I turn around and see him staring at me like a fool. There's no need to ask him, "How did you get ready so quickly?" It's obvious I won't ask him since all he had to do was pull up his boxers along with his pants, adjust it, and... done! While I was completely naked. "Give me my panties," I extend my hand. "I won't put on my dress without my panties." The bastard smirks and just talks. I take a deep breath and start putting on my pants without my panties. "You won this time, but I doubt next time." "I am lost in your beauty," he mutters in a hoarse voice, making my whole body shiver. "Face the consequences," I sentence him. I smooth out my hair and tie it back up again. With a bit of nervousness, I unlock the door and open it, peering out to see if there's anyone nearby. "You don't have to be ashamed, especially if you're with me." He takes my hand and we both leave the restroom, yes! The women's restroom that was a witness to our fiery and intense passion. I cling tighter to A

+ Oh my god... Ah, unable to move my body, I slowly open my eyes, but quickly close them again as the sun's rays hit my eyes. I wiggle a bit and reach for the blanket I should be covered with, but instead I find myself lying on a huge bed, naked and with no one accompanying me. I try to open my eyes to remember where I am and what time it is. I reach out for the nightstand and, like a spider looking for its prey, my hand finds my phone! As I touch it and hold it in my hands, I open one eye while the other remains closed. I see the time and immediately get up, as if I have chili in my behind. It's ten in the morning! What the hell? Why did I sleep for so long? I run to the shower, but oh, I had forgotten that I am not in my room. Well, I don't think Adal would mind me using the bathroom here. I have to get ready and leave soon, the trip is coming up and of course, I don't want to stay and ruin everything that has been planned. Entering the shower quickly, I turn on the faucet and w

I feel like all of this is a soap opera, "the man who falls in Love with the Girl." From the beginning, she caught my attention, and then I couldn't help expressing how I felt. "I've let her slowly enter me, yes, I admit that I've fallen in love with her," I say nostalgically. "But I still don't dare to tell her to stay with me, Alfonso. I don't know if she's in love with me. Why have her by my side? I don't want her to end up wanting to be with me for..." "Don't even think about it, brother," he interrupts me. "Drop that stupid thought that she's with you for money. Remember perfectly well that both Lucero and you went after her. It's clear to me that nobody put a knife to her throat to accept, but she also didn't expect to find a way out of the hell she was in. Who lives on bread and water?" I'm being immature. She's a person I've realized whose main focus is her parents, and she would give her life for them. Am I expecting her to show me how much she can love me? No, that's abs

+ADAL+ Frustrated, I ran my hand over my face because my worry is killing me. Gisela and even less Lucero don't answer my calls, and she's not at the house I bought. What are they doing that they're neglecting their phones? I told Gisela that I would call her and keep an eye on her. Alfonso has tried to console me and tell me that I don't have to behave like a desperate man, she's only been out of touch for one day, a day that is not a complete disaster, but what he doesn't understand is that I have a bitter feeling and my chest tightens. I have many questions and doubts, it hurts me too much that she doesn't answer my calls, my head can't imagine that she has regretted it and now doesn't want to see me again. "Brother, you can't let your mother see you in that state, and I don't agree that we should drink because I'm struggling to recover from the hangover," he gets up from the couch. His attitude makes me angry, he doesn't understand the fear I feel inside, she might regret it!

[Beginning of flashback] I am tired of all this. I know they are my parents, but they are just a couple of human beings with no compassion for anyone. It doesn't matter that I am their daughter, they don't care that they are supporting a freeloader who spends their money on parties. Where is my father's delicate health? I'm not saying he's lying, as I have witnessed it myself, but what about the medical assistance he needs? Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I don't know where they get so much nerve to not deny what they are doing. Are they blind? But they better not confront me or harm me. From now on, she won't be able to handle me. From now on, she will know the real Gisela. The Gisela who had to face reality, who had to marry to provide for her parents, who almost died in the process, and who has always fought to keep them from suffering. Where are my real parents? By not accepting that damn freeloader, they have rejected me, and discarded me like the trash they can pick up and