“When you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while. Yeah, girl, you're amazing. The way you are." - Bruno Mars. With a husky sound of a thoroughly satisfied male, Eduardo held Camila's light body in his powerful arms. He was holding her so tightly against her chest that she could barely breathe deeply without feeling like her ribs were crushing. Then Eduardo put her down, and looked at her deeply, his eyes filled with hunger. “I'm all yours, Camila. As long as I'm with you, there will be no one else in my life. And I hope things are like that for you too. His gaze searched her eyes. He wanted confirmation. Then his expert mouth descended on hers again in a series of rough, tempting kisses. The light touch of her teeth on Camila's bottom lip and the velvety, sensual touch of her tongue made her shiver and sigh. “I love your mouth, I love your skin…but most of all, I love looking at you. Camila's face was so hot. As if he had a fever he could only cure. Then s
“That doesn't justify the pursuit. You could have just asked your men to tell you where I was when they found me at the gym. Shouldn't have asked to keep following and taking pictures. She put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. - I'm very sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I won't do this again, honey, I swear. “It's a good thing you don't. Or else I'll look for someone else to marry. That scares me. She frowned at him. “No…no…no…don't you dare do that, Camila. Eduardo was instantly jealous again. Just thinking about another man putting his dirty hands on Camila made Eduardo visibly shudder. “You are very possessive. You want to control me and dominate me. In some ways, that's fine, but you have to trust me. I want to have my own freedom. she said, poking his chest with a finger. “I'm sorry, Camila… I don't want you to feel bad for me. I promise I will try to improve. - Try? You have to loosen the reins, Eduardo. I don't want to live cloistered in our ma
“Happily ever after is not a fairy tale. It's a choice.” — Fawn Weaver. The smile that appeared on Camila's lips was the most beautiful thing Eduardo had ever seen. Despite the chill of the night, he was sweating profusely, eager for the answer. Say yes, Camila, please say yes! He thought. Eduardo knew that the love between them was one-sided. He wasn't sure of Camila's feelings for him. But her feelings for her were very deep, obsessive, and he would marry her anyway, but if she said yes, it was a sign that her heart was softening for him. Eduardo wasn't sure the exact moment he fell in love with her, but he knew the love he felt was immense. Ever since he met Camila, his heart was pounding all the time, his hands were shaking and he looked like he was about to lose his mind at any moment. She left him like that. She spoiled him for every other woman. Gregory's instinct was precise. He insisted on marriage and now Eduardo understood his father even more. If he had acc
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It doesn't mistreat, it doesn't seek its interests, it doesn't get angry easily, it doesn't hold a grudge. Love does not rejoice in injustice, but rejoices in the truth. Everything suffers, everything believes, everything hopes, everything supports.” — Bible (1 Corinthians 13:4-7). Five years later Eduardo was behind his desk in his New York office, reviewing the company's monthly financial statements, when the door swung open. He lifted his head and saw Camila walking towards him. “Darling, what a surprise! I thought you were shopping. His eyes lit up. She stopped in front of her desk and bit her lip. - I did. I bought this and wanted you to give your opinion. It's a little pricey. She shrugged her shoulders. Her hands landed on the strings of the beige coat she wore. "Want my opinion on the coat?" - No. I want your opinion on this. She untangled the ropes and immediately the co
Everyone in America knew Charlotte McKeena. She was the only child of Senator Bernard McKeena and former Miss America Judith Linvstone. They were the perfect example of a powerful and famous American family. Charlotte McKeena always excelled in everything she did. Not only was she valedictorian of her class at Harvard Economics College, but she also followed in her mother's footsteps and became the youngest Miss America and eventually also won the Miss Universe title at just twenty-two years old. . Her beautiful face and smile were plastered everywhere. From billboards to magazines. Even in Times Square. She was the inspiration of every American girl and the dream of every man who knew her. Charlotte was thirteen years old when her older brother died in a car accident. Her family fell apart over what happened. Her father, the strongest man she knew, went into denial. That's when he started to dedicate himself only to his political career, traveling often and staying at home very lit
“Okay, but promise you'll teach me. She said, still mesmerized by the man in front of her.. - I promise. He smiled sweetly and she thought she was going to die. Since that day, Charlotte and Marco were always together during their free time. She hung out with him and the rest of the editorial staff. Marco made a point of editing his columns himself and made suggestions to make his stories more interesting for everyone. Every Wednesday afternoon, they had a meeting at the Jornal Editorial Office. Marco always brought food for everyone. And he never forgot to bring a box of Charlotte's favorite donuts. One day, she was having lunch with one of the editors, Caroline. “Marco is enamored of you. - Which? “That's it, Marco likes you a lot. Charlotte blushed. - Why do you say that? “First of all, he never brought us food during meetings, it only started when you arrived. And secondly, he doesn't forget his donuts and his Macchiato ever. “He's just kind, Caroline. - No. Tr
Marco Villa-Lobos was a businessman who quickly rose through the ranks. He became one of New York's most respected businessmen when he assumed the role of vice president of Villa-Lobos International Holdings, Inc. Not satisfied, he opened his own company, Villa-Lobos Land Group Inc, in the real estate business and alongside Eduardo Villa-Lobos, he was the master of New York. He let his passion for this type of business blossom after a trip to Dubai, still as vice president of his father's company. He was sealing a deal with an oil refinery and was very impressed by the impressive buildings in the country. He wanted to bring to his city those same innovative designs, the style and elegance of that Arab country. A year later, Marco's accomplishments became a sensation. He acquired most of the properties that were pending in banks and turned them all into impressive and innovative skyscrapers, be they commercial buildings or five-star hotels. At twenty-five, Marco was often cited
— Uncle, calm down. She is not here. Eduardo's eyes stared at him like two balls of fire. 'So where is she?' — She left early as she had a photo shoot at the beach. “Explain to me why you're almost naked in my daughter's apartment. It's not like you don't have a place to spend the night as you have your parents' mansion and all the family hotels. You better tell me the truth, boy, or you'll pay dearly. Why are you here? Edward demanded. “Darling…” Camila touched her husband's arm, but he only had eyes for Roman. Eduardo carefully watched the red marks on Roman's shoulders, arms, and back. He was sure Luciana had done it. Like her mother, she could be a tigress in bed. “I slept here last night. Roman said bravely. - Same? So you're sleeping with her? For God's sake, Roman, you two are cousins. “We're not cousins. Roman said firmly. “You and my father are not blood cousins. "Blood or not, we're still related!" You two grew up as cousins and nothing can change th