The angel from hell

DANNA DAVE

- Miss Dave, can we start throwing the rose petals? – I heard the copilot's voice in the earpiece that covered my ears.

- Yes. – I replied, anxiously.

Upon my confirmation, the other two crew members began to throw the natural petals that were organized in pure silk bags, causing a shower of red petals to fall on the house of Jax Gatti, my Fine Arts professor at the College of Fine Arts. Arts.

I smiled contentedly from the top of the helicopter as I noticed people coming out of their tiny, simple houses, completely impressed by the scene.

- Can we get closer? – I asked into the microphone, while my eyes reached the pilot in front, who briefly turned towards me.

- No, Miss Dave. Any closer than this is not safe.

- I need to see better the reaction of... The person inside the house. – I explained.

- There's no way, miss.

- Of course there is! – I contested – I pay twice as much as agreed. – I proposed.

- It's not safe! – The copilot looked at the pilot, interjecting into the conversation.

- I demand that they put me closer to the house. – I spoke clearly.

- We can't do this, Miss Dave.

I snorted, certain that they wouldn't come any closer, not for all the money in the world. I hated people in general ... But people who were ethical and had a sense of responsibility repulsed me. Those that are not "purchasable" then... They could be extinct from the world.

When the third bag was emptied and I looked at the red roof of petals as well as part of the yard and street where Jax lived, I thought I could have invested in more petals.

Finally, when I saw that I had put on a real show and caught the attention of everyone in the lower middle class neighborhood where the man lived, I was satisfied and ordered the pilot to take me back to base.

As I got into the limo, I called the dealership:

- Hello! It's Danna Dave.

- Oh, Mrs. Dave. Wait a second, I'm passing your call on to our manager.

- Be quick, please, as I don't have time to waste. – I rolled my eyes, bored.

As soon as the manager answered, he said:

- Miss Dave, we've already arranged everything.

- Almost two minutes for someone to bring the phone to you? – I was incredulous – Have you ever heard of an extension or hotline?

- Ah, yes... I'm sorry for wasting your precious time, Miss Dave, but we are arranging the line via extensions. Would you like my cell phone to facilitate our communication next time?

- Next time? – I laughed – Do you really think I'll do business with you next time? Two minutes of my time waiting for someone to take the phone... This is the most absurd thing I've ever seen in my life.

- I humbly apologize, miss. And I take this opportunity to ensure that the car has already been delivered to the requested address, with the large bow and card.

- Who received it?

- A woman.

- Did they hand deliver the card to her?

- Yes, as requested.

- Excellent!

- But we have a problem, Miss Dave...

- A problem? – I raised my eyebrow, furious – I don't work with problems.

- The woman told us to collect the car and bring it back. This was minutes after we delivered.

I laughed, thinking it was perfect. Then I asked:

- But they didn't accept returns, right?

- Of course not, Miss Dave. The car is paid for and we made it clear that if they didn't want it, they should get rid of it another way, as we did not accept returns.

- Excellent!

I ended the call and laid my head on the limousine's leather seat, finally getting some rest. Surprising my teacher had taken me a long time, especially when it came to getting fresh flowers, someone willing to shower petals in such an urbanized and busy place, as well as delivering the brand new car, causing a real noise in the place.

Still with her eyes closed, she smiled contentedly. If it wasn't to make a fuss, it wouldn't be me, Danna Dave.

I remembered what I had written on the gift card next to the car: " The perfect gift to say thank you for the perfect night."

There was no way his wife wouldn't believe that. No one would give up a car and make red rose petals rain from the sky if they hadn't slept with the perfect man, who gave them the most intense and lasting orgasm of their lives.

At least that's how I imagined it would be to cum with Jax... Feeling my body shudder in his arms while he still fucked me until I begged him to stop, because I couldn't handle so many orgasms in such a short time.

I called Moana's cell phone at night, but she didn't answer. On the home phone, they informed her that she had gone out with some "friends". What do you mean you went out with "friends"? Wasn't I her friend?

Since I didn't have class with Jax that night, I didn't go to college. I didn't care much about the boring classes I would miss, taught by professors with no vanity, ugly, ridiculous intellectuals and whose voices bored me.

Around eight o'clock at night I went down to the first floor and asked one of the maids:

- Where is my father?

- Mr. Dave isn't home, miss.

I laughed, mockingly:

- You think I don't know this? Do you happen to imagine that I'm blind?

- No, miss. Forgive me for the way I spoke... I didn't mean to offend you... He just... He hasn't arrived... Yet.

I took a deep breath, not willing to fire another employee that week. My day hadn't been bad enough for me to destroy the life of a poor thing who thought she was capable of working in my house. I would give him another chance, since I was a good person. But if he treated me like a mentally ill person again, since it was obvious that I knew my father wasn't home and if I had known, I wouldn't have bothered to ask, wasting my precious voice.

I went back to my room and picked up my cell phone, dialing him directly:

- Dad, where are you?

- Hi, Danna. I'm going to dinner with Nadine today.

- What do you mean you're going to have dinner with Nadine?

- Yes, that's right. I invited her to dinner just the two of us. Or are you going to say you wanted to have dinner with us? Know that I had to leave my own house to have dinner with my girlfriend because I can't stand the way I treat her anymore.

- I treat Nadine as she deserves to be treated: a gunslinger, widower.

- Are you at home?

- How do you know?

- I had your phone tracked.

- That's illegal. I'm not a minor. I can sue you for invasion of privacy.

He laughed:

- Well, do it. And the next time you call Nadine a gunslinger or a dowager, I'll have to take stricter action with you.

- I'm shaking with fear.

- And I'm tired of you!

- How can you say that about your own daughter? Which father gets tired of talking to his daughter? Any judge would win my case... I am being deeply psychologically affected by the way he treats me.

- Any judge would realize that you have serious psychological disorders that you refuse to treat. About not going to college... Do you want to fail again this semester?

- I don't give a fuck about this! – I ended the call and threw the phone away.

I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. I hated Nadine. She was trying to take my father away from me... and take my mother's place. Didn't that woman understand that she could never be part of our family? Celli Davi was irreplaceable.

I didn't mind having dinner that night. In my mind, I just wanted Nadine to choke on her food and die on the table, next to my father, so that he would carry the guilt of her death for the rest of his life. Then he would understand what was going on inside me and realize that I wasn't a teenager looking for attention... I was an adult woman who would never be forgiven. I knew that when I died I would go directly to hell and pay for all my sins, especially that of killing my own mother.

But I didn't want to think about it anymore. I had already martyred and mistreated myself for many years of my life. In fact, so many that I no longer had any tears to cry.

When I realized, my mind went away and sleep took over me. Then I found that tree, strange, with a thin, thin, light gray stem. Its leaf was green and tender and when I folded it, the feeling of breaking it in half was strange and at the same time satisfying. It had so many leaves... Narrow, but long, one by one clinging to the thin branches, which descended like waves to the ground, as if they wanted to make a hut so someone could live inside. The branches swayed in the cool wind... And as I moved away and saw it from another angle, the great tree seemed to cry...

I opened my eyes and sat up with a start. That tree in my dream again! Since my mother's death she used to populate my dreams from time to time. And I didn't understand what that meant, nor could I identify what kind of tree it was, since I described it on the internet and there were several species, but none of the ones I saw in my dream. Maybe I would never know what she meant... Or maybe she was just my mother who came to see me in my subconscious and caress me... Would the leaves be so green and perfect, her soft fingers that made me feel like a endless longing?

I pressed the control button and the blinds began to open, showing that the day was already dawning. I jumped out of bed, remembering that I had class with Jax that morning.

I went to my closet and chose several outfits that matched, unsure of what to wear. I ended up opting for a black DG dress, with a plunging neckline, accompanied by black tights and Jimy shoes. Choo . On top, a Dior blazer, with white details. I thought about going to the salon first and getting my hair done, but I looked at the clock and maybe there wasn't enough time. And since Jax's class was the first one, I couldn't be a minute late.

I noticed my straight black hair, just like my mother's. I still remembered that when we were in the sun, I said that her hair shone. And she always replied, proudly: "Your hair is like mine."

That year I was tired of the usual cut and opted for straight bangs to change my look. In the end, I really liked the result, although Moana insisted that the cut was outdated and out of fashion and didn't suit me at all.

I was beautiful and few things didn't suit me. Regarding fashion, I liked to cause something and not follow styles and trends, exactly to differentiate myself from others. As my eyes varied between brown and honey, I used and abused striking and colorful makeup and carried red lipstick.

When I cut the bangs, I also chose to remove some of the length of the strands, leaving them at shoulder height. I even read something in the social columns like "Danna Dave murdered her hair". Little did they know how much fun I had with the nasty comments, which made me really want to cut it off completely, giving it a more modern look and completely removing the length. I was still thinking about it. "Cause" was my middle name. The first was "Problem".

I arrived at college five minutes before class started. I sat next to Moana and as soon as Professor Jax Gatti arrived, his gaze went straight towards me.

I put the pen cap between my teeth, smiling provocatively. As he explained the material, he demonstrated confidence and his strong arms came and went to the whiteboard, fascinating me.

Unfortunately I couldn't pay attention in his class... Because I focused completely on his body and everything we could do together... In this case his dick and my pussy. And in other teachers' classes I couldn't focus either because my mind kept on Jax and the size of what he had between his legs, which rubbed against his pants as he moved around the front of the room, with his loud, clear voice, which made me it made you go to another world... The world of lust, pleasure, sex.

After class ended, everyone left the room. When Moana approached me, I said:

- Go out and lock the door from the outside. I don't want anyone in here except me and him.

- Okay – she shrugged – I just don't want any trouble, Danna.

- I'll get you out of any trouble you get into, don't worry. – Guaranteed, safely.

Moana left and little by little the room emptied. I took my notebook and went to Jax, putting it on his desk:

- I have doubts. – My voice was soft.

- I should have answered your question when I asked if "anyone had any questions". – He didn't look in my direction as he put his belongings inside his backpack.

I sighed and didn't give up. I loved the way he tried to push me away, sure that it was his biggest temptation. I put my hands on the table and slightly lowered my chest, sticking my ass back, letting my tight dress do the rest.

- You are paid to answer any questions I have... It doesn't matter the moment.

He looked at me and took a deep breath, placing his backpack on the chair:

- What's your question, Miss Dave? – He took a deep breath, showing irritability.

- What did you think of the gift? – Smile.

- I'm asking about your question about my class.

- And I'm asking about the gift I gave you... - I bit my lip, libidinously, approaching him, and he moved away.

- Miss Dave, I am married and have two children. I am in love with my wife and I love my children. And believe me, you won't be able to destroy my life... Neither personally nor professionally.

- Do you think she would give you a car? – I laughed – Do you know that the car I gave you is worth the equivalent of five years of your miserable work? I can give you the world, Jax.

- Don't call me Jax, because I didn't give you such intimacy. For you, as well as for any other student at this institution, I am "Mister Gatti".

- Jax! – I provoked – I'm not a student like any other... My father is one of the biggest financial contributors to this fucking college.

- And I have nothing to do with this.

- He pays your salary.

- The Faculty of Fine Arts pays my salary and not your father, Miss Dave. As for the car, I had it returned. And about the note, I tore it up and threw it away.

- But your wife already knows that we had a perfect night! – I laughed, mockingly.

- She believes in me. We have a solid relationship based on sincerity.

- Fuck your relationship with your stupid wife and the brats you had! – I shouted – I sent you a fucking shower of rose petals!

- You can throw money at me from a helicopter... I still won't have a relationship with you. – He was calm and emphatic.

- You'll still be mine, Jax. – I assured, furious.

- Don't act like an 18-year-old girl because you're not. Don't you realize you're a woman acting ridiculously like a spoiled teenager? I am not your object... And I am not willing to be part of your frustrated achievements and troubled relationships. I won't get involved with you, Danna... I don't like you, not as a student, not even as a person. – He turned his back and walked towards the door.

- Either stay with me... Or I will destroy you. – I heard myself saying, stamping my foot on the floor, angrily.

- Do what you want... I'm a married, happy and faithful man. – He didn't even look at my face when he said that.

I WANT EXCLUSIVITY

- And then? – Moana wanted to know – Mr. Gatti seemed very furious when he left.

- He can get furious... - he smiles - I like him even more like this... Skittish!

- Do you think he will really surrender? Mr. Gatti never even hinted that something might happen between you two.

- Jax will stay with me... If not for good, then for bad.

- Everyone here already knows that he's a hottie – she smiled – That hot ass in the tight jeans leaves everyone in an uproar! But the teacher isn't just hot... He teaches a good class. Why did you choose it?

- Wow, you talk as if the fact that I chose him was horrible! – I frowned.

- No! I didn't mean that! – she looked at me seriously – I just had doubts as to why it was "him" and not any other colleague our age, for example... And free.

- I like committed men! – I confessed, laughing.

- But this... means that I can never have a real relationship...

- I'm not bothered! – I shrugged – Relationships are just sex. Who is interested in having someone control your life or worry about you? Look... – I showed her my goose bumps – It gives me chills just thinking about getting emotionally involved with someone.

- If it's not love for Professor Jax... Why are you doing all this?

- Because I want to! And what I want, I have! He can't say no to me... In fact, no one can say no to me... I'm Danna Dave, did you forget? – I couldn't contain my laughter.

- Danna? – Lucas stopped in front of me – Party tonight at my house? – he invited - There will be good drinks... – he got close to my ear and whispered – And excellent quality herb and powder. And they also guaranteed their favorite candies!

- Maybe I'll show up there. – I bit his earlobe before he moved away.

Lucas tried to kiss me and I turned my face, letting his lips touch my cheek. He laughed:

- Will you "give it" to everyone but me?

- Did your mother never tell you that you're not everyone? – I teased, in a mocking tone.

- In this case, I want to be everyone! – He winked – There's a sauna near the pool at my house that's the perfect place for me to eat it!

I laughed and continued walking leaving him to talk to himself.

- I don't like Lucas. – Moana made a point of making it clear.

- He didn't invite you to the party, so don't worry.

Moana narrowed her eyes:

- Wow... What a bad mood!

- Bad mood? – I laughed, ironically – Maybe I really won't take you anywhere with me... Since yesterday you left without even inviting me.

- I... I didn't leave... – She said nervously.

- I called your house and they told me that you went out with your "friends"! I thought I was your only friend.

- I left... Yes... I had even forgotten. But it was nothing... Important.

- You can't have any other friends besides me.

- They... They're not that friendly.

- Why didn't you fucking invite me?

- I... I knew you had spent the day involved with Professor Jax's surprise... And I thought you wouldn't want to leave.

I sighed, trying to remain calm:

- Ok... It's good that you assume things and decide for others.

- I'm sorry, Danna.

- I am going to think! – I turned my back and left, pretending to really be upset.

But maybe I didn't need to "pretend" to her that I was upset. Because yes, I was very sad because she left and didn't invite me. And the worst, with other friends. Wasn't I her best friend? At least it should be, since I chose Moana as my only friend.

I didn't go to Lucas' house and leave the phone turned off. I didn't feel like going out, nor did I want to get high. In the month that marked the anniversary of my mother's death, I was usually a little depressed.

The next day the class with professor Jax Gatti was at night. And I decided to go to college just that shift. The rest of the day I spent in the pool, soaking up the sun.

As I lay relaxing on my floating mattress, eyes closed under my sunglasses, I heard my cell phone ring.

- Hello! – I didn't recognize the number.

- Miss Danna Dave?

- Yes, it's her! How do you have my number? Where is it from?

- I'm a saleswoman for Dior... Maritza , remember? You always shop with me!

- Do you really think I remember the name of every saleswoman I buy from?

- I... I imagine not, Miss Dave. But he left me his number last time and asked me to call him as soon as the new collection arrived.

- New collection? – I removed my sunglasses – I'm interested.

- We haven't even explained what we received yet. You'll be able to see everything first hand!

- Close the store for me.

- To close?

- Yes... Close the store. I want exclusivity. Either I buy everything I want first or I wouldn't go to your store.

- Of course I'll talk to the owner... And we'll close it for you.

- Perfect! I'll be there tomorrow at 4pm.

I immediately called Moana to come with me shopping. And so that she couldn't avoid me, I directed the call to her house.

- Hello? – I heard the voice on the other end of the line.

- Danna Dave. I want to talk to Moana!

- Miss Dave? – the woman changed her tone of voice, becoming more serious and treating me politely.

- " Say I'm not here !" – Yes, that's what I heard in the background, coming from my own friend, Moana.

I ended the call, without waiting, because I understood that Moana didn't want to talk to me and then she would certainly deny it, trying to make me believe that I didn't hear that.

For me, it would be horrible to have to end my relationship with my only friend. But perhaps it was necessary. Moana didn't know who she was dealing with!

That night when I arrived at class, wearing a provocative dress and nothing underneath, I pretended that everything was fine about Moana. I needed time to think about what to do. And when I had classes with Jax, I couldn't concentrate on almost anything other than him and his beautiful dark, big eyes like two freshly picked jabuticabas. His short cut hair with dark, straight strands, always well combed, gave the impression that he had always just come out of the shower.

After Jax gave his engaging speech, which had me inhaling oxygen and exhaling hearts, he said:

- Today we will go to the art laboratory and you will make a plaster sculpture with the following theme: "Man and his physical changes through the centuries". I want a lot of creativity... Free your minds... And produce something unique.

I raised my finger and he pretended not to see me for a while as he continued to speak. Until I started swinging my arm from side to side, and Professor Jax was forced to address me:

- Miss Dave... Any questions?

- I believe that my mind and creativity can go much further, Mr. Gatti... My question is: can I make a penis in my sculpture?