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
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
It was like denying it to myself.Like running from something I already knew was there.In all those empty nights, in the women I touched without desire, without connection — it was her I was looking for.Maria Vitória.She looked sexy.Deliciously provocative in that tiny black lingerie that barely covered her curves.And even though I was a surgeon used to perfectly sculpted bodies, none of them attracted me like hers.Natural.Instinctive.Brutally beautiful."Alexandre, please stop," she said, her voice firm, though her breath betrayed the effect I had on her.I caressed the thin fabric, feeling the heat of her skin beneath it.But I wouldn’t go any further.Not without her consent.Not with her asking me to stop."I... I hurt you..." I cleared my throat, the lump choking me.What the hell was I doing?In Maria Vitória’s bedroom.In Heitor’s house.She stepped back, cold.Hard stare. Arms crossed."I don’t owe you any explanation, Alexandre. And by the way, my name is Maria. But n
I didn’t know why Ana Liz had told my father we were going to a party. During the afternoon by the pool, my body was already begging for a bed, silence, maybe some hot soup and the warmth of a blanket. But to please my stepmother, I wore white. A light fabric dress, with an open back, that seemed made to be torn off.Black heels, golden accessories, bold makeup. Walking around the city seemed harmless, maybe a movie, a bucket of popcorn, and little conversation. What I really didn’t want was to deal with Alexandre’s eyes. Not tonight. Not again. He was too much for me.But thinking about him, wet, leaning against the pool’s edge, his eyes half-closed and his chest heaving, made my hand choose the red lipstick. That color tasted like danger. As I left the room, I went to Ana Liz’s — she was still struggling with her eyeliner. Somehow, I knew what she was doing: maybe trying to convince my father she wasn’t available. But how long would that act last?And I… I wasn’t any different with
Maria Vitória was impeccable. A sin sewn in white. The dress molded her curves as if it had been drawn on her skin. Her bare back, her soft and exposed skin, and that provocative walk... it was a trap I would never be able to escape.When she entered the bathroom, alone, I followed her as if pulled by an inescapable magnet. There was no rationality. Only impulse. Lust. An urgency that I could no longer pretend did not exist.She turned to me with her face flushed, her breathing accelerated. The tension between us was electric. And when our mouths met, there was no turning back. Maria Vitória gave in to my kiss as if she were throwing herself into the abyss — hungry, angry, needy.I knew every sign. The way her fingers pressed against my shoulders, the way her breath escaped hot against my mouth, the way her body arched beneath mine. She was wet. Aroused. Ready. And I wanted her like I had never wanted anything in my life.My hands found their way under the light fabric. The dress beca
I could barely stand on my legs when I left the bathroom. My knees were still weak, my entire body in a state of shock. Not from fear — but from that sweet dizziness that comes after ecstasy. My heart was beating fast, as if I had run a marathon... or was running away from myself.I rested one hand on the wall, trying to catch my breath. My sex was still throbbing, hot, sensitive. And the feeling of his mouth there — hungry, desperate — went through me like an electric current.What had I done?Or worse... what had he done to me?I put my hand to my mouth, and a laugh escaped before I could stop it. A nervous, almost incredulous laugh. At myself. At us. At all of it. As if I had just committed a delicious crime. A mistake... worth repeating.Still out of breath, I walked back to the open area, where the music was pulsing and muffled conversations filled the air. The party continued as if nothing had happened — and, deep down, that was what was driving me crazy. The world kept spinning
I could no longer control myself—or leave. I knew what she was doing, I knew she was purposely provoking me, dancing that way, sensual, surrendered, with that boy. She never liked guys like him—that I knew, with the certainty of someone who knows her better than she should.When I got closer, I didn't think. I just took her. I kissed her mouth hungrily, furiously. And when she tried to pull away, I saw the fright in her eyes—the fear of what we were becoming. But I didn't stop. I grabbed her waist with one arm and pulled her back to me. And I tamed her, once again, with a kiss."Alexandre... my father..." she whispered, her voice hesitant, her lips so close to mine that there was almost no distance between us. But she didn't have the courage to pull away.I knew. Heitor had already left. He and Ana Liz were fighting, I had seen the moment she left the dance floor, furious. All that chaos favored us.“Are you worried about your father now?” I asked, stabbing her with my question like a
A group of guys got into the elevator, talking loudly about soccer. They greeted us with a good night, and I answered in a hoarse voice, trying hard to hide the erection that was growing uncontrollably inside my pants.Relief only came when we reached the twelfth floor.I grabbed her hand, pulling it quickly, almost trembling as I tried to get the key out of my pocket. As soon as the apartment door opened, I pulled Maria Vitória inside and took her mouth like a starving man — without pause, without permission. I lowered my hand between her legs, touching her.She entered first, tripping over her own feet, laughing with that mocking gleam in her eyes that consumed me from the inside out. The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed like a gunshot in the tense silence of the apartment.I threw the keys on the living room table with unnecessary force.“Was it fun for you?” I said, my voice lower than necessary, but full of meaning.She spun on her heels, her hair still disheveled and
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
"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
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
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 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
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
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.
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
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