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it was his most notable characteristic, which never made me think about the softness I found now. It was a pleasant surprise. Benício took some time, I think out of astonishment, before he took any action. His hands

circled my waist and our bodies came together completely with the pull he gave. I moaned and he mumbled something that I didn't understand, but I didn't have time to pay attention as his tongue invaded my mouth demanding attention. We were a slippery tangle of desire, consuming ourselves in each intertwine, sucking as

much as we could from the madness we were experiencing. It was so good. At the same time that I felt my body awaken and my mind numb, a balm settled in my chest, as if something that was missing had finally.

found its place. A mix of despair and warmth at the same time. Which helped to make me even more confused. His hand went down to my ass, a frm squeeze and I was pushed to the table, where Benício broke

the kiss to place me on it, sitting. His eyes stared into mine, I felt clumsy and I saw in his iris the same misty

lust that kept reason away from actions. It was a path of no return, I knew it, yet I threw myself into it without.

any reservations. -Call Bel and let her know you're going out with your friends - he determined so vehemently that I couldn't argue. He reached for my cell phone that was on my desk and handed it to me. His

eyes didn't have their usual clarity. They were dark, like ink, flled with a shrewd energy. - Hello. - Friend. I'm.

leaving the company now, I'm going to a little bar with some friends - I deliberately lied with my eyes fxed on

Benício. - Ah... Okay. Is everything okay? Did everything go well with Benício? - Yes. It did. I need to hang up.

Bel - I ended the call due to lack of words. I wasn't used to lying, especially to my best friend and, on top of that, it was difcult for me to think anything beyond the devouring gaze of my boss, her brother. Benício took.

out the cell phone he was holding, the back of his hand passed over my cheek and I felt my skin heat up under his touch. - You awakened something inappropriate, Maria Eugênia. - Magê. I hate my name. - Should not. It

suits you. - It's old-fashioned. - It's imposing. We looked at each other for too long, Benício scanned my face.

with so much attention, his thumb hovered over my lips and he bit his. - I want to taste you. For today. Today

only, Maria Eugênia. I don't think for two seconds about the answer. - Okay. Just for today. I answered the second longest phone call of my exhausting day. It was the head of the tax department making.

excuses for the discrepant error in the reports presented a few days ago. I was the type of man who could

understand everything: particular difculties, technological limitations, lack of qualifed personnel, or any other argument that justifed the failures, but incompetence irritated me. It was as clear as day that Mr.

Mendes was trying to deceive me with lame excuses that only proved his incapacity. I was already aware of

their peculiar routine. He showed up at the company when it suited him, the call, for example, was due to the

fact that he was out of the city of Rio de Janeiro during the week. I am the owner of the company and I never take vacations or rest. I had hired a frm specialized in tax documents in São Paulo, without anyone knowing, I

removed the requested information for a preview, the result would arrive in the next few days. - Mendes, I

don't want excuses. You should have submitted all documents in a timely manner, this did not happen. I gave

you structure, staff and very generous deadlines. Get the damn job done. - But Benício, you need to understand that... - I don't have to understand anything. If you know the amounts to be paid monthly, you can

organize the cash outfow with the purchasing and fnance department. Simple. You have until the end of the

week. -But it's only two days until then. - TIC Tac. The clock never stops, Mendes. I ended the call without even saying goodbye. The man thought that my young age was synonymous with stupidity, that's right. I

checked my watch, lunch had already passed a couple of hours ago and I was hungry. I opened the desk.

drawer and took out my wallet, picked up the cell phone I had just dismissed and headed outside. - Giulia, I'm

going to eat something outside, I'll be back in thirty minutes - I said, looking at the time. - Yes sir. Your next meeting is in forty-fve minutes. The room is under preparation. - Have they all been confrmed? - Yes sir.

There are nine in total. - Excellent. And Anabel? - You are already aware of the meeting. - Ok. I followed the

path to the elevator, faced the corridor that led to the meeting room and the old BIM controller department, it seemed like years had passed. The department took a turn after all the confusion with Maurício and his need

to harm my sister's current fancé. Despite all the chaos and losses at the time, I cannot regret what happened. With the intention of protecting her then boyfriend, Tiago, Anabel came up with a scheme and

caught the whole plot orchestrated by her ex-boyfriend and we were able to fre the fakers. My sister fnally let the administrative streak in our family come to the surface, took the reins and joined me and Leon, our.

partner, in solving problems. I ignored the fact that that hallway also reminded me of the place where I had the most memorable experience of my life. At least, the beginning of it. The blonde with fowing hair, a slenderbody and curves in the right places, owner of an extremely difcult temperament and who had the gift of

making my mood fuctuate more than anything else I've

Maria Eugênia - I ordered as soon as we entered the hotel room. An uneasiness settled in my chest when I

found myself parking in front of a luxury hotel in the region, but I couldn't take it to my house or I would fll that entire space with memories that would have to be forgotten as soon as the day dawned. - Magê. - For

others, yes. For me it will always be Maria Eugênia. - My tone was more affected than normal, something.

that never happened. I enjoyed the anticipation, the game, the seduction itself, achieving my goal for the moment when I was ready to enjoy the pleasurable and engaging sex that would happen. I've never been the

quickie guy. They were too carnal and banal to satisfy my desire for sex. Except when I was young and quantity was important. I didn't regret it since it was through this way of acting that I practiced, learned and understood how the female body had its nuances and all the ways in which it could give pleasure to the

current partner. I watched Maria Eugênia open the buttons on the immaculate white shirt she was wearing.

She looked good in anything, but dress clothes were my weakness. There was that note of power permeated

in his aura that stood out with the right attire. She pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt, removed.

the lapels from her body, revealing lightly tanned skin, adorned in white lace lingerie, the perfect half-cup

adorning her bust. A white line formed a triangle coming from her neck and was lost inside the piece near the strap. She loved the sun, she was always tanning, that's why her skin had that slightly golden glow. I felt saliva

accumulate in my mouth, I was dying to run my tongue over all the marks of its original color. It was exciting.

-Now the skirt. - She moved her hands to the front buttons and stopped. - Are you just going to be in charge? I want something to enjoy too, Baby. That rubbish ridiculous nickname, which only made my dick.

throb more in my pants, because it was accompanied by the naughty and defant face that she always

brought to the surface. I leaned on the small sideboard in the corner, I had ordered a bottle of champagne and also my double dose of whiskey. As Vinícius de Moraes would say, I was a "bottled dog", and God knew I

needed a good friend to deal with the woman in front of me and the consequences of that night. I returned to reality feeling stupid for standing in the small space that connects the rooms. I marched straight to the elevator and punched the call button, somewhat irritated at my dispersion. I responded to some emails, not

very important, on my cell phone, opened the messaging app and told Anabel that I was going down the street to get something to eat, but she would be present at the meeting. We organized a social and sustainable

project for the construction of leisure and recreation areas in some communities in Rio de Janeiro. Tiago.

Anabel and I were committed to keeping Construtora Magalhães linked to serious and consistent.

philanthropy. This meeting was the kickoff for something big, a drastic change in the direction the construction company was heading, and we were perfectly aligned with this transformation. Leon had retired.

a year or so ago, Anabel took on the role of vice-president and still held the role of head of the BIM controller.

department. After the blow suffered by her best friend, right after all the confusion two years ago, my sister.

became even more determined at work and in making things happen. Anabel blossomed completely, her

separation from Maria Eugênia and her relationship with Tiago was good for her growth, despite her always.

complaining about how much the clumsy blonde was missed. She returned to Brazil exactly three times.

during that time and I always found a way to travel for work on those occasions to avoid any contact. The night we spent together made my head snap out of my modus operandi. I never dated, but I always.

maintained a few affairs, casual encounters, escorts to events and friendships with benefts. I was happy that.

way, it worked well with my life. My focus, since I was very young, has always been to study, progress, honor.

what my parents had left and take care of my sister. I didn't have time to get involved with anyone and until I

was twenty-eight I was used to it and happy with it, until that damn night. Having Maria Eugênia so close, after.

what happened, awakened scenarios in my mind that seemed to work well. I was more than willing to take a chance on something completely new, with the craziest, most challenging woman I've ever met. I wanted. No.

I craved more. It was becoming an obsession to get another moment like that, but she didn't seem so willing

when I called her one night and asked her out. Baby, it was just that one time, remember? You told me that.

and I accepted it. I was angry at having my words thrown at me, but at that point I still didn't know how things.

would turn out after the terrifying night we'd had. Maria Eugênia was new, my sister's best friend, I didn't want.

to cause discomfort that would mess up their routine and their relationship. The spell turned against the sorcerer and when I decided to look for her to talk face to face, like two adults, she was gone. The Atlanta

program, which Anabel considered doing before taking on her position at the company, accepted the blonde

elopement's request and we didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye. She's gone. I stayed. And now I would.

have to deal with her return due to my sister's wedding, who was her best friend and maid of honor along with me. I had no idea how things would go, two years without exchanging a single word, I just hoped we wouldn't.

kill each other in the process. Chapter Two It would be a nine and a half hour fight, apart from the almost.

three hours I spent at Atlanta airport and the time it would take to collect all my luggage and fnd a car as quickly as possible to Laranjeiras. I was thrilled to have managed to rent an apartment in the same building.

where I lived with my best friend. Although she insisted that we return to our old arrangement in which we shared an apartment, things would be different now. She knew that she and Tito lived more together than.

apart, they were starting a life together, they needed privacy and a lot of patience to adapt to the new reality. I

never imagined that by encouraging my friend to give Tito love two years ago, a childhood story would come.

to light and, by chance, reunite two young people who shared their frst love. I wasn't the last of the romantics.

much less did I believe in love at frst sight, nor did I put faith in relationships, I wasn't raised to deceive myself.

with eternal love. My mother, Pilar Mendonça, for years considered the most referenced socialite in Mato.

Grosso, taught me that human relationships were a means to an end. And that ending had to end in a rainbow.

with a fat pot of gold at the end. That was one of the reasons why I packed my bags and left Brazil without.

looking back. There were no goodbyes, except Bel, my best friend and most incredible human being to ever come into my life. She taught me the meaning of true friendship and, above all, how meeting people without.

social or Financial interests was correct and good for the soul. Her wedding was scheduled for a month from now and I was a terrible bridesmaid, and best friend, who delayed my return as much as possible, scared of

being back in my old life. The crazy and reckless Magê had taken a break, things in Atlanta took on serious.

proportions, the people were closed and there wasn't much space for the Brazilian exchange student. I felt.

loneliness in its purest and most sublime intensity, I adopted the life that I criticized so much in Brazil and that Anabel practiced: studying until I passed out and lying on the couch watching something. At least I improved

my English. I shrugged when I heard the call for the fight

completed and I would need to think about what to do when I arrived in Rio. I couldn't live on the wind, I also.

didn't have large reserves of money, since what I earned was basically used for support me. My parents'.

fnancial support stopped when Dona Pilar discovered that I was more than seven thousand kilometers away.

and would not fulfll the agreement to return to Mato Grosso as soon as I graduated. Mom was very angry. It

was my turn to board, I held the ticket longer than I should have when I handed it to the fight attendant. She gave me a friendly smile, she thought my panic was about fying, little did she know the truth, poor thing. -

Have a safe trip, miss. - She finished pulling the note out of my hand and practically pushed me through the door. I took my seat, buckled my belt, took the phone out of my bag and put on a playlist. I would go to sleep,

since I didn't do that last night in Atlanta. All I had to do was close my eyelids and the memories hit me hard.

and my heart raced. -Do you feel that, Maria Eugênia? - I moaned loudly when her fngers rubbed a specifc spot inside me. My legs trembled, Benício put that hard mouth between my lips again and sucked the spot I

loved most on my body. The "G". - God... - I let out as I threw my head back, arching my back even more with my bare breasts for his delight. I was sitting in one of the armchairs, in the elegant set that made up the decoration, an almost virginal fower upholstery, which made our act even more libidinous. My legs were

supported on either side of the arms, completely open and exposed to whatever his eyes intended to do to me. When I kissed him in the ofce it was out of pure cheek, I didn't want to think it was wrong or that I

couldn't handle the load. I wanted to shut that pretty mouth, kill the desire that I kept hidden inside me and only came to the surface when he irritated me enough. - Go cum in my mouth, Maria Eugênia, like the naughty good girl I know you are. Why did he have to say these things? In some country this must be very.

wrong because it is so good. I moaned once again, his fngers increased the rhythm, the usual vortex that was created and weighed down my belly grew exponentially and I felt my legs and hips convulsing out of control.

- Benicio! It was the frst time that night that I screamed his name and I had no idea there would be more times. I jumped in fright when I noticed a girl occupy the seat next to me. She was also surprised by my outburst and ended up apologizing. The poor thing was not at all to blame. This was the effect of the memories that I constantly accessed and, I suspected, that was the reason I hadn't been able to have sex with.

anyone for two long years. I tried everything. Ofce colleagues, men at clubs, bars, even a bar attendant.

nothing could make me come to blows. When things got hot, the involvement took on another proportion and the clothes became smaller on the body and I found a way to get out. The frst six months were full of irritation and an insane desire for Benício's dick to literally fall off. The son of a bitch was having fun in Brazil,

having sex with those modeling projects he kept for his sporadic affairs and I couldn't bring myself to smile.

with relief. Over time I came to terms with it, bought a purple "friend" of considerable size and started

practicing self-love almost every day. I hated when my disturbed mind traveled to the memories I had with

him, or worse, when I created new fantasies, with me returning to Brazil, him waiting for me and taking me to

that cold ivory tower he kept in Leblon. - Holy shit! - I said it loud enough, the woman next to me looked at me strangely and I smiled openly. Nobody knew I was actually swearing. As soon as the sign to unbuckle the

seat belt fashed on the small panel, I tried to ft my panda pillow around my neck, released the restraint and curled up facing the window. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the entire day of fying that we would have to Brazil. Long, tedious hours for me to rewatch the adult flm of my life that wouldn't leave my mind, even if I

wanted to. I landed a wreck. It took almost two hours to get all my bags, four in total, luckily I didn't pay extra fees with everything I had bought in Atlanta, or I would have run the risk of reducing my reserves even further

to stay in Rio. I had paid the rent in advance, just as the landlord had requested. I just wanted to get to the

apartment and sleep. I wouldn't even eat. I was too tired. Luckily I hadn't informed anyone of my return. It was

another two hours until I arrived in Laranjeiras and unloaded my bags from the tiny app car that I requested.

The good mother's son didn't even bother to come down and help me. Luckily I saw Dorival standing near the

entrance, the same uniform, slight body, the cap barely ftting on that huge head he had, peering into the street. - Hey, Dorival! - I brought my hands to my mouth, making a funnel to enhance the sound. - Dona.

Magê! - He runs down the steps, almost trips on the last one and falls sprawling in front of me. - The clumsy

attitude hasn't changed, right, Dorival? - I laughed as I shook his hand and pulled him into a hug. It was so

nice to be able to hug and give two kisses in greeting without looking like a complete freak. Americans were

very cold. - Apparently, he's back for good? - Yes, Dorival. -But where are you going to live? With Miss Bel and her Tito? Kind of weird, right? - The man scratches his head imagining the possibilities. - Of course not.

Dorival. Take my bags to the frst foor. I rented the apartment at the end of the hallway. - The one about the lady who went to the asylum? - I don't know. My negotiation was with a man. - It must be her son. He sent his wife to a nursing home and I think he's renting the place to help pay for the nursing home. - As always, you're

up to date with the news, aren't you? - I put my hands on my hips, remembering how much my doorman was a gossip. - I just stay informed about things, Dona Magê. - And I'm seeing. Let's help me carry the bags.

inside. When I fnally step inside the building, which served as home for so many years for Anabel and me, I feel my eyes water as I realize I was home once again. Chapter Three The weekend was approaching and I

was beginning to regret having accepted my sister's