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Maria Vitória Bocci
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MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
She stopped in front of the kitchen counter, perhaps she didn't expect a direct, raw and infonsive answer from me, our eyes crossed as if facing each other in that small room."Do you know what went through my mind while I was looking for you?" Do you know how I felt?- I denied it, after all I would never know, the guilt weighed even more, at that moment I was with Maria Vitória in the library, there was a mixture of guilt, remorse, but less regret, I was bombarded by subtle memories.That girl in that red bikini in front of me, moaning saying my name, kissing my mouth, until she became panting, while I continued, it was easy to be her, I felt like she owned, and somehow, it was nice to feel that I know more than her.Clara picked up a grape and brought it to her mouth, avoiding looking at me."No. What did you feel? Fear? Insecurity? I asked sitting at the sfá, where I was just now. She sucked the grapes with only the tips of her nails, it was like a challenge for any and all women,
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I nodded, seeing his surprise when I returned to the room. He still looked stunned by my presence, as if he couldn’t believe I’d actually come back. I walked past him in silence, ready to listen—after all, I had made mistakes too.He shut the door behind him with controlled force, arms crossed, jaw tight with tension."You have no right to come here and lay down rules, Maria Vitória," he said in a low but firm voice. "Maybe I overreacted, yes, but I would never do the things you mentioned. I’m not that kind of—"I laughed. Laughed from nerves, from rage, from everything that had been stuck inside me for years."Oh, really? So who was lying there with some big guy’s leg draped over him, completely naked? Huh? Are you going to deny what I saw?"He went pale. Stepped back, as if my question had slapped him in the face."That... that’s not possible. You’re making it up. Your mother warned me, and I didn’t want to believe her. She said you were poisonous. That you tried to steal her boyfri
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I left the room without looking back. The muffled sound of the television in the living room mixed with my increasingly twisted thoughts.There was no way I could go back to bed after that. In fact, there wasn’t even a bed to return to — just a past unraveling, layer by layer, right before my eyes. And deep down, I no longer knew if it was anger or relief. Truth be told, I no longer felt the urge to touch Maria Clara, or even to be near her.The weight of what was happening hovered between us. The guilt wasn't hers alone. It was ours. But when I thought of Maria Vitória, I felt no regret. I’d never be hypocritical enough to pretend otherwise. Still, I knew it was time to step away.I went out to the balcony, hair still damp from the shower. The night breeze was sharp. I sat on the wooden chair, leaned my head against the wall, and closed my eyes. My body gave in, but my mind kept processing Clara’s words. It was like iron cutting through flesh — no anesthesia.A clean, cruel cut."Eve
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early afternoon when I saw Alexandre crossing the bus terminal. I looked away, pretending to be focused on my phone. I needed to stop thinking about him—especially like that, wearing hospital clothes outside the hospital and still managing to look sexy, handsome, and incredibly attractive.The way he walked—calm, steady, unhurried—carried a kind of elegance I had rarely seen. He knew exactly what he was doing with every step, every glance. And that completely threw me off balance. I kept my eyes on the screen, trying to distract myself from my illusions.I couldn’t fall for him.That man was taken. Married. And even though I came from a home where that didn’t mean much, I wanted to respect Alexandre’s marriage. I no longer wanted to subject myself to affairs as a form of amusement.That wasn’t the moment to find him sexy. It was a pit. A goodbye. But he walked toward me slowly, and even with my head down, I noticed his feet in white shoes. His legs in blue scrubs. He was really there.
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Sunday was no different. Going to work was my salvation. Some on-call staff were still talking about Heitor’s apocalyptic party. I kept to myself and worked all day. When night came, the phone ringing in the drawer pulled me out of my paperwork trance.I thought it might be Clara. Maybe asking to talk. To apologize. Or demanding explanations.But the unknown number made me hesitate. It wasn’t from this city. Whoever it was, it didn’t matter—not at that moment.I tried to return to work, but the thought that it could be Maria Vitória made me reach for the phone again. Would she call if something had gone wrong? A reaction to the medication?I called back, secretly hoping my paranoia would be justified. But it wasn’t. Just someone confirming a keynote lecture at a federal university. They had liked my closing speech. The auditorium had been packed.The day and time felt off, but I confirmed anyway. I needed distance from everything. Teaching had always been a secret passion. I would’ve
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I left Heitor behind in that cafeteria. I could have felt uneasy about Maria Vitória leaving, but that didn’t give me any reason to run after her like some kind of problem-solver. All I was missing was a white horse. Deep down, her departure—premature as it was—got us out of a massive mess.“Please, Alex. Just this once…”Heitor followed me through the hallways like I was his guardian angel. And honestly, I was getting tired of playing that role.“Maybe… maybe her mother’s right. But think about it—the girl might really be having an affair with her stepfather. The mother’s pregnant, I didn’t see her…”“She didn’t have an affair with her stepfather,” I said, waiting for the elevator. What little I knew about Maria Vitória was enough to be sure.“How can you be so certain? She didn’t even look at anyone at that party,” he challenged.She had been with me. How could I explain that? The voice in my head screamed: You can’t be sure. You were drunk. You went upstairs in the middle of the pa
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Alexandre kept his eyes on the road for a long time. I was anxious, nearly biting my nails. I didn’t know how that conversation would go—wasn’t even ready to face my father. And as for us, me and Alexandre… we said nothing.When his hand touched my knee, I flinched. I looked at him, unsure, and the glance he gave me in silence, just for a few seconds, was long enough for me to understand: there wouldn’t be a next time. And maybe that was for the best. I already felt like a terrible person for what we’d done.I didn’t want to lose my head over a man, especially not one who wasn’t—and never would be—mine.He turned back to the road, ignoring my presence beside him. I did the same, staring out the window, trying to escape from everything. Part of me wanted to get it all over with and leave. But I knew that would hurt people who had no idea of the madness going on. Their friendship was beautiful. I wished I had a friendship like that, someone who’d defend me even when I was wrong.I looke
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I thought we were going home. But he simply opened the car door and pointed to the passenger seat. My head throbbed from too much crying and a storm of thoughts."Maybe we started off wrong," he said, not looking directly at me. "I should've taken time for you. Shown you the city, the important places, my parents..." He regretted aloud."You don't have to," I murmured, still dazed by his sudden change in tone, my head pounding. Still trying to process what had just happened minutes ago—he seemed like a different man. How could he hold so many emotions?But he insisted. And I don’t know why—maybe instinct, maybe curiosity—I agreed to go with him. I didn’t want more fights. I wanted to understand him. To feel a connection.We went to the mall. Lunch was simple—grilled meat, rice, fresh juice. No luxury, no rush. We spoke little, but the tone was light. For the first time, he asked me trivial things: whether I preferred sweet or salty, cold or hot, if I had ever read a book by Raduan Nas
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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
