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Maria Victoria Bocci
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MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
After having her again, after everything we said we wouldn't do, I just wanted to silence the voice in my head that kept repeating a name that shouldn't have been there: Hector.I sat on the mattress, still naked, gathering up my clothes. My body muscles were tired but satisfied. I could hear the soft sounds of her moving around in the bathroom. I dressed slowly, feeling pain in random parts of my body, reflections of the confusion of the previous night. The water stopped, and a few minutes later she appeared through the door. I turned around, leaving behind the view of other buildings through the window. For a second, I lost my breath.The loose white jean shorts, almost falling off her hips. A black Harry Potter t-shirt, which looked even darker against her damp skin. Her hair tied up on top of her head, with a few unruly strands falling down her neck. White flip-flops on her feet, as if nothing about her screamed danger, and everything about her did.She saw me watching her, my eye
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
Through tears, wrapped in Alexandre’s embrace, I fell asleep. I wasn’t used to stimulation—let alone such intense emotions coursing through me. I couldn’t even say exactly when I broke down.I brushed the loose strands from my face and looked around. It was already night. The empty bed filled me with sudden fear. Had he left? Abandoned me?I sat up, staring into the emptiness of that luxurious room. But the sound of typing brought immediate relief. My eyes found him, sitting in the armchair, still focused on his work. Alexandre was typing without pause.I watched him silently. So calm. So confident. There was a quiet strength in the way he existed. Guilt washed over me.His life was too perfect—or at least it seemed to be. It must have taken years to build. How much had he had to suppress? How many desires, emotions, detours had he swallowed in silence just to get where he is?I couldn’t just come in and mess everything up. My life was already chaos—but his...His shirt was unbuttoned
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
I didn’t even know what was happening to me. While Maria Vitória slept in my arms, I realized there was more than desire between us—there was an invisible and dangerous bond. But I knew: by morning, all of it would have to end.She had fallen asleep resting on my chest, her face peaceful, and for a moment, I almost allowed myself to forget the world. But then the phone vibrated somewhere in the room. The silence was so deep that any noise sounded like a scream.I ignored the first calls. The next ones, insistent, sliced through the air and the little peace that remained. I got up slowly and found the phone on the table. I hesitated before touching the screen—if it was Heitor, it would bring a string of questions; any other name would be just a detail.But the name that appeared in blue was no detail. It was Marcelo.Besides the calls, the messages started to arrive:"You’re mine.""Come home now, or you’ll regret it.""Are you gonna make me go around looking for you like a damn dog? P
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I left that hotel room intrigued. I expected Alexandre to put an end to our meetings, but that ending… was more than a goodbye. It was a dry, deep cut, left in the air like an exposed wound. I didn't know if he felt involved enough to demand action from me, or if that was just his way of escaping — with the mask of reason covering the desire that still burned within us.I arrived at my building without surprises. Marcelo's silver car was on the other side of the street. Parked as always. But he was nowhere to be seen. And, curiously, that didn't scare me. It was just another repeated chapter of the same nightmare.I got off the bus and walked slowly to the reception. But before I could go in, he appeared out of nowhere, like a shadow that knows where to cut."Well, finally!" Marcelo came towards me, his voice loud, slurred by the drink. His blue dress shirt was open, his chest sweaty, his hair disheveled. "You decided to show up, the daisy!"The smell of alcohol was unbearable. Sicken
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
It was another one of those nights where silence spoke more than any pretty phrase. The kind of night where the city seems to still be alive on the outside, but everything inside drags on like a body without a soul. Heitor was slumped in the chair on the porch like a man on the verge of collapse. A little tie hanging from his pants pocket, a gray shirt half-wrinkled, and he looked like he hadn't slept well in weeks.I poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to him. His eyes were sunken, distant. That expression of someone carrying something between their teeth and not knowing whether to spit or swallow."Did Ana Liz travel?" I asked, just to break the weight in the air.He nodded slowly, without even looking at me."To the countryside. He said he needed air. I just let him. I didn't even argue."His voice came out dry, without the slightest defense. I almost felt sorry for him. As if I didn't know all the dirt he had behind his back."Are you in that phase?" I commented, as if I
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
Within just a few weeks of classes, a long holiday weekend was spreading through the city. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to visit my father. Meanwhile, Ana Liz kept sending me messages saying she missed me. As for me, I just wanted to escape the tension that had marked the beginning of the school term.I got stuck with a demanding supervisor, I thought, remembering the woman who seemed to take pleasure in competing with the interns. On top of that, I had been assigned to an internship in the “Complexo do Alemão,” a violent community no one wanted to face.I decided four days would be enough time to get away from everything. I packed my bags in a hurry, without giving Ana Liz any notice. I wanted to surprise her, but at the same time, I felt welcomed and loved. There was an insatiable desire within me to know more about him — even though I couldn’t ask directly, not my father, not my stepmother, even if I barely saw him.I got on the bus, thoughts swirling, trying to hide the unc
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
I became the perfect friend Heitor seemed to want—nights at bars, parties, women, unfamiliar company. But deep down, I knew exactly what I was searching for—recovering lost years, repressed desires, the kind of omission disguised as rationality. And that Friday night was no different.I finished the last surgery exhausted. Fatigue was eating me alive, but I barely completed the chart notes—medications, rest instructions, scheduling—when Heitor appeared at the door. He held his jacket in one hand and typed furiously on his phone with the other. I was miles away mentally, my body begging for rest. Starting weight training had left me sore in ways I hadn’t yet learned to manage.I wanted to say no to another night out. I needed to. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t escape the routine that, in some perverse way, filled me. Still, that night, the exhaustion—physical, emotional—made me long for something different, even if I didn’t know what.“Alex, should I wait for you in the car?” he aske
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Victoria Bocci
I wanted more than just a night out. More than seeing new faces or dancing until I forgot.I wanted to live.Maybe even reinvent myself for a few hours.But the friendships in the town where I was born and raised had always been limited.I wasn’t sure I could trust Ana Liz to look after me that night.Then again, I had managed to take care of myself so far.And that was enough.We headed toward the bedrooms.Ana Liz opened the wardrobe with excitement, as if it were some secret ritual.She showed me dresses that, honestly, barely covered certain parts of the body.It wasn’t what I wanted.It had never been my wish to draw attention — I just needed to exist in peace.I chose the most discreet one: a black dress covered in subtle sequins, with a V neckline between the breasts.My black high heels still fit.I did light makeup, just enough to feel a little less invisible in the mirror.When I stepped out of the room, Ana Liz was already ready.She wasn’t just wearing a dress — she wore a
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MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE The End
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
