Thomas Marchetti's fight started out intense. When the bell rang, Thomas attacked his opponent with precise punches. But despite being under pressure, Jones manages to control the situation and lands a few punches that score points for him. The two men exchange blows for the entire round. When the bell sounds again, Thomas goes to the blue corner and sits with his back to the girls who are watching nervously. Even though it's small, Thomas's eyebrow has opened into a cut that bleeds profusely. His breathing is quick and shallow. Even from that distance, Eleonor can notice how his chest rises and falls sharply. Eleonor is concerned about the outcome. There are still two rounds to go, and all fights, except for Andreas, have been decided by the judges. She doesn't want Thomas' fight to be settled by third parties because she knows well that one can't count on luck. Even if she hasn't talked to him directly, he's Andreas' friend. He can't be a bad person, right? Also, Lisette seemed int
At the bar, Marco is watching the boss, who has been silent for some time, sipping his scotch. He's not happy to hear that his wife had met the same man who made him lose control a few nights ago. He hoped to never have to deal with that again. But she went there deliberately. If making her obey his orders for an entire day aren't enough to make her forget about another man, he would have to come up with something else.Honestly, he doesn't like how he feels. He never considered himself to be a possessive person because he never found anything worth holding on to. But with her, things are different. He feels like he's walking on a tightrope under a cliff, where any mistake will lead to a fall. It's a confusing and unpleasant feeling because he cannot hold control over her. He's simply overwhelmed by her whims.This makes him unable to deal with these emotions. His goal was never to get close enough to make a bond with her. He just wanted to make her miserable. She deceived him, after
Eleonor is tense, as if there's a storm outside. But the night sky is clear and there are hardly any clouds. Still, Eleonor feels as if lightning could strike them at any moment. She tries to warm herself with the heat that the wine brings to her body, but her tension is as clear as the crystal sea.She's accompanied to dinner by Giovanni and Lisette. She has tried to refuse her husbands' presence, but he insists. So, they sat at a table next to a big window in one of the resort's restaurants. Giovanni ordered seafood, but Lisette wanted Mexican dishes. Eleonor… well, she doesn't have much of an appetite. In fact, she feels her stomach twist when she sees the sign of food.“I'm so angry. I mean…” Lisette says between bites. “Did you really have to call my Papà? I had to listen to a three-hour lecture, Giovanni… THREE HOURS! Saying that I shouldn't take advantage of our friendship and do what I want; that I shouldn't tease you because I'm too old to do it. I mean, since when do I tease
Even though he didn't show it, Giovanni felt the weight of those words. He heard her voice so many times in his head that it sounded like a broken record.(...) I hate you.(...) I hate you.(...) I hate you...Three simple words cost him a whole pack of cigarettes and a few shots of scotch, which he took alone after leaving the restaurant. It wasn't enough to intoxicate him or make the feeling in his chest go away, but he feels a little more numb.He enters the quiet room and finds her lying on the bed wearing a short dress made of thin fabric that looks like a juicy apple to a hungry man. He's craving her. And a little taste is never enough. He wants her whole. All of her. Every part, every tiny inch… every golden hair is worth more to him than a bar of gold. That's why he's angry that she went to see another man today. Because the mere thought of her being interested in another man torments him.Eleonor looks away and focuses her eyes on the book she's reading. It's a fluffy romanc
Eleonor holds her breath. It's as if her lungs have forgotten how to breathe. Her heart beats so heavily and fast that it could rip her chest open and give itself totally to that man. She also feels her legs weaken, but thanks to Giovanni's embrace, she manages to aid herself. “Don't say that.” She whispers. “I don't want to believe you.” “Yes, you do.” Giovanni gives a weak smile. She closes her eyes, feeling butterflies fly in her stomach. “I really can't tell if you're bluffing right now…” “I'm not bluffing.” He slides his hand down her face slowly. “I meant every word.” “That's fucked up…” She shakes her head, ignoring the sensation his fingers cause on her skin as they slide to the back of her neck. “We…” “It doesn't matter.” He brushes his lips against hers. “I don't care about anything else.” He closes his eyes and kisses her quietly. And once again, she closes her eyes and gives her heart what it desires. She surrenders to the kiss, searching for his face. Giovanni slide
The sun seems to be shining brighter outside. Rays pass through the gaps in the curtains, which insist on heating the room. Even the birds sing cheerfully and seem happier.When Eleonor opens her eyes, she sees that she's lying on Giovanni's chest. Her legs are on his body, and their feet are intertwined in a cute and funny way. Her hand rests on his chest, which is slowly going up and down. She listens to his heartbeat, which can be heard in that almost silent morning.When Eleonor looks at the long eyelashes and the sleeping face, she feels her chest warm up with a comfortable fondness. She brings her hand to his face and caresses it gently — something she always wanted to do, but never admitted to herself. And apparently, the simple gesture has made Giovanni to wake up and slowly open his eyes. A faint smile dawns on his sleeping face as seeing her at the morning sight.“Good morning…” She says, smiling as well.Giovanni looks at her and realizes that they spent the night together
Eleonor goes to the beach to get away from her thoughts by dipping her feet in the sand and looking at the horizon, where the blue sky and the blue ocean blend together. She takes a deep breath and feels the sun on her skin. When she sees a kiosk, she walks up to it. She orders coconut water at the counter, wondering what to do for the rest of the day. Even though the weather is sunny, she doesn't feel excited enough to enjoy the beach like the other tourists, who seem happy with their vacation. She looks at the missed calls from her sister, which, until that moment, she hadn't the courage to return. There's so much she would like to tell her sister, but there seems to be more than oceans between them… It's as if their souls are disconnected. Eleonor used to think that the bond between them was strong. But now, it seems like a mirage that she's slowly starting to see through. She pays and thanks the attendant for the coconut water. Therefore, she goes to a wooden table with a big pa
Eleonor spent at least thirty minutes looking at her sister's social media. At the very least, Emily was able to keep her networks private. The fact that Giovanni had always been so close to the truth made her fear her own shadow. She thought her sister was pretending to be her, but no… her sister kept acting like a high society heiress. Honestly, Eleonor doesn't know how her husband hasn't found out yet. What if… he already knows it? Eleonor gets shivers just thinking about it, and she quickly pushes it away. If he knew, her head would have left the neck long ago. He wouldn't leave alive the woman who deceived him or the man who broke an agreement with him by sending the wrong daughter. That brings some comfort at the very least. If he doesn't know, it means there's still time. There's exactly six weeks until the news that Emily Evans is getting married travels around the world and reaches Giovanni's ears… which is suspicious to say the least, considering that he married Emily Evan