My Bilionaire

bit. Mainly because of my almost ex, who has his photo flashing on my screen every 20 minutes as if nothing had happened. How mad I am of that hot foreigner! To tell the truth, I know that Carolina doesn't understand much English, but everything she said has to do with betting. Coming from Brian's mouth, it makes it more than clear that he is up to his neck in this story. Now, Carol has gone out to talk to her ex, and I'm at home eating chocolate ice cream while hoping that this feeling will go away soon.

I'm trying to avoid it, but Brian will join the list of unfortunate people who made me suffer and will win the first one... Ding Dong. I get up immediately and, imagining I'm Carol, I let myself in by opening the door, but I was disappointed the moment I saw who was coming. I can't believe it's him. The craziest thing is that my broken heart discovered it before my eyes. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. He is white with black hair, light blue eyes, athletic build and a romantic personality that makes you want to put it in a jar. A kiss from this man takes me to the stars and when he takes me in his arms, I even forget my name. However, now I know that's not all he's made of. - Bárbara... As soon as I hear my name, every memory hits me. - Tell the truth, Brian - I demand in English. In fact, we only spoke in his language. With a few specific exceptions. - I know you know what I'm talking about. He hesitates and I immediately understand that Carolina was right. Why did he do it? - Go away from here! - I demand, pointing outside. - My love... - I won't hear any more lies from you, Brian! - I interrupt him, sending him away. - Get out of my house! - Bárbara, listen to me... - he tries again, but I don't let him. Never again will a man lie to me like that. - I don't want to listen to you. Get out of my life, Brian. He goes back to his homeland and forgets me. - Honey, listen to me... - I don't want to hear you - I reply, nervous. - You're going to lie again, aren't you? - I accuse. "I didn't lie to you," he declares. Immediately the fury blinds me. - Are you going to say that you and your friend didn't make the bet? -What bet are you talking about? Only now did I notice Samuel's presence. It was just what was missing. But you know what, maybe it would be good to throw some truths in this unfortunate person's face too. -Are you going to say that you didn't bet this one and your uncle that you would sleep with my friend? Samuel takes a nervous step back, but I don't believe a word of what I see. -What are you talking about, Barbara? I've never done that and I would never do something like that to any woman... - Lie! - I exclaim, outraged. How can men invent so much? - My friend heard your conversation. He's nothing more than a cheap conqueror who only used her. I explain everything I know, but then Samuel starts saying that it was Carolina's fault, and when my friend arrives with her ex, the tent is up. However, in the middle of their argument, I can only see how stupid I was to have fallen in love with a deceiver who only used me. After Carol leaves, he tries to convince me again, but it doesn't work. So I expel them both and speak the words that I will remember forever. "Forget I exist, Brian Smith. I won't give you the chance to play with my feelings like your friend did with my friend." So I slammed the door, allowing myself to cry about making the wrong choice once again. I let myself be carried away by love and again my heart was broken. The bags are ready. My passport with work visa and everything else necessary. Today I'm going to the most romantic city in the world, but I'm going alone. -Are there any more bags missing? - Sam asks me when carrying my third luggage. - No - I answer as I pick up my bag, taking a look at my house for the last time and remembering everything I've experienced here. Happy moments with my parents, birthdays I had, moments with Carol and even with some assholes who used me more than anything else. The most recent and still vivid in my head are the ones with Brian. It's been months since we've seen each other, and yet I still think about your lips on mine, your delicious smell, a unique mix of refined, clearly Sam's perfumes, and the aroma of the simple clothes you wear. - Babis? - Carol calls me, taking me out of my thoughts and then I hug her. - I'm going to miss you, my friend! - I declare, holding her in my arms, and the tears come. - We knew this day would come, remember? - she asks me, wiping her brown eyes and acting strong. - You will make your dream come true... I nod, excited. - Friend, you will win over those French people. Have no doubts. I hug her tightly and we both cry. We've been together since I joined Vision, and for years I've seen Carolina struggle to make her dreams come true; now she's done it, and as a bonus she's officially dating Samuel Wilson. How did the two brawlers get along? I'll tell you one day. - Are you crying? - Sam appears at the door, looking strange, and we both laugh as we leave. Finally, I pass the key into the door. [1] Samuel Wilson is a project of a man that many would drool over. He's blond, tall, strong, addicted to running in the park where he lives, blue eyes, and he looks a lot like that Norse god from the superhero movie, as Carolina herself says. - We were saying goodbye, Honey - she says, kissing him, and walks hand in hand with him to the Audi that will take me to the airport. I take a deep breath, smiling and looking forward to the next adventures to come. So, I say goodbye to my old home and hand over the keys to my best friend. -Only you can get me out of Paris, Carol! - I complain, talking to myself, sitting at the hottest wedding party Lapa has ever seen. Yes, those two lovers who were as opposite as oil and water got married. I confess, I always imagined that they would stay together and have several CEOs, in fact, I believe that this will happen. But I can't help but say how commendable it is to see how they understood each other after the enormous dispute they experienced. Anyone who sees

beautiful and exciting. It was quite painful for me to feel Brian's gaze on my body every second. Of course, I was also moved to see him again after all this time; It was too much to try to control my emotions when I saw him coming in as best man to the groom in a navy blue tuxedo, hair slicked back and a short beard. I wanted to take him aside and spoil him with hot kisses, but I had to restrain myself. I'm glad Carol didn't put me in with Brian, but it didn't help much, especially since he was right behind me.

Now I'm going to tell you a truth: there are times when my thuggish heart gets angry; he only wants those who are no good. I so wish there was a little key in it so I could easily get rid of these undesirable feelings. That way it would be much easier not to feel jealous or even furious to see him talking to other women who are drooling over him. Of course I would never get back together with Brian. I know he's such a liar, but I could enjoy him a little more without the risk of getting attached. Ugh! Who do I want to fool? I'm still in love with the foreigner and I have to find a way not to see him anymore. - Friend. It is good too? - Carol sits next to me. I nod my head in confirmation. - The wedding was beautiful and it can be seen on your face how happy you are. She smiles happily. She looks beautiful in her short dress, a little puffy, but it still contrasts beautifully with her dark skin and curly hair. A waiter comes by with champagne, we grab a glass and toast. Then, her face changes and she holds my hand. - Friend, I wasn't going to tell you, but I think it's better that you know. - What it was? I ask, worried. - It's been months since you and Brian broke up, so I think it's best to say everything at once. -What happened, Carol? She says it straight away. You're making me tense, woman - I complain. She twists her lip and focuses on my eyes. - Brian came after you in Paris. To be more specific, two days after you traveled. -But... he never looked for me... - I clarify, looking for him. - He's already gone - she says, understanding my movement. - He said goodbye to us a few minutes ago. I swallow hard, feeling disappointment and sadness once again assail me. It's been almost a year since we broke up, but it still hurts like it was yesterday that it all happened. - Friend ... - she begins, but this time I'm the one holding her hand. - Thanks for telling me, Carol. I think now my heart will understand that it's really over. Whatever Brian was looking for in Paris, he didn't find it for me. Shortly after, I return to the hotel and collect my things. Then, I return to the place where I should have left. My agency, in France. Three years later. - I loved your team - a Brazilian thanks me. - Knowing that the guides speak our language makes it a lot easier. I will recommend it to all my friends in São Paulo. - I really appreciate it - I respond, smiling and shaking her hand, but she pulls me into a hug, which is such a big custom in our Brazil. Then we say goodbye and I see her leave with her family. Nothing could get better. I'm realizing my dream of working in tourism in the City of Light. I can't say it was easy, but I gained space and now I have what I wanted most, which is a company that grows on the internet and through referrals from other clients. There are so many who call us to arrange accommodation packages that there are days when I need to keep some employees after hours. However, when I get home, I find myself dreaming of new horizons. I could expand to another city or country, right? Of course everyone tells me that it's not the time yet, but who knows I can start with a new agency in Marseille? I know it's on the other side of France, but mobility here is much easier and there is a highly profitable tourist attraction: the Basilica of Notre-Dame de la Garde. It would be perfect, I would just need a partner to jump in with me. I certainly wouldn't ask Carol for that help. She is already my partner at the agency, but I know there is no way to add more capital. Married, with two children, and managing two companies; impossible to ask us to enter the third. My best chance would be to meet someone in the industry. Better think about it later, the most important thing now is to solve customers' reservation problems. - Mademoiselle Bárbara? I'm very distracted, focused on the screen in front of me for a group of 50 people to come for a vow renewal at the Fontaine des Mers at the end of next month. - Speak, Simon - I respond to my manager and right-hand man, looking up from the screen. - We can go? - he asks and only then do I look at the clock and realize the time. - Good heavens! It's very late. So I fire them too, leave and close the agency. I go to my apartment, take a relaxing shower and fall into bed. It would be nice to find an old man from the boat to give me a break from the busy work routine that is my life. It's not a complaint, I love working in tourism, but I really wanted a hot guy in my life to pay my bills, make me cum behind closed doors and, on top of that, tell me he loves me. Would that be too much to ask? - I have to stop reading romance novels - I tell myself, rolling around in the blankets. Thinking about my relationships, none of them had the income to fulfill my desire. From the first to the most recent, it is proven that I have a poor taste. If I'm going to list, Agenor, who owned a neighborhood market, was the richest person I stayed with, but he was so... hurried in bed that it was disappointing. One of those who paid the bill in the restaurants and even by surprise was Francisco, however he gave him a brief headache. The man had a beer and became the most jealous man of all time. Carol was the first to tell me there was something wrong with him. As we were still starting out, it was easy to say it wasn't happening and dismiss him. The one that almost met all my specs was one of my biggest disappointments. The last one I had a relationship with when I was in Brazil: Brian Wilson. An American who is best friends with my friend's husband. He had almost everything, a good touch, hot kisses, good in bed, he said he was in love with me... All he needed was money and a big company to be the CEO of a book. How I gave myself to this man! It was all so fast and intense that I didn't see the lies in my face. That's why I always say when I think about this subject "Stay learning". Trim Trim I reach across the mattress and reach for

hours here - I remind her for the fifth time, I think. - Sorry, but I needed to tell you something. - Speak - I ask. I see her smile before she starts. - Remember that membership application with Arnon Miller? I immediately sit up, alert. - Of course. "Members around the world". My friend, the guy is a master in tourism, any businessman would like to found a company with him. Anywhere in the world. If Arnon says the place is good, people buy tours to see it. - Are you aware that the convocations have begun? Immediately, I sit down on the bed and pick up my notebook.

- What do you mean, Carol? She explains that Samuel went to a conference in São Paulo and that they commented on the expansion of Arnon Miller's foundation around the world, as well as saying that they would select a group of 30 people. The call had already started by selecting one name per day. - Friend, the names of those selected are mentioned on the foundation's Instagram. I see that they are already at number 28 and that there are only two names left to appear. - My name might not come out... - I think it will, yes. You are a great businesswoman and have a thriving business. I'm pretty sure your name comes out before closing. I laugh. - I really wanted to gain this partner and the capital that comes with it. I could make a wonderful expansion, but... - My voice trails off. - Babis, don't do that to yourself. - she scolds me - Dreaming is part of life. I know some things didn't work out, but that doesn't mean you should close yourself off from the world. Have you seen your income this year? They are getting better and better. - They are like this because I had your help - I remember. - I know friend. But the credit in France is yours. Never forget that. - She sighs. - Wants to know? Whether this guy Arnon calls you or not, I'm sure he'll be able to expand the agency next year. I smile into the phone. Only Carolina could be like that, determined and super competent in everything. Even in friendships. Afterwards, we changed the subject and started talking about her children, David and Rose, who are increasingly beautiful. The youngest is one year old and is so cute. David is almost three years old and thinks he's the man of the house. They have already come here and, whenever I can, I spoil them both with gifts, cuddles and kisses. At the end, we talk about the news and she always asks me about my relationships. Again I say that I'm not having anything serious with anyone, which is a fact, but to say that I didn't catch some French people during this period is a lie. So we end the call and I go back to bed trying to sleep. To tell the truth, I wanted to have a serious relationship, but who said I could? It's not that men have disappeared from my radar, but every time I'm in bed with one of them I remember Brian. That gringo who is as beautiful as he is a liar. I even wanted to give myself up, date for real, fall in love, get married and have children as cute as my friend's. But, unfortunately, I believe that this life is not for me. - Bonjour! I enter the agency greeting the employees and immediately realize that something strange is going on. I ask what it is and after insisting so much, my manager shows the phone number on Arnon Miller's institute page. Then, I see my photo, and even though I have knowledge of the French language, I can't understand what is written. I translate the page into Portuguese-Brazil and then I can read it. - Good heavens! - I exclaim, jumping with fright and joy. I don't think so, but it's really there "Bárbara SS Alves. Twenty-ninth selected for the Partners for the World project". - How long will it take us to arrive? - I ask the driver, leaning forward. - There was an accident on the road, but they should be opening up traffic now. I sigh, irritated, leaning against the bench. New York traffic sucks. The problem is that I'm on short notice for an important meeting. - Sir, they're starting to release... - I hope so. Thankfully, ten minutes later he stops in front of the office building and opens the door for me. I grab my business briefcase and stride inside. - Good morning, Mr. Smith. - The receptionist greets me as I head to the boardroom's private elevator. So, I stop on the top floor of the building, the door opens and two secretaries approach. The first takes my folder and the other gives me reports and documents for the meeting. - They're waiting for you in conference room one, Mr. Smith. I nod and head in the appropriate direction, reading the document presented to me. Today we are going to have a tense meeting, mainly due to the number of people involved, but nothing different from what I've done before. I open the door and find my cousin, Robert H. Price, talking to them. - Thank heavens you arrived - he declares when he sees me and introduces me. - Now it's up to you. I nod my head in confirmation, leaving the documents on the table and placing myself at the end of the table. - Good morning everyone - I greet the others present. - I'm Brian Hamilton Smith. Heir and CEO of Hamilton Empreendimentos Imobiliários. Are we going to close our negotiations on your land? Two hours; This is the time when I am trying to close the negotiation of land areas belonging to the Kings' heirs. The father had recently passed away and he knew straight away that they wanted to sell, the problem was the price. Each wanted a larger amount. Then the problem started. Mainly because I already had a firm estimate of how much I would pay, but the oldest of them, because of my delay, insisted that I should pay more for the negligence of making them wait, and I was already losing patience. - Madam and gentlemen - I say looking at my watch. - Due to the impasse, we at Hamilton are withdrawing the offer... - No, Mr. Smith - the woman interrupts me. - Can I talk to my brothers alone? I look at Robert and he nods. We both left, leaving them alone. - How long are you going to leave them there? - he asks me as he closes the door. - Take it from me, in less than five minutes... Knock Knock. - Mr. Smith. - The door opens and the woman who asked for the time appears. - Let's close the sale. So, we open some champagne and the girl, who I now find out is called Aurora King, starts flirting with me. Of course I'm not interested. I'm not one to mix business with pleasure, and the truth is that I'm closed to relationships indefinitely. So I give up and leave my partying cousin with the trio. Since he's married, I know he won't get too fond of the girl, which leaves me free to look at the company's new construction projects. I go to lunch and when I return, I find a red box on the table with a card on top. At first, I'm worried, but my secretary says it was the girl from this morning that she left. Then I open the box and see a pair of red lace panties filled with a sweet perfume. In the note, a message that, if it had been from someone else, would have touched me "I would love to just wear this piece with you". - More direct than that here is impossible - I comment to myself. Her bad luck is that I'm not like that. If it were my best friend, Samuel, before he was married, he would be having sex with her in the corner without thinking about the consequences. However, Miss King was wrong with her hand. One fact is that I have always been very selective. It's not just anyone I'm going to take to my bed. In fact, in my entire life, I have only had seven women, and each one left their mark on my path. But the only one who managed to capture me at first