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Alexandre Xavier
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I decided to stop postponing that moment. The man above me, thrusting firmly, was handsome—though no longer young—his graying, tousled hair, his eyes locked on mine, until his hands grabbed mine and pinned them above my head. I swore I wasn’t going to like that.I frowned, swallowing hard, and when he went deeper... He leaned down and kissed me on the lips until he groaned against them.“Ohhh,” he moaned in his hoarse voice, kissing my sweaty shoulder before collapsing to the side.As I was still trying to process what had just happened, I realized I had given him my first time.I watched him lying next to me, removing the condom and tossing it to the floor before falling asleep beside me. I took a shower to calm myself down, got dressed, went to Isis's bungalow to grab my things—ignoring Thiago, who sat there smoking—and returned to my own bungalow.I looked at the man passed out on the bed, still wearing his shirt and pants. His calm face gave no hint of what he had done. His life s
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There was a different body beside me, and at that moment, there was no strangeness at all. We lay there, each in our own thoughts, after discarding the condom. With the effort, the alcohol, and the sleepless night, I simply fell asleep.Maybe I understood Maria Clara now. I needed to be with another woman to understand her. I wasn’t the same anymore, and the desire for sex seemed to have diminished over time. I woke up with an intense headache. I got up, noticing—perhaps grateful—that the bed was empty, the memories of our last moments together in bed bringing sharp pangs of pain.I swallowed hard, sitting on the bed. The condom was still on the floor, filled with semen, and there was no trace of her anywhere in the room. "Mavi?" I called, feeling uneasy, but I didn’t find her in the bathroom either. I would tell her it had been a mistake, that it shouldn’t have happened, but looking at the bed where we had made love, it seemed more than enough to caution me about this. I hadn’t even
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
Sobrevivi uma semana a trabalhar no snack-bar Sabor é Mais, mas a ideia de conhecer o meu pai ainda me permanecia na cabeça. Era um pensamento insistente, uma sombra que me seguia durante os momentos de silêncio.Depois de um turno surpreendentemente calmo, saí do shopping, aliviado por finalmente poder voltar para casa. O pequeno apartamento ainda estava vazio, com poucos móveis. A ideia de mobiliá-lo gradualmente parecia mais um plano distante do que uma realidade tangível. Com um salário mínimo e a mesada que meu pai depositava, gastar tudo de uma vez seria uma loucura. Era melhor deixá-lo na poupança. A formatura estava se aproximando e eu precisava estar preparado para qualquer imprevisto.Minha vida mudou muito rapidamente. Eu cresci com algum conforto ao lado de minha mãe, mas agora estava aprendendo a viver de maneira diferente. Eu ainda estava me acostumando a depender do ônibus, algo que nunca tive que fazer quando morava com ela. O carro, afinal, era dela.Já era noite quan
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Os dias longe do escritório me trouxeram um acúmulo absurdo de trabalho. Horas intermináveis. Pilhas de notas. Pacientes agendados sem tempo para respirar.E, no entanto, Heitor conseguiu aparecer para me atormentar."Maria Vitória é igual à mãe." ele começou, andando de um lado para o outro no meu escritório. Sempre inquieto quando está nervoso. "Você acredita que ela está morando sozinha? Trabalhando em um restaurante de fast-food, Alex?"Suspirei, deixando meus materiais de lado."Hmm... Isso não seria uma coisa boa? " perguntei, pegando meu caderno para continuar fazendo anotações."Claro que não! Como você pôde deixá-la trabalhar em um restaurante de fast-food, Alex? Laura é louca? " Ele bufou, passando a mão pelos cabelos, os olhos brilhando de indignação. " Laura teve a audácia de me dizer que preciso trazer Mavi aqui para a cidade. E quando perguntei o que ela estava estudando, aquela mulher mentiu, dizendo que está estudando medicina! Como um adolescente poderia estudar medi
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
Esperei que ela me ligasse.Os dias se passaram. Semanas e nada. Eu decidi ligar. Eu tive que falar com ela, esclarecer as coisas. Quando vi o nome "Mãe" na tela, disquei.A cada toque do telefone, meu coração disparava, ansioso para ver o nome "Mãe" no visor. Mas toda vez que tocava, o atraso me consumia por dentro. Eu precisava ouvir a voz dela, contar o meu lado da história.Finalmente, ela respondeu.Respirei fundo, tentando ignorar o tremor na minha voz."Mãe?"A resposta veio afiada, cheia de impaciência e, pior, desdém."Mavi, pelo amor de Deus, me deixe em paz."Minha respiração vacilou. Franzi a testa, como se tivesse ouvido mal."O quê?"" Você me ouviu. Aparar. Pare de inventar coisas, pare de assediar Marcelo. Ele já me contou tudo.O sangue congelou em minhas veias." Ele te disse? Disse que ele está vindo atrás de mim? Que ele está aparecendo no meu trabalho?""Você está imaginando coisas."" Eu não sou! Eu tenho provas!"O silêncio do outro lado foi breve, mas cortante.
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I looked around once more. Everyone seemed to be finding their relatives, their friends. Everyone, except that man.He was still on the phone, his expression clouded with confusion. Then, our eyes met. My stomach twisted.“Ah... I think I saw your aunt. Where are you, my love?”I kept staring at him.That couldn’t be.Two Maria Vitórias at the same bus station? Two people waiting for them? It felt like a joke.“Aunt? What aunt?” I frowned. “Aunt Lena didn’t come. Tell me where you are.”The confusion on his face deepened.The girl beside him froze. She swallowed hard, as if something had gotten stuck in her throat.“Is it her aunt, love? Where’s your daughter?”Daughter?I let out a weak smile.He knew nothing about me.The driver unloaded my luggage and placed it beside me.“Thank you very much, sir.”I glanced at the man again. Too young to be my father. And the girl next to him... “love,” “daughter.” She couldn’t be my sister.I started walking toward them, but he remained still.N
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
"Xande, we can't go on like this. When are you going to decide to come back home?"I stopped as I entered my office. Maria Clara was still wandering around, clearly restless."Maybe I won't come back, Maria Clara. Don't pressure me about this. It's better if we decide to separate."She spun on her thin brown heels, her eyes blazing with indignation."No! Not separation, Alexandre! What will people think? You can't end our marriage over one mistake!"I raised my eyebrows and set the gifts down on the gray sofa."A mistake? Cheating isn't a mistake, Maria Clara. At least I believe we can still be friends. But I won't lie to you… The feelings aren't the same."I opened the curtains, letting the light flood the room. I heard the deep sigh she let out."Just one more chance, Xande. We've been together for so long... I know you like you're a part of my soul, and you know me too."She wasn't wrong."We’ll try. If we feel there’s nothing left, we’ll separate."It wasn’t a crazy idea. After so
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I walked through the hospital while Ana Liz was still on the phone with my father’s mother. I didn’t want to stand next to her, much less hear her narrating things about me.At some point, I knew I’d have to meet my paternal grandmother. She seemed kind—at least over the phone. My maternal grandmother had been good to me too, even though she passed away early.I wandered off, distracted, not really paying attention to where I was going. I was starving.That’s when my body collided with someone.I turned quickly, my heart racing.The man in front of me was wearing a blue lab coat.I swallowed hard.I knew him.All too well.My mind flooded with memories I wished I could pretend were meaningless. His eyes, his breath, the way he moved over me. His hand gently caressing my face, his fingers holding mine above my head, his mouth exploring my neck, my breasts… Minutes that should have faded away, yet burned vividly inside me.I froze.The blue coat told me he was a doctor—but I didn’t need
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The digital clock on the meeting room wall read 8:07 AM when Maria Vitória pushed the door open, a folder of reports under one arm and a coffee cup in the other. Her hair tied in a practical bun, a white coat over a navy blue dress. The room was full — nurses, managers, two representatives from the newly opened public wing."Good morning, everyone," she smiled, sitting at the head of the table. "Let’s try to wrap things up before nine. I have to drop off Alana at school by ten."Everyone smiled. Dr. Xavier was known for being firm, objective, and... absolutely passionate about her children. But her husband? Everyone knew she would drop everything, without hesitation, if he called her suddenly.As she reviewed patient care charts and expansion plans for the public wing, her phone vibrated discreetly on the table. A picture appeared: Alexandre, with messy hair, jacket thrown over his shoulder, and a half-smirk, standing in front of the university.His message:"The class today was a dis
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
"Of course it is! And if it isn't..." I slid my hand between us, inside the robe. The gesture undid the knot with an almost symbolic ease — reckless, different, strange. "I want everything. For you to be my wife, for us to have children, grandchildren... pets, whatever you want. I want to d..."Mavi put her finger to my lips, firmly."Don't you dare say that. I accept being your wife. I'm already your wife. I want to be the mother of your children, your grandchildren... but never talk about dying, Alexandre. Never."I nodded, silent, and led her to the backseat. She lay there, looking at me as if the world were just the two of us."I accept being yours... anywhere," she whispered.I looked at her body, magnificent, natural, in a way that was only hers."You are incredibly perfect... and you can be the mother of my children."She pulled me by the collar of my shirt, urgently."Fuck me first, praise me later," she said quickly, hungrily.I laughed, moving closer to her mouth."You look
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
After Maria Clara’s arrest, things finally began to settle down. She was transferred to a prison almost immediately. No one explained why, but Dr. Caroline told me—her expression more serious than usual—that Maria Clara had been classified as extremely dangerous, even to other inmates.I was trying to get back to my life: studies, internship. My mother returned to her work. Aunt Lena came to spend the weekend with us, but I knew it wasn’t just a visit. At night, she disappeared, as always. And this time, I didn’t follow.My father was surprisingly focused during those days. He shared the hospital’s management with Alexandre, and they even hired a temporary surgeon to cover some shifts. He seemed determined to keep everything running, as if trying to prove something—maybe to himself.That night, I stepped outside and found them there: my father and Alexandre, sitting under the amber light, drinking whiskey and discussing hospital expenses.I approached slowly. I knew that, between them
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
As much as I was worried about Maria Vitória, even knowing she was represented by highly competent lawyers, there was a deeper unease gnawing at me.Maria Clara was still out there.There were checkpoints on the roads. Increased surveillance at the bus station.All access points were being monitored.But nothing. No trace of her.When I was informed that Maria Vitória had claimed self-defense, the case flipped completely.The eyes of Justice shifted.So did public attention.She was no longer seen as a reckless criminal—but as someone who had survived.From that moment on, I stopped worrying about her, at least from a legal standpoint.Caroline had prepared her masterfully. Even more so with the investigation now open against Marcelo for the brutal attack on Laura.He was officially a fugitive. A dangerous man.And Maria Vitória… a victim.But my own torment had not ended.When we reviewed the building’s security footage, I felt my blood run cold.Maria Clara was clearly seen entering
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My heartbeat was erratic.Marcelo and I pulled the trigger almost at the same time — his finger pressing down on mine, trying to force me to shoot.But the bullet… it wasn’t meant for me.When his body trembled beneath mine, a lump rose in my throat.His hand weakened over mine.“Maria Vitória… Maria…” I heard Alexandre behind me, voice choked, arms trying to pull me away.But it was too late. Far too late.I pulled the trigger again.Once. Twice. Three. Four times.On the fifth, the gun jammed.It wouldn’t fire anymore.Still, I stayed there. Shaking.I didn’t want to see my mother afraid anymore. Always scared.I didn’t want to change cities again.I didn’t want to live in fear.“Maria Vitória?” his voice echoed in my ear.The sound of the door opening hit me like a distant wave. But I didn’t turn around.I was frozen. In shock.Silently confessing everything I had done.“Give me that!” Alexandre tried to pull the gun from my hand.“No!” I shouted, gripping it fiercely.“I won’t let
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
It had been a wonderful night. We didn’t make love like we did the other times—this time there was no rush, no urgency—because we knew it wasn’t the last time anymore. We intertwined our bodies in a slow, delicious act with no set end.I fell asleep with Maria Vitória in my arms as she talked about the harsh cuts her new advisor had made to her thesis. I told her she should publish the research after her defense—with my review.Seeing her eyes shine in the darkness of the room gave me a certainty: we were starting over. I didn’t know how long it would last, but I wanted it to be good while it did.She left early. She had an internship. And even though it was hard to let her leave the bed, she was... admirably responsible as she reached the door.The morning light crept shyly through the curtains. The sun hadn’t warmed enough to take the chill from my chest. I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, phone in hand.Mavi’s message still glowed on the screen:“He called me. Said he’s going
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I spent another night at Alexandre’s apartment. Maybe my mother had gotten used to the idea. I arrived in the morning, and she was still asleep in her room. I entered quietly, changed my clothes, and packed my bag.My phone started ringing.When I saw the name on the screen, I hesitated.It was my father.The day before, he had only sent a brief message:"Tell Alexandre to answer me. It’s urgent."Nothing more.It was as if he knew I was with Alexandre — though I wasn’t. Not yet.I stared at the screen for a few seconds before I answered. But I didn’t say anything."Maria? Are you listening?" he asked from the other end.I didn’t know how to respond. Maybe I had been too harsh in our last conversation."I’m here," I replied, seriously."I’m stepping away. Tell Alexandre to go back to the hospital. I can’t continue leading anymore. I took out a loan, there’s money in the account. He should take over the management. Do whatever you want with that mess..."His voice was firm, but hollow.
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
Maria Vitória didn’t return to my apartment.It was getting dark when Heitor's car left the building. I waited for her, but I didn’t want to suffocate her. That outcome was between two people: father and daughter.On Monday, it was strange not following my routine. After the gym, I stayed home, bored. No reading flowed. No thoughts made sense. And she... didn’t show up either.On Tuesday, nothing changed.On Wednesday, Heitor called me several times. I ignored all of them. Later, I saw Maria Vitória arriving with her mother. She still seemed shaken. When she lifted her eyes toward my window, I hesitated: was she avoiding me or did she want to talk?Had she decided to distance herself from me?It seemed like it.I started evaluating job offers I had been receiving... but none of them made sense. None had her in them.It was night when the doorbell rang.I looked through the peephole. Seeing her there, I opened the door in a hurry. My heart raced as if I were a nervous kid, about to be
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Vitória Bocci
I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that without Alexandre at the hospital, everything would soon collapse.“What are you planning to do? You can’t just…” I tried to say, but he shook his head, still shirtless, wearing only shorts, and turned his back to me, heading toward the kitchen.“I’ve turned down countless job offers. I never left the hospital out of respect for your father. Besides, I can afford to stay away for a while. Years dealing with blood, saving the lives of strangers… Deep down, maybe Maria Clara is right: I don’t have a life beyond an operating room.”Just hearing her name made the discomfort return. I wished he wouldn’t refer to his ex-wife, but I’d never have the courage to say that.“I understand. I won’t take up any more of your time. Either way, this conversation has to happen,” I said, watching as he placed the empty glass on the white island counter.“Hey, wait…” he rushed toward me, grabbing me by the waist. I looked into his eyes, trying to read his reason
