LOGINI fall silent for a moment, processing her words; I run my hands over my tear-stained eyes and press my lips together.‘He asked me to have dinner with him, supposedly to explain something to me,’ I murmur, my expression softening slightly.‘And who is Marcos?’‘What… were you listening behind the door?’ I ask suddenly, trying to defuse the tension of the moment.“Well… wolf ears,” he explains, pointing to his ears.“Marcos was my boyfriend, the son of his company’s director. He was the perfect boy from a good family, hard-working and kind-hearted… he was a bloody idiot, a real nuisance,” I recall, bitterly remembering his unpleasant kisses, ignoring his failed attempts to even give me an orgasm.“Then don’t worry about a thing, go to the dinner and find out more about your past.”I obey and feel calmer, barely breathing between the sobs that haven’t yet completely subsided.“Fancy finishing what we started?” Sam asks, touching my lips with his thumb, slowly running it down to my lowe
Monica is half-asleep; it seems they’ve drugged her. Sam carries her in his arms; she glares at us all with great indignation, and we leave.“Sam… Sam… how are we going to tell Monica what happened?” I whisper, sitting in the front of the car, whilst Monica lies in the back seat, still babbling, her eyes blindfolded.“Shh... I’ve got it all planned out, don’t worry.”Sam stops the car in front of Monica’s house; we drape her arms over our shoulders and carry her into her house as if it were the most natural thing in the world, so that the prying eyes of the neighbours won’t suspect a thing.Luckily, the door is still open; we settle her on her sofa and remove the blindfold.“Monica... Monica, wake up,” announces Sam, taking Monica by the chin in a loud, booming voice.“What?” she asks sleepily, reacting.“Oh, Sam!” she adds slowly, sitting up with some effort.I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms; in her supposed trance, Monica moans for Sam as if she were in a different situation.Sa
I feel his breath on my face, his ragged breathing caressing my soul.“Sam… I… I love you so much…” I whisper, barely closing my drowsy eyes, as warm fingers brush through my hair.Just a few hours away from falling asleep, Sam’s unbearable alarm rips me from bed.“Time to wake up. Finally. We’re going to Black. We have to get inside, Estela, so I’m sorry, but you’ll have to pretend to be an intern. I already made some calls, there won’t be any problems…”“What?” I ask, my brain still reprogramming itself for the day after only a few hours of sleep.I get up, rubbing my eyes, and a cold shower revives me.I get ready as best I can, and we leave.On the way, Sam gives me an extra-strong coffee and rambles a bit.“Find Drake, try to get information from him. Logan is very dangerous; Mónica is at risk,” he insists, making me even more anxious. I have to sneak into a university undercover.When Sam parks, the student atmosphere brings a wave of nostalgia: kids on campus, music in the dist
He bids me farewell with a light brush of his lips, and I’m left alone.I run my hands over my arms, trying to chase away the raw cold of midnight. It’s like a ghost hospital; the hallway remains deserted, not a soul in sight.Once again, I hear those uneven footsteps, making my heart clench.From the edge of the hallway, a young man approaches. He’s tall and solidly built, wearing a nurse intern coat. His messy brown hair falls over his forehead, and he carries something in his hands.“Good evening!” he greets clumsily, taking a few seconds to follow my body with his gaze before reacting.His eyes are cold, calculating, fading behind intense black irises like the night itself.“I’m Drake… I have to… check on the patient,” he says, clearing his throat while glancing at his medical clipboard.His tone feels slightly staged, as if he’s performing a role in a movie, but I attribute his awkwardness to obvious inexperience, so I nod.The boy gives me a slightly mischievous look again. I bl
I turn around, embarrassed, hoping my words would just disappear from my lips.“I’ll serve it,” I offer immediately, my doubts thankfully too weak to raise suspicion.I stumble almost blindly toward the kitchen, dizziness making the room spin around me.I pull out a ham, blurry in the low light, tear off the plastic clumsily, and cut it into tiny squares. I find a strange little dressing in a small bottle with a label I can’t make out. I shrug and practically pour it all over the ham.“Here you go,” I announce, holding the tray, the delicious aroma spreading through the living room.I take two, three, maybe four little pieces of ham and pop them into my mouth as we continue drinking.Suddenly, I feel a disgusting nausea crawling from my mouth down to my stomach.It smells like fish—I hate fish—but everything is so confusing I can’t distinguish the smells from the flavors at this hour.When the clock strikes eleven, the familiar heat that had been crawling through my stomach now spread
“You know that even though he’s my brother, he’s always after you,” he looks me in the eyes, lost in them, his voice soft and velvety.“I… I know, Sam…” I respond nervously, pale, immersed in his full lips and his skin scented with Chanel No. 5.I return to the living room, very still, thinking about how his hard member brushed against my stomach while warning me about Mark.Sam follows behind me, and I feel his gaze wrapping around my back, almost able to smell his breath in and out.“They’re back, great!… Let’s play something,” Mark invites us, sitting cross-legged on the floor, back against the chair, pulling something out of his bag.Goosebumps rise on my skin at his invitation, reminding me of my first day here, in this apartment.“What do you want to play, Mark?… It’s almost midnight…” Sam growls, arms crossed.“There’s still time, it’s 9 o’clock. Besides, what else are we going to do?” he explains, checking his wristwatch while arranging pieces on a cardboard board.Sam lowers
I storm out of Sam's room like lightning. He stays behind, lazily sprawled across the bed, while I get ready for the trip. A million doubts settle in my mind like unwelcome tenants, but I shove them aside as far as I can."So everything is perfect, right? I'm going on a trip with my boss-who I just
"Why do you even care if I'm a virgin? You've slept with thousands of women... why does it matter to you?" I shout, walking quickly toward my suitcase.Sam says nothing. He's silent-just watching me, following my every move with his eyes."Are you going to stand there like an idiot?""No... I didn'
The arrival at the city's main hospital is quick and unsettling. Sam keeps his lips sealed and doesn't say a single word. He walks ahead of me through endless hallways crowded with nurses, sick patients, and an overwhelming stench of anesthesia.From a snow-white door, Natali appears. Her hair is a
My heart races as I wait for her answer. My hands are sweating, and the impatience makes me nauseous."He doesn't exist, Sam," Natali blurts out, just like that."I'm not pregnant. I'm really sorry I lied," she adds through sobs."I know, Natali. I was always careful, remember?" Sam says, his voice







