would have been easier to use the spacious and inviting bedroom bed, but we could not leave the living room, especially because we had not realized that, in addition to the complete furniture, the room is cozyly equipped with a fireplace.Without a cell phone to connect to the world o
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I have no right to judge anything he has done in his past, so I keep quiet. The silence seems to bother you, because you are quickly turning to face me, perhaps waiting for a nervous breakdown. Or at least an indication that I care.“That is... Complicated "I say, because I can't find anything better to say.Hunter offers me a smile devoid of emotion."That's what happens to boys who don't have anyone in the world, Suzy. Anything looks better than poverty.”Your tone makes my heart stop.“Where were your parents? "I ask, sitting as close as I can without it looking like I'm invading your space."I've never met my real parents," he crosses his arms. "They took me when I was still too small and too dumb to believe that I wouldn't get help if I tried to run away.”"Who are they? “I insist.Hunter lets out a grunt, certainly sorry."People who take advantage of poor families to take children to an unknown country, and train them to serve whatever they want. My job was to contribute to the
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