CEO of Family
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Chapter 8 something happened img
Chapter 9 reprimand img
Chapter 10 interrupting img
Chapter 11 the fact that img
Chapter 12 in my head img
Chapter 13 climax img
Chapter 14 CEO img
Chapter 15 don't want you to rush. img
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Chapter 4 if it hurt her feelings

even remember after a few days. - Nando, I have no interest in casual sex at all, and you know that - I replied, emphatically, and my cousin rolled his eyes. - Then you should at least be trying to meet someone. It's been rusty for a long time, Mau.

I couldn't take it. - You couldn't last a day without sex - I replied, trying to keep the tone joking, although I didn't approve of his behavior. Not when there was an incredible woman waiting for him at home. As far as I knew, Luana was aware of Fernando's extramarital affairs. Or maybe she just suspected it, but she was discreet enough not to let on if it hurt her feelings. At my comment, my cousin opened a mischievous, sideways smile, which he must have found very charming. He was a handsome guy, he was always well dressed, he had a flashy car and a lot of money, women fell at his feet, and he couldn't resist. - Never. Are you really going to reject the hotties there? - Fernando pointed to the two women, and I shrugged, drinking some more of my whiskey. They were very pretty girls, and I could spend some fun moments with one of them in my arms, but that would be it. The next day the emptiness would reappear. In those last few months, since we started going out together, I had tried talking to women, I even kissed one of them, but I couldn't feel anything other than physical attraction. Probably when we get used to something special we don't want anything less. Of course I couldn't hope to feel for another woman what I felt for Isis, at least not so quickly, but I just wanted some kind of connection. - Can I try my luck? I can handle both. - Go ahead. I just think you should stop doing this. Luana doesn't deserve it - that was the thousandth time I'd said that to her. And she would say a thousand times more, even though she knew it would go in one ear and out the other. - She doesn't deserve it, but what can I do? I'm a lucky man. He had no idea how much... - Well, do what you want. I don't want to testify. I'm going to go to the bathroom and go home. He kept saying something, but I didn't even pay attention to him, I went straight ahead, without listening to him. Someday I would tell Luana. I went into the bathroom, closed the door and continued with that thought. CHAPTER FOUR Looking at myself in the mirror, the question suddenly arose: what the hell was I doing? I wasn't that kind of girl. He didn't go hunting for men in a bar just to prove something. What was the importance of having been betrayed by an asshole just because she didn't want to open her legs? He had lost, not me. And I didn't need to kiss a stranger to assert myself. I didn't need a man to be the best version of myself. I fixed my hair, running my hand through it, letting it fall like a smooth black waterfall down my back. I corrected my lipstick and checked my eyes, which were made up, highlighting the almond, almost golden tone. I had a long nose, which gave me an almost Arab appearance, but it suited my face. Taking a deep breath, I prepared to leave the bathroom and find my friends to tell them I was leaving. I wanted them to have more freedom to get to know the guys who came to sit with them and not have to deprive themselves because of me. But, at the moment I opened the door, going through my bag to check if everything was there, I bumped into someone. - I'm sorry, I... - The moment I looked up, there was my asshole ex, Álvaro. I tried to step back, but he grabbed my arms. - What are you doing here? - He was nearby. His friend made a post on Instagram and tagged the location. I thought it might be a good idea to stop by and talk. - Damn it! Was Alessandra crazy? I hated it when I committed that kind of recklessness. Tagging your location on social media was the most careless thing anyone could do. It was a perfect place for stalkers or crazy people to party. There was the proof. I tried to free myself from Álvaro's hands, but he held me more firmly. - Calm down, princess. I just want to talk. I'm sorry for what happened. It was stupid of me. You're worth it, and I should have waited for you... But I'm a man, you understand, right? - Without any permission, he put an arm around my waist, which made my eyes widen. - You're so cute, for God's sake. What an idiot I am! - Ah, that's you! But it's over, Álvaro... I don't want it anymore. You betrayed me, disrespected me. - Don't do it like that, beautiful. What did you come to do here like that, looking all hot like that, huh? Have you come to try to replace me? Was fast. But I'm only leaving here with you. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but I can try, can't I? He tilted his head and started kissing my neck, while I tried to push against his chest, so he could let go. - No, Álvaro! No! - I said, still trying to free myself, even going so far as to punch his arm, but I could smell alcohol on his breath, which disgusted me. But he didn't seem to care about my refusals, and I started to wonder: how did I manage to date this guy? How could I allow him to put his disgusting mouth on mine and kiss me? And... - The girl said no. A male voice came out of nowhere, making Álvaro finally stop kissing me. His arms loosened around me, and I managed to take a step back, even though my legs felt weak. The feeling of being forcibly taken was... God, wasn't it just revolting. It was almost painful. I felt my vulnerability much more pronounced, as if something similar could happen at any moment, from anywhere. -And who are you, you idiot? - I heard Álvaro speak, but I was so terrified that I barely raised my head to see who the man was who had apparently defended me. - Someone with a little more common sense than you. - Is taking? What a pity for you! She's hot, but she doesn't open her legs. I saw the unknown man take a step towards my idiot ex and stand in front of him. I could only see him from the back, but he was a big guy, with broad shoulders, covered by a well-cut jacket in a graphite tone. His hair was dark, a little darker than mine, and it was straight. I couldn't see his face, though. - I think you'd better get out of here. Apparently the girl doesn't want anything to do with you anymore. Don't humiliate yourself, it's pathetic. - You are with her? - Álvaro repeated the question. I wanted to get involved in the conversation, but the two of them looked more ready to fight in an MMA ring. Who was that man? - No, but she can count on me to defend her if you continue to insist on attacking her. Álvaro was going to say something else, but he just glanced at me, turned his back and walked away. The man whose name I still didn't know remained standing still, in the same position, as if he was watching my ex's steps, ready to continue his threats. I wanted to thank him, ask his name, but somehow I couldn't move. How incredibly simple it had been for Álvaro to simply grab me in the middle of so many people, almost with impunity. If he hadn't been that guy, what else would he have done? Would he have been able to push me into one of those bathrooms? Would he have continued to touch me without my permission? Why did men insist on using force to take what didn't belong to them? - Hey, are you okay? - the voice that had sounded so firm before took on a slightly softer tone, and the man finally turned to me. His face came into focus, and I was faced with very blue, crystalline eyes. His hair fell a little over his forehead, really straight, but like velvet. A square jaw was shadowed by the remnants of a beard, and his mouth had a beautiful, almost drawn shape, with a very lively tone. He was well dressed, with a jacket, formal blouse, but no tie. Open collar. Apparently there were muscles under his clothes. But I only managed to understand all that because I felt a little airy, still thinking about the incident a few minutes ago. I nodded to answer him, because I didn't want to look like an idiot, and I took a step forward, just for the sake of it. But my legs wobbled, I was so nervous, and I swore I was going to fall to the ground, but the stranger came to my aid again, holding me firmly. I raised my eyes, meeting his, and felt tears prick them. It wouldn't be compulsive crying, just proof that my fragility at that moment had left me a little more shaken than it should have

            
            

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