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Maria Victoria Bocci
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MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
I looked towards the door as Heitor left. Maria Vitória had already gone ahead, her hurried steps revealing more than just urgency; it seemed like she was running away. Running from me, perhaps. Or from both of us.Luiza was still talking about the schedule changes when I subtly waved her off, trying to get back into the rhythm that the day demanded of me."Alright, Luiza. Send her in. We’re not changing the schedule just for anyone."My voice was firm, but inside, everything felt out of place. I tried to maintain the usual normalcy, even though it no longer made much sense.Heitor didn’t show up again that day. At least not in the morning. And although Maria Vitória didn't give any signs, the image of Mavi, the girl from before, kept coming back.What should I do? Should I talk to Heitor? Sit down and clear everything up? It seemed like the right thing to do. But... after that, what would happen to us? Was there space for honesty without everything falling apart?I got up from my cha
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Vitória Bocci
Eu ainda estava tentando me acostumar com a vida do meu pai: luxo, sim, mas também excesso de trabalho. Se eu quisesse vê-lo, tinha que ir ao hospital.Os dias com Ana Liz seriam perfeitos para qualquer garota de quinze anos, especialmente uma tão materialista quanto ela. Ela me levou ao cabeleireiro, renovei meu corte e, desta vez, escolhi uma franja arredondada logo acima dos olhos. Deu-me um olhar mais discreto, exatamente o que eu queria. Eu não queria chamar a atenção de ninguém. O que foi feito, foi feito.Mas quando saímos do salão para escolher roupas, eu não podia ignorar os olhares que estávamos recebendo."Viu? Esse corte de cabelo te deixou ainda mais gostosa. Você parece ter dezessete anos, Vihh." Ana Liz comentou, satisfeita.Eu não tinha tanta certeza. Esse não era o efeito que eu estava procurando. Tudo o que eu queria era paz, tranquilidade.Entramos em algumas lojas. Podia ter renovado todo o meu guarda-roupa, mas optei por algumas peças. Simples. Discreto.Os dias p
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
It was Saturday. I had no surgeries scheduled, nor any urgent work to do, but going to my office seemed like the perfect escape. I didn’t want to deal with Maria Clara’s demands, but I also didn’t want to hurt her by saying I still didn’t feel comfortable touching her. The memory of her in that bed, with another man, still hurt more than I wanted to admit.“Are you not coming?” I took a deep breath as I heard Heitor cross the door like a ghost, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of green shorts with a subtle print. “Alex, you’re my best friend. And besides some neighbors and the hospital staff, I have no one else to talk to.”I set aside the agenda, trying to ignore any monotony in my life. Heitor’s words seemed distant. I could barely keep up. I didn’t remember where I was supposed to be, or where to go. The days still felt the same.“If you tell me... where and when?”Heitor threw himself onto the couch, clearly frustrated.“What do you mean, ‘where,’ Alex? I invited you to Maria Vi
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
Cheguei ao meu quarto nervoso, suando e tremendo. Eu não esperava uma festa. A Ana Liz tinha mencionado a ideia, mas achei que ia demorar mais, que ainda ia dar tempo de mudar de ideias.Abri a porta, entrei rapidamente e mal me virei para fechá-la quando encontrei Alexandre, parado ali, preocupado. Não era o momento certo. Mas talvez tenha sido o único momento."Entre", eu disse, vendo-o hesitar por um segundo. Ainda assim, ele entrou.Ele estava vestindo uma camiseta azul clara, shorts pretos soltos feitos de tecido leve e chinelos. Era diferente de seu estilo habitual. Ele deu alguns passos, observando a sala, as decorações infantis, os detalhes que deixavam claro que esse espaço não era realmente meu."Não tenho nada a ver com isso", disse ele, ainda analisando os arredores. Sentei-me na cama, tentando organizar meus pensamentos, concentrando-me em inspirar e expirar lentamente."Expire... inspire, Mavi..." Eu sussurrei para mim mesmo, tentando me acalmar."Tentei avisar seu pai..
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
No, not her, we're not talking about her here. “ I was still staring at Mavi, fighting that damn possessiveness that was eating me up inside. I hated the way jealousy consumed me, the way desire insisted on taking hold, even when everything in me was screaming at me to back off. “You should buy her one of these.”Maria Vitória caminhou até o espelho. A luz refletia em sua pele; Aquele biquíni fio dental vermelho deixou pouco para a imaginação. Ela fixou o coque meio feito na cabeça e eu desviei o olhar. Eu me senti fraco, terrivelmente atraído pelo que eu nem deveria querer. Eu nunca perdi o controle, mas com ela... era diferente."É melhor você ir em frente, tio." A entonação irônica me atingiu com força.Peguei as roupas brancas do chão e joguei-as sobre o corpo dela. "Vá em frente. Afinal, é a sua festa." Ela pegou o short com aquele sorriso curto, cheio de algo que eu ainda não conseguia nomear, mas eu podia sentir. Não acabou. Eu poderia jurar.Ela pegou os shorts nas mãos e os c
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
"Look," Ana Liz told me and I didn't believe it. MC here? His tone was mocking as he approached us. I felt nervous, trying to control myself in the face of everything. "I didn't come for you, your... idiot. Clara replied without disguising her contempt for him. "Did you come for my daughter, then?" He looked around. "I don't remember you getting along with her." She questioned caressing her own chin, staring at her, I wanted to leave."I don't remember giving you the confidence to meddle in my life." she replied, coldly, but in that exchange of glances between them, there was something, I couldn't decipher it yet, they seemed to have fun with it somehow. "Pick a song, MC. It can be bolero, if you want. I even ask Alex to dance with you. Hector sneered. And I wanted to disappear. My mouth tasted like his daughter, damn, I had fucked his daughter a few minutes ago, and just thinking about it wanted more. That one seemed to me to be like a fruit, but forbidden in the middle of Eden.#
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I didn't want to be that, no.I wouldn't accept being a bitch in a married man's life, but that's what I was being.The tears came down in regret, I tried, but my body failed, miserably because I wanted it so much. I was surprised by all the sensations while Alexandre penetrated me, I could feel every line of his cock as I entered, my body longed for his, in every gesture, movement, in a malicious madness in which I knew it would have consequences. He left the room, and the tears that were of pleasure mingled with regret. After some time, I went downstairs seeing people walking around the house. I tried to stay there, present at the party, no matter how much every part of me screamed to run away. I didn't want to disappoint Liz, nor my father. They had spent time, energy, maybe even affection, to organize everything. And in a way, I felt indebted to them. My mind still wandered on both of us in the room, the fit of our bodies, the way their movements gave me pleasure, and how easily
Last Updated : 2025-05-07MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
I didn't notice when Maria Clara disappeared, the team of technicians was still talking about the full week we had, and the most crowded one that will come ahead, the need for a second cardiac surgeon is emerging.I still followed Mavi from afar, in that pool, Iago on his feet, talking non-stop, while she tried to maintain her posture, pretended to listen to her, I pretended to listen to people, the party becoming libertine. I saw when he went looking for him, but instead of going up the stairs, he went to the office, I followed after him, as if she were food, I passed through the door after a few attempts, seeing Mavi there restless. He went towards the drawer, and when he returned with a key bush in his hands, he was struggling against the lock. I found myself willing to do anything to defend Mavi, even if for a few moments, having her on my lap, accepting my kisses, the same ones that went down her neck, taking advantage of her acceptance, I pulled the thin part of the bikini, r
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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
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
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
