"I have nothing to talk about relationships," Hazz said, laughing embarrassed. Then he observed the distant horizon, in which buildings stood up with strong lights coming from the traffic below. His eyes shone with a lost emotion, and he sighed. "As I said, there were few women who dared to approach me. Some just wanted to make fun of it, even after I finished high school. I must have been involved with only five women in my entire life, three of whom were my most lasting relationships and that there was really some sex.”"How old are you? "I asked.Hazz frowned.“ Twenty-eight.”My chin almost dropped."And did you only have sex with three women? "I asked, incredulous. "Hazz, I'm seriously thinking about not even continuing this meeting. I'm glad you told me that before, I don't even need to put so many expectations on this night of sex.”" Stop sexualizing me, woman," he complained. "There are more important things than fucking, you know?”I made a low sound of disagreement, althoug

My first instinct was to push Jessy to my back and start taking blind steps back, wanting to evaluate the situation with some kind of advantage, but when she didn't move, I noticed that the group of men had spread and that we were surrounded. That was, without a doubt, the cratiest and most striking encounter of my entire life. It never occurred to me that being in the company of a celebrity would put me at risk in addition to being on the cover of magazines. I should be really naive.I noticed the blood on the dark clothes of the men, so I found the security guards fallen on the beds of the nearest trees. Apparently, they were just unconscious, but blood flowed to the pavement on which we stepped. Those men should have a knife, because we would have heard the sounds of gunshots. Some of them could be preparing to hurt me enough not to resist hurting Jessy. I had to keep them busy for her to run away, this was very clear in my head, from the first moment."What do you want? " asked Je

The police did an impeccable job in first helping my injured security guards and moving to some safe place, knowing that because I was a public figure I could not wait for any service or transport. So I went in the ambulance with my security guards, leaving Hazz behind. We did not say goodbye with a warm kiss or a promise of some unforgettable night, we were both in shock. Hazz a little more, after explaining to the police how he had managed to neutralize five armed men and still hold the sixth after he ran after me. The police arrested all the men, none of them could escape. But Hazz was right.It wouldn't be the first and last time of some attack. Everyone tried to hurt me in some way. I had too many enemies. My family had too many enmities. The world knew Jessy Jones, just like any super celebrity of the moment. This attracted envy and obsession. For many years I had to deal with hallucinated fans who thought they could someday have the chance I offered Hazz; have my body and my pow

We ate quietly, with Jessy explaining to me how her life as a world-renowned celebrity really worked, and how grateful she was still for my attitude the night before. I had taken a scare from hell when I saw her in that purple wig, and I really wanted to say that, for someone who understood so much about fashion, she didn't know how to be discreet at all.But I also noticed that security had changed, that a car followed her closely, and that the men would not leave the sidewalk in front of the building until Jessy left. I wondered if everyone around her was already aware of that agreement, if everyone realized that that night could very well last a long time, because of the possible sex she intended to have with me.But I was forced to swallow all these thoughts and stay as neutral as possible. Jessy seemed to hide something. She was pulling all kinds of subjects, as if to persuade me to go straight to where she wanted us to go.I was not dumb to the point of thinking that, after last

Hazz's kiss gave me the impression that angels touched harps and that heavy and soft clouds surrounded us, because it was the same as going to paradise and coming back.The touch of his hands on my skin gave the feeling that nothing in the world was more sacred than that gesture. I felt hungry, with a hole in my chest that could only close with more and more of it. Everything he gave me in his kiss, I took it.Every gesture of hunger, I corresponded. It was a delivery, a song, and a poem for the few who knew how to appreciate it. I loved the way he touched me and made me feel like the most special creature in the world. I loved feeling like more than just a girl he would have sex with.All right, I had taken all that, but I didn't expect him to involve me in that growing need to do more than just distribute some kisses, skip the foreplay and start with the most fun part of the meeting.I didn't expect him to kiss me as if it also depended on that, as if his body didn't accept the idea