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"I try to move, say something that will make Alexis stay and that Harry won't take offense. Of course, Alexis is my friend first and foremost, and more so because he didn't leave like I read in that stupid message. "Can I come in?" he asks. "Here, I want to give you this bouquet of flowers and tell you to forgive me." His gaze is both sad and happy. "Forgive you?" He can't say that to me, nor should he be joking around. My heart races at the sight of him, and I want to cry because he hasn't abandoned me. "Idiot, I thought you had left like you said," I give him a small smile. "I want you to forgive me," he lowers his gaze. "I'm too sorry, and all I want is for you not to think I'm a crazy person who doesn't know what he wants." He extends the bouquet of roses and chocolates. "I'm confused. I want to believe what my mother says, but I'm also unsure of my lies. Please, I need your help." "Someone is rushing their funeral." That old woman is to blame for all of this. She's put too m
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+ "Shit, I don't want to do this, but my mother is dying, and I have to do a little to make her go happy. Please don't ask me to stay or choose between the two because I won't do it. I love you as a friend and more than that, never as a sister because that's sick. I hope you forgive me for leaving and not having the will to stay with you." It breaks my heart, I can't bear to see him like this. "I'm ashamed to tell you that I don't like men, that the person who drives me crazy is you, that my days stop being gray the moment you came into my life. Please... I don't know who I am." He's suffering more than me, having a family that only hurts and confuses you, that's terrible! Alexis is sacrificing a lot of things, for now, the guilt of his mother's impending death is making him a damn submissive, not knowing that he's destroying himself, that he can't put aside what he likes because his mother doesn't accept it. "You can go, I hope you find what you're looking for and that it's not to
Slave of your body Becoming the sensation
+ Arriving at my workplace, I was surprised to find Pamela waiting for me. I imagine she's here to hear the gossip about what happened downstairs. I settle into my desk, drop my purse to the floor, and let out a deep sigh before telling her that I'm ready to start answering calls again. She looks at me and, after blinking, tells me that I have to tell her what happened because my break time has been moved up. She grabs my arm and pulls me, and in an instant, I grab my purse and stand up, following her lead. Without looking around, I tell her that she's exaggerating and that she can't drag me away because the others already have topics to discuss, including what just happened. She takes me to the break room, which is a few meters away from my workspace, and as we walk, she tells me that I have to tell her what the woman wanted. A few minutes ago, the woman came looking for me, intending to have me fired, but as she turned around, she received another call that surprised her. The per
Slave of your body Possessives.
+ I parked my motorcycle in the house garage and after planning my night, I walked towards the exit humming Karol G's music. Is it the new trend of the year, or is it just because I love listening to good music? "Good evening, may I speak with Miss Alexandra?" With a serious look and his hands in his pockets, he walks slowly toward me. "It seems like she's very busy, and I'm afraid you'll tell me that you're too tired." Nervously, I look around and grab his hand, pulling him towards the house. Once inside, I close the door and before the neighbors or the driver see us arguing, I tell him to make himself comfortable. But he insists that he doesn't want to talk here and that he needs to go to my room because he's feeling a little tired. I try to persuade him otherwise, but when I said the word "alone," I remembered Mrs. Paulita, so I tell him he's won, and we can get comfortable in my room. When we arrive in the room, I lock the door. I don't want anyone outside or us to be surprise
Slave of your body Don't do anything crazy
+HARRY+ How anxious I am, several days have passed without being able to see Alexandra. The trips I've had haven't allowed me to return to the city, and the worst part is that I haven't been able to call her. The last time I was with her was at her house, and I consider that we ended the morning well, putting aside my damn jealousy. I couldn't stand seeing her with that imbecile who only wants to sleep with her and then brag to his friends about it... Ahhh, I had the urge to get out of the car and beat him up, but Ramón told me it wasn't advisable because we were at the company, and it was better to talk to her privately. I stopped because of him, I couldn't bear the idea of her going with him instead of going home. The days have passed quickly, and it's now Saturday, the good thing is that I'm already in the city, but not at the company. My mother is celebrating her birthday in one of the hotels, the JW Marriott Edmonton. She chose it, and we fulfilled her wish. We like to make her
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"Breathe, don't worry, let life reprimand me and please, don't insist, I don't want to give false hope to someone I don't want to be with." "Enough! Stop thinking about him, understand that he's not a good man for you, I don't want him to hurt you, I don't want... Ah, I don't want to argue, I'll take some air, you can go to the bathroom without me," she points to the bathroom, we are both a few meters away from it, "don't take too long, please, I think we'll stay here today, we won't work tomorrow." Ouch, that hurts. She turns around, leaving me feeling like the stupid person I am. I decide to continue my way to the bathroom, but this time I'll splash water on my face, I have to change my attitude. Oh, the truth is, I can do whatever I want, she has no power over me, and I think it's time to let her know. "You're not going anywhere, come with me, or I'll make a scene you won't like," I freeze at the sound of that voice, the person I didn't expect to be here, I swear I only called h
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+ I don't want to say it, but I have to go. I can't be a bitch to Pamela. I'm sorry for Harry. "I have to go, they must be waiting for me, I don't want to" "Shhh..." he interrupts me and stops me by holding my arm. "The only person that should matter and the one you should worry about is me, not them." What? "I came with them, I can't do this to Pamela," I insist, but he doesn't understand and shakes his head. It's clear to me that he doesn't like Marcos being near me, but he has to understand that I can't avoid him. I can't tell him to stay away from me just because Harry doesn't like him. That's not how things work. I can't push away anyone that doesn't please Harry. Damn! I admit that I like hot sex, I love when he does things that no one else can do, but I can't accept him ordering me to do things I don't agree with. That's not me. "I can't stand that bastard touching you, undressing you with his eyes, or being around you every time I'm not looking," he growls. "I can't st
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+ I managed to arrive where I thought they were waiting for me anxiously and worriedly, but I was wrong because I see Pamela comfortably chatting with Marcos, and they are both having a good time. Surprisingly, I can see a huge scene that tells me I don't belong in that chair. "I told you, babe, they're fine," he says after putting his hand on my shoulder. I can feel his agitated breath close to my ear. "They want to provoke me, although it sounds bad, I have to tell you that they approach you with a second intention." Oh, how he got me. As if I were a roadrunner! Damn it, he's right about something, and it's that they don't need me, they didn't even notice my absence! "I wasn't expecting it, but I have to approach them," I point out to him. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. "Now you can go and accompany your parents, remember it's your mother's birthday." "In a couple of hours, I'll be at your house, we need to talk," he says, leaving a kiss on my soft a
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