“Don Angelo, it's good to see you.” “Relax, Vivian; I was only absent for two days; I couldn't stay in bed, even though I felt in heaven. I'm worried about this chubby rapist; I need to find out if he has something to do with Max.” “No, Mr. Angelo, he is the cousin of his ex-girlfriend, Catherine, a drunk who is kept by her, as if he is sorry for her or has blackmailed her for something. He is a guy who has nowhere to drop dead, but who accompanies her everywhere. She just doesn't like to be seen in public places; she almost always presents him as a bodyguard; he has even been nicknamed fat-back.” “Well, Vivian, I need to train boxing; I'll take him as a pear for a while, then I'll send him to rape sharks at the bottom of the ocean,” he said while putting on his boxing gloves. “Boss, you're incredible; you still have strength left after those two days of horizontal work.”“Pretty Vivian, you know better than anyone what I am capable of,” and he grabbed the fat man with rights, left
Meanwhile, in the next room, Ximena woke up, disoriented. Seeing that strange room, she remembered everything that had happened. “Oh, it can't be,” she cried, lying back down on the bed, covering her grin from ear to ear, “that wasn't the plan, but it was beautiful and unforgettable, phew!” She got up again. She thought about taking a bath and regretted it. Likewise, she didn't want to get Angelo's smell off her. Although she felt sticky, sweaty, relaxed, and happy, she wanted to feel for a few moments the ravages of her love. Once again, a danger or misfortune became a triumph, a prize. She looked for something to wear and used a shirt that was in the dirty clothes. She slipped into the room without wanting to disturb anything. Leaving a false lump on the bed so that when he was under the illusion that it was still there, he would be sad to discover that it was only the blankets. “What a good joke!” she thought. She went out of the room, trying to find her way to his room. She arr
The next day, Liz went to look for Ximena in her room again. “My friend, I finally found you; you didn't answer that cell phone. I was so worried about you,” said Liz, hugging her. “Hi Liz, many incredible things happened; I was finally with Angelo; it was wonderful,” she said, lowering her face and smiling. “Really, how was it? Please tell me every detail.” “It was something very complicated; a crazy woman drugged me, and I almost got raped by my cousin. Luckily, I escaped, ending up at Angelo's, and that drug made me feel a lot of desire.” “And he calmed them down for you.” “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, but I practically forced him.” “How complicated, and what about the rapists? We have to denounce them.” “I suspect they are already part of the ocean.” “Ah, don't tell me about the man the sharks ate; is it true?” “I don't know; I guess so; that's another point, like Angelo is not the innocent professor he appears to be.” “Truth be told, friend, it's been very strange to m
“It's been a month that, for me, has been a century. I can't believe how I was able to live a life without him. It's too bad that the contract marriage didn't work out; if only he had done his part. We would be together with ten children, three dogs, two cats, and an aquarium full of fish. We would go for a walk every weekend to a different beach, and suddenly we would go for a picnic every month because it's complicated to leave the children alone with the nannies. I would like to take my sister to live with us. I am rushing, and at times I forget that Angelo pretends not to remember that I am his wife. Furthermore, I do not know what he wants; it would not be to take me to bed, since he got it. Likewise, I do not consider it my fortune, because his seems to have no limits, unless he is one of those fortune hunters who marry millionaire women who die prematurely. Mostly poisoned, thus increasing exponentially their assets; that may be my assumption. Like the time I thought that a fema
“And why didn't you tell me that? We were supposed to tell each other everything, sis.” “Well, Ximena, that was when I thought you were happily married to that Italian ghost.” “Terrible; you should have gone to a psychologist, Emily.” “I myself was in charge of transforming that paradise into a hell. I bore that man to the point of exhaustion, I was jealous enough to leave him; I even thought of killing him so that if he wasn't mine, he wouldn't belong to anyone. Then Pearl came along, and I judged that because he was ugly and disheveled, I didn't have to worry about losing him. My security level was higher, and I thought I wouldn't have any problems because no woman would harass him. How wrong I was. It turns out that there are many who thought the same thing, or because of eye problems, they thought he was beautiful.” “I was wrong; it turns out that there are many who thought the same thing, or that because of eye problems they thought he was beautiful.” “Yes, it turns out that
For a few moments, I feel like I'm in heaven; only I remember that he was with that blonde, and that gives me the strength to take it off and give it to him, telling him,“No, thanks, sir; better give it to your little friend, the woman shareholder of hydrogen peroxide.”“What have you considered? The month I gave you to think about it has passed,” he tells me, thinking he is so important and looking so imposing.“I don't have to consider anything; I am a married woman, and I am leaving this place. I think I drank too much.”“No, what happens is that you get drunk passing by a vineyard; I saw that you only had two cocktails,” he tells me, confirming that he was watching me.“I want to have anything with you anyway.” I unintentionally look at his body, biting my lips.“That's what you've been thinking about all this time, Ximena of my heart.”“My little angel, what happened is that I didn't even remember that deal; it's the truth.”“I don't believe you,” he says, wrinkling her forehead
“Ximena, my love, relax; it's what we want; I want you very much; I have not been able to get your memory out of my head; please let's give ourselves completely; sorry if I hurt you; I did it unintentionally. I am somewhat coarse for the environment in which I work; I need to learn how to treat women.” he says without stopping, kissing my neck, turning me around, and placing me in front of him, where I slide my eyes, seeing his chest with some hairs that excite me even more. Where I slide my eyes, seeing her chest with hairs that excite me even more. I grab her back, putting it together to feel her skin. Her hardness melts me, and her lips go down from my neck to my breasts. She stays for a while like a newborn, then she keeps going down like a wild elevator. I'm embarrassed, and at the same time, I want her to stop at my little thing. She also claims her kisses, but she keeps kissing one leg up to my ankles and then goes up the other leg to my stomach. I even help her by going up to m
I dropped my little sister off at her house; her adoptive parents didn't seem worried, as if it were normal for her to arrive in the early hours of the morning.“At least she arrived well,” says the father, unconcerned.“Is it normal for me to arrive at this hour?” I asked, annoyed.“Miss Ximena, she is of age; we can't tell her anything; besides, she threatens to leave, and we really need her,” this time the false mother answers me.“She or the money I give you to keep her well” comes out because the liquor loosens my tongue.“Look, Ximena insults us; we love Emily; we take her to the doctor; we take care of her the best we can; what happens is that she is complicated,” explains the mother, twisting her eyes.“What do you mean, ma'am?”“Emily grew up limited by her illness, watching children play through the windows; in high school, she was teased because she couldn't do physical education. They thought she was lazy; she was always embarrassed if they knew about her illness. This made