Chapter 2 Disturbed beautiful

things are very clear when it comes to sex, causing and having pleasure. But then they distort when I come back to reality and realize that I'm going to have the weight of carrying my father's name, his companies and a spotlight that I didn't ask for. One word: fuck. - Oh, like that! To be continued! Quite a lot, ouch. Tasty. Nathan.

hm-hm... I let myself be carried away by Camila and her moans, her orgasm making me go faster, harder.

angrier, until I myself manage to reach my climax, squinting my eyes and feeling the condom to fll. - Oh! -

Camila sighs, stroking herself, a smile on her mouth as I pull out of her. - I love it when you fuck me hard.

What does it matter if I'm happy? Why does he care now? Because he will die, is a very easy answer. - I need

lunch - I say and quickly follow Camila to sit down, looking at me with disappointment as I get rid of the condom and tie it before heading to the bathroom in my ofce. - Go back to your seat, please. I don't want to

keep anyone waiting. But the thing is, I don't want to hear Camila's post-sex sighs and compliments. She has

that. Make me feel like the best guy in sex. Throw my ego up there. Which is cool, up to a point. Until the point

where she starts to bother her. At the end of the day, I don't go home. Nor do I accept Camila's invitation to go

to her dinner. I don't need more time with her. What we go through in the ofce is enough. As I enter the bar,

my cell phone notifes me of a new message. I pick it up to check it out while taking a seat on one of the

stools near the counter. I order a shot of whiskey, remembering Tina communicating that my father's health

complications were also triggered quickly by the large amount of alcohol he consumed. Screw this? I'm not him. As the bartender gets my drink, my view wanders to the cell phone screen. Samuel sent me a photo of

the new house, letting me know that I needed to attend the opening lunch. It's a law and I'll be arrested if I

don't go. This makes me smile. And it's not even because I want to make fun of my friend. I feel happy for him

and Ryan. Really. If they needed to fnd someone to complete them, great, they did well, may they always be

very happy. Which isn't my case, fortunately either. Alone I am free; alone there is no one waiting for me with a series of questions that demand why; alone I only decide for myself, I speak for myself, I think only about

myself and I don't have to worry about anyone else, just myself. And this thing about falling in love, creating

bonds, emotional and loving bonds with another person... NO. It seems more like a curse than a blessing. I

really don't want that. None of that. Let me be Nathan Russell, a good son and apparently not happy, and that's

fne. I confrm to Samuel that I am going to his housewarming, congratulating him on his new achievement, then I send him a photo of the drinks shelf in front of me; putting away cell phone when my whiskey is

brought. A good night, which the four of us friends would agree on back in the day. Chapter 3 Victoria I gave

myself the freedom to leave the house without caution. After all, I'm in a new, distant neighborhood, living in a new house, close to always busy streets; So I don't need to worry. Jacob would never fnd me. Unless he's

from the police. And he isn't. His job is in a factory operating machines and has nothing to do with the police.

Grounded and confdent in this certainty, I head to one of the bar stools. It's busy, but not busy enough like on a Friday around ten at night, for example. I ask the bartender for water with lemon, who leaves with a smile

and a "that's it"; A loud laugh next to me caught my attention. I look at the man in the suit, head slightly tilted

forward, moving the glass in his hands, his black hair falling forward as the sound of his laughter stops

echoing and he limits himself to a smile. It's not Jacob. Jacob has brown hair and is taller. And he also doesn't.

have a laugh like that, which is pleasant to hear. - Who comes to a bar to ask for water with lemon? - He

asks and his eyes come to meet mine. He's beautiful, I'm impressed. Despite being noticeably younger.

Straight dark hair, thick eyebrows and long eyelashes in a measured and perfect set with dark eyes. Perfection

exists, it seems. - I'll come - I reply, my throat dry. I want to believe that the walk from my house to here was

a bit long, but there's also the chance that I was moved by this man's beauty. Younger than me, for sure, but he is a mature man. Very well formed. - You don't drink alcoholic beverages? - he asks as if rambling. I clear my

throat. - I consume, but I want to stay sober. "Hm," he murmurs. - I understand. You don't want to drive drunk.

and also save yourself from accidents. Responsible woman. And that's the thing - he laughs -, women tend

to be more responsible. - That's what you're saying. He shakes his head, his eyes boring into mine and I get

goosebumps all over. It's an enigmatic look but at the same time it consumes me and sends me a telepathic.

message that I want you. Or maybe the message is mine. I'm wanting it. Which is not my fault. It's my body

speaking for me. I left Jacob, and even before that, we had nothing. As I noted: I just suffocate. I didn't want him, he wasn't looking for me. Even if he looked, I wouldn't want him. I don't know if I was betrayed, probably,

but I don't care. Right now, I don't care about anything because this man's physical beauty has caught my full

attention; younger and with penetrating eyes, he made me light up and remember that it had been a long time

since I was with someone. More than two years, which is understandable when you're single, but dating like I

was a year ago, it's strange to say the least. - Yeah - he nods. - I'm saying, yes - his body turns to face mine, my eyes restless in disturbance because his way of attracting is absurd. - My name is Nathan - he

introduces himself. - And you? I shake my head. I wouldn't like to introduce myself, but he's so... So. And he

left me feeling like sparks ran through my body. Have some respect for yourself, Victoria. You are a 29-year-

old woman, not a teenager who is taken by a guy's good looks. - I'm someone - I smile, thanking the bartender when he brings my water and I can solve my dry throat. - Ah - Nathan gives a broken laugh. - It's

okay, you don't need to tell me your name. She must be married, right? - he doesn't wait for an answer.

adding: - I didn't want to give a bad impression, sorry. And it didn't work, I almost say. I'm just disturbed by its beauty and the way I was awakened in silence. - I would also be very insecure if I were married to a beautiful

woman like you and saw her giving confdence to an asshole at a bar - he rambles again, making me look at

him after taking a few sips of my drink. His smile challenges me not to respond, which is impossible. - Do you

live here? - I decide to ask, looking for a more concrete subject area. If we're going to talk, let it be about

something irrelevant. - No - his face takes away some of the subtlety. He sips some of the drink in his glass,

his eyes becoming distracted ahead. - My father lives