All Chapters of What My Husband Shouldn't Know: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20
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Pretending to be lip-synching to the song and nodding to the beat, I make five large hamburgers with my hands and begin placing them in a clean pan already heated and smeared with melted butter. My hips sway from side to side as my waist tickles. I jump, my heart pounding in my chest as the air catches in my throat. Turning around, I see my sister behind me. — Cam! - panting. “Gotcha,” she jokes, grinning from ear to ear and goes back to poking me in the ribs. I stop the music on the cell phone. 'How did you get in?' I didn't hear the bell. She walks around the island, sits on a stool, resting his elbows on the counter, and picks up a slice of onion. “I found Nicolas outside,” she explains. “He told me to come in. I tilt my head, peering out the window, and see him with a few friends around my grandmother's old car that Nicolas's father paid to have towed here since it's not working. I couldn't leave it in the apartment, and it looks like Nicolas is finally making good on his promise
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The music app must have been open and he must have accidentally touched it. Shit. George Michael's “Father Figured” plays, and his brows rise as the suggestive chorus begins. My mouth goes dry, realizing the content of the lyrics. I quickly grab my phone and turn it off. He lets out a laugh. What a max. Then he straightens up, clearing his throat. '80s music, huh? I run my hands through my hair, sliding the phone into his back pocket. “Yeah, I wasn't kidding. After a moment, I look up and see him looking at me, the trace of a smile in his eyes. His gaze darts to the side, and he leans over, picking up one of the architecture and decor magazines I didn't see that had fallen out of my bag on the kitchen table. “And it's Aaron,” he says, handing me the magazine. — No, Mr. Browns, okay? He's so close I feel butterflies in my stomach, and I'm unable to look at him. I pick up the magazine and wave, still unable to meet his eyes. He goes back to his duties, and I turn to leave, but I stop an
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Didn't Nicolas tell her I own a construction company? Does he even talk about me? Grief starts to eat me up inside. “Well, he tries to be,” Dutch joked, answering her question. I glare at him, but I feel like laughing. Teasing is with ourselves, but I wish the asshole wouldn't do that at work. It compromises my image, dammit. — Shit! Porscha suddenly yells. I look back at her quickly and see the rainwater falling on her head like a waterfall. The tarp ripped at the top of the structure and spilled all the water that had accumulated in the crevice. She stands up quickly, escaping the water, and stretches her arms, trying to get it back in place. But she can't quite reach. Coming up behind her, I reach over and hold the tarp in place as I turn my head and jerk my chin at Dutch. He nods and leaves to get the staple gun. Porscha lets go of the tarp and slides under my arms, staying beside me, laughing. - Are you okay? I ask. She nods, wiping her face and shaking her jacket. - Yea. I think
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( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But i
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02It was a busy morning in downtown Las Vegas, just like every other morning. The ever-awake skyscrapers in the city that never sleeps exuded money and power. This was a place where people would never feel at home, yet they wouldn't want to leave either.It was still too early for the rest of the world, but not for the ambition of the casinos and clubs that opened their doors and showed the public the best of life; the pleasure. The elegant buildings along the avenue housed offices, nightclubs and residences. The eclectic mix was what characterized the city of sin, its vastness and love of novelty. Boredom would never set in in Vegas.Among the countless pleasures in the city of sin, the police departments did not rest either. The phones rang relentlessly at the police station, especially on Saturday mornings.And in the midst of the hurricane that the department proved to be, Lora Lins walked through the reception. She was out of place in this troubled environment, with people movin
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04- "I can't believe we're going to the red carpet again" Drake muttered in a squeak, barely hiding the joy he felt that day.After receiving a breakfast basket from Jean, they had both made a comfortable trip to Los Angeles. The crux had been the jet chartered by Mr. Lins so that her daughter would have all the comfort possible. The intention was to wrap Lora around until her thoughts could revolve around the man her father was, not the man he was.- "You match this life" Lora replied while sliding her fingers through the satin dress she would wear for the night.It was an imposing piece, in a shade of red very close to the copper strands in her hair. Unlike the previous one, the dress was not daring. With long sleeves, a modest length and a closed front, the Dolce&Gabbana model looked perfect for the occasion. Its only relevant detail, other than the embroidered seam, was the long opening in the back.- "I agree"Drake enjoyed the view through Lora's picture windows. Los Angeles wa
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05( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally out of action You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhe
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08Lora kept her pensive gaze contemplating the immensity of Las Vegas. She thought about her life; what he did, what he was doing and what he was going to do. His mind revolved around the problems he already had, and the others he was getting into.For the third time in the morning, Drake had gone to her friend's bedroom door and forced the lock, hoping it was open. He didn't know how much he'd hurt her, but he knew that isolation was a bad sign.Lora had a protective instinct; he wasn't able to trust, so he could hardly love anyone. He was always on the safe side of the street. However, there was a reason for such behavior; she knew she couldn't bear another disappointment. The first person to break his trust was his father, someone who was supposed to protect him, and since then his whole life had been based on measures of emotional detachment.- "Baby, I know I was wrong with you. I didn't think straight..." Drake paused.- "I wish you well, and only. I can't see you scared foreve
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10At first, the car made a slow turn. The speed did not reach one hundred kilometers per hour. The pilot was just getting to know the power of the engine, letting his experience take care of the moment.On the second lap, his foot weighed on the pedal. Every second the sports car got faster, finishing the curves in record time. Evans was focused but also relaxed. That was the only time he could turn off all his senses and worry only about crossing the finish line.When he passed the pit stop, the booming and powerful noise was even more explicit. Steady, steady accelerating made the tires resonate with friction on the asphalt.Fascinated by Evans' headstrong way of driving, Lora couldn't contain the urge to get up. The woman was too agitated to watch from afar. And as she walked forward, she heard the taps of Lana's heels. The blonde was leaving the racetrack pavilion and entering the safe side of the track.- "Lora" she called. The sound was muffled by the car's engine growling in a
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3 years ago...I don't usually get attached to the details of life. The little points of happiness are not important to me. Christmas. Thanksgiving. New Year. I don't care how exciting those dates seem. But I know, I feel, that inside me there is something wrong. I should see the world in a better way.I stare at the vibrating cell phone in my hands. I'm shaking, feeling a fear I didn't know I was capable of. After all, how could he just call me back? How can he think the past is over when I relive it every night? He's destroyed my life to unimaginable levels, and now he's trying to approach me like it's not important.My dad, Jean, is calling me for the thousandth time. After ten years apart, I finally heard from him. Now he is a Hollywood film director, one of the most acclaimed men in the state where he lives.When the device stops vibrating, I notice I've been holding my breath. It scares me because I know we are different people now. He is a good man, does charities, gives his mo
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