David I just realized that we are like gasoline and matches, waiting for the right moment to explode. I don't know why, but we are constantly at odds, pushing each other's limits without any manuals, just for sport. Her presence doesn't fill the void in my chest, but it almost makes me forget about all the shit that surrounds me on a daily basis. I still don't know if this is good or bad, but I know that staying away from her is no longer something I can do, and I swear on my mother, I tried. "Who will be at dinner?" I turn quickly to Nelly. "You." I involuntarily look at her extravagant cleavage and scold myself internally, forcing my irises to focus on the road instead of her. She ends up laughing, oblivious to my agonized state, and I raise an eyebrow. "Who else?" "I don't know, my mom just subpoenaed me.'' I shrug, forcing myself not to turn my face towards her again and admire her curvy body a little more, her dress is so tight I can see every part of her without too much ef
David I give my full attention to the only two members of my family and I listen carefully to Dona Hordéllis' speech, my father hugs her from the side and kisses her cheek, then she plays a video and images of us on some trips begin to appear on the huge screen. Pictures of me when I was little and even pictures of me with pregnant Lígia and later with our son, my eyes instantly fill with tears, my mother takes the floor again and clears her throat, looking for me with her eyes. My stomach twists with the farewell atmosphere, memories of when I couldn't get over the death of my wife and son, I left Brazil for Europe invading me. It was a few months of loneliness until I decided to react, but looking at my parents I also feel a tinge of jealousy for their relationship. They have been together for a long time, but they still love each other. ''I love you.'' I read it from her lips and then my heart freezes, sensing something bad is coming, she opens her mouth and the sound comes out a
NELLY Having an anxiety attack right after being kissed by the guy of your dreams is not nice, far from it, but throughout my twenty-five years I have gotten used to having these little moments of panic, although the cause this time is completely different from the previous ones. The great truth is that fear is part of my life, part of who I am. For this reason, I always safeguarded my psychology, kept myself in constant alert, prepared myself for unexpected occasions, because experiencing several humiliating situations led me to be like an iron pillar. But I was not prepared for this... I rest my two hands on the side wall of the Braganza mansion and make my way out of the garden, the small lights wrapped around the trees guide me to the exit and I thank the heavens that I can stand up while the air is missing in my lungs. David has no idea what he has just done, but he has done it. I haven't had a crisis like this since Edward... No! Thinking about him will only make me wors
DAVIDThere comes a time in every man's life when the simplest things become the most important. We stop fighting against gravity and all we want is to keep our feet firmly on the ground, but with me the opposite happens, the older I get and the days go by, the need for intensity increases and the idea of having a routine is suffocating. I adhere to solitude as a lifestyle and live without anyone's interference, I go wherever I want and fuck whoever I want. Without any commitment. Therefore, the idea of relating to anyone borders on the absurd. No one can take the place of my Ligia, she is unique, the most special and incredible woman I have ever met, fuck if everyone thinks I am living in an eternal mourning and neglecting the opportunity for a new beginning, I don't want a new story. I want the old one. And if for a second I questioned my feelings for Nelly, today I can say that I acted out of anger. I was impulsive. Nobody will replace my wife. Nobody. Nelly is...Fuck, she is
DAVID I gently pull Carlota Maldonado's thin arms away and watch her smile widen in disbelief as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other while playing with a lock of her hair between her fingers and staring at me as if I were a close friend. "What are you doing here?" I reprized the question calmly, pulling both of us out of the front of the elevator, guiding her by the arm to a more secluded part. She lets out a soft laugh and brings her hand to my shoulder as soon as we stop, facing each other, sliding up and down as if she were petting a dog. What the hell! "Charlotte, what are you doing here?’’ I repeated the question and hold her hand, preventing her from continuing the caress without explanation. She blinks and changes her gaze, lowering her eyes as a submissive usually does. Intrigued by the gesture, without realizing it, I release her grip on my hand. "Shall we go for coffee?’’ She asks, changing her posture once again in less than five minutes. I remain quiet,
DAVIDMy head is exploding in a headache for a change and I am sure I will be dead after the clash with Herdéllis Bragança, but it is necessary if I want to keep the only family I have around. I will not deny the reality, I am emotionally dependent on my parents since I lost my son and wife, maybe I am more dependent now than I was when I was just a baby and needed help for everything. I get out of the elevator and check the clock on my wrist, 4:45 pm, perfect.I walk in slow and determined steps to my last model Chevrolet S10, unlock and get in, hidden by the tinted glass I wait five minutes until sh
NELLY Kitten. I didn't understand the meaning of that word until I was old enough to understand that the tightness in my chest wasn't a physical illness, but an anxiety attack. I had to talk to a psychologist to understand that there were traumas embedded in me, I read books seeking self"knowledge and acceptance, I tried to deal with these traumas head on and I almost underwent cosmetic surgery to get into the standards, almost… I release the air that was trapped in my lungs and rest my forehead on the mirrored glass of the bathroom. There are many "almosts" in my life and few certainties. I turn on the simple faucet in the bathroom and wash my face, mixing the water with my tears until I can no longer define which drops came from my eyes. I arrange my hair in a bun on top of my head, pull up the sleeves of the light blue dress shirt I'm wearing to my elbows and remove any dirt from the knees of the pants I'm wearing, open my toiletry bag and remove the paste with the hairbrush. ins
DAVIDThe familiar perfume serves me as an alarm clock, intrigued by the feminine fragrance, I open one eye at a time and let the light guide me, still sleepy, I inhale the tempting scent with a certain hunger. It's been more than twenty days since she's dared come near me, so what is she doing in my house, in my room, so early?When my newly awakened brain begins to rationally process what is happening, I search the room from corner to corner looking for the person responsible for my anxiety and find her at the bathroom door, looking at me with her typical innocent air, biting her lips as if knew exactly what I plan to do with her."How did you get in?" I question, listening to my own heartbeat.What the fuck, she's just a girl. Stop hitting like that, dammit!“You brought me." He says, removing his body support from the bathroom door and walking towards me. I open my mouth to question her assertion, because I have no idea what she's talking about, but I'm distracted by the fabric of