The breath escapes through my lips, and the blood rises to my face, leaving it flushed and warm. My vision crepts, as well as my body, shaking around the ecstasy that flows and drowns my consciousness. The reflection of pleasure in my swollen intimacy makes me shake hands, and one of them is still on Hunter, squeezing more and more as the toy slides through the dark tunnel and returns to its starting point. I shudder, relieved, and still wishing for more.I open my eyes when the sounds of the boarding platform for the toy become deafening, echoed by screams and conversations of the next in line, and the tunnel lights go off at once. I wipe the last tears with one hand and turn to Hunter before pulling the hand that is on him. But I regret looking down, and not at your face, because I realize where my hand was, what I thought was your thigh, and what rises below it.I blush even more, holding the dull laughter and the shame that hits me hard. An ad on our foreheads would be much less e

"My mother knows! "I'll soon tell Hunter, intercepting him as soon as he enters my room, distracted and holding my plush.He looks at me with suspicion and turns his attention to Penelope, sitting on the edge of the bed. We hardly had the courage to stay inside the house knowing that my mother would be somewhere diluting her poison, but the dawn outside would not allow us to go out in search of a hotel, even in Vegas. Fatigue, both physical and psychological, had also prevented us from acting recklessly.“She know what? “Hunter asks.I roll my eyes and hit my forehead. What else would I be talking about?“About our wedding!”Hunter releases the air he seemed to keep, clearly less distressed. When he notices the question forming on my face, he takes the trouble to look upset."How did she find out?”"Suzy forgot to warn me not to put the name of Dean's asshole on the wedding spreadsheet," grumbles Penelope, throwing the invitation in the air. "We were so stupid that it hurts.”"doesn't

At the top of the staggering wooden staircase, muffled voices reach me "acute, squeaky sounds, followed by grunts asking for silence. I prepare for whatever surprise it made Penelope drag me out of the house and take me to a three-story event hall.My friend spared herself in not saying anything halfway by car, and in the other half, as we walked along the hot and empty sidewalk, she only remembered that my pot shower would happen this afternoon. When I asked the reason why Hunter wasn't summoned to what I imagined to be a small pre-wedding party, Penelope just said he would be too busy with "boy things".It terrified me even more.Allowing my family to surround him during breakfast had already been a sacrifice. Not that I fear the poison expelled in every provocation of my older brother or my mother. Hunter had a tolerance for indirects that differed a lot from my absorption of offenses. But even if they take your attention talking about favorite games and places in the world, I'm su

I can't find a better way to thank than to laugh; let the pain inside me be drowned by the idiocy that only friends can understand. Because I haven't felt that way in a long time. Unlike the experience that Hunter had given me last night, and so similar to what I feel in my work, after closing a widely profitable deal.While my godmothers and friends play with each other to relieve my fatigue, a fun goes through my head when I remember Hunter saying to imagine me with a whip. I can't help thinking and my mouth bends in a secret smile, as I test the weight and texture in both hands.The games, finally, end with a small piggy bank passing from hand to hand in our circle of chairs.The purpose of the game is purely to say where we would like to kiss the little pig, and we cannot repeat the place that has already been chosen. Being the first, I choose the ear and pass it to Penelope, she chooses the butt, and this causes another rain of laughter. Glenda gets up from the last place in the

"Everyone will comment that you were not at the charity event last night," says Tony for the video conference call.I complain quietly."I'm a little more interested in listening to the report on industrial zones in Chicago.”My operations director gives me a stubborn look."I'm already taking care of it, Suzy. What worries me is the level of exposure that your absence has caused.”"It's only been two days, Tony.”"Exactly" he widens his eyes, exasperated. "Two days that your name doesn't stop stamping the tabloids. Did Natalie send the email I ordered?”"He sent it" and I didn't read it, but I don't dare say it. "And I still worry more about the place where we are going to take the new electronics factory.”Tony sighs, then nods, conforms."Some investors are interested in ceding degraded areas for a reasonable amount. I will send the reports by email. For now, I have no other issue to solve.”Good thing. Because the person who has made me so distracted and indifferent to the basic c