My only boss

I was so in love with Thiago — with his way of walking and talking; his sweet and gentle voice. He was an elegant, polite gentleman, the man any woman dreams of having. Unexpectedly, I had met him while doing a photoshoot for one of my friends who works at his modeling agency. There, I learned that despite his arrogance, he would give work to anyone in need. It was only for that reason that he had taken pity on me. And even though I wasn't a professional photographer, he hired me whenever an opportunity arose. I fell in love with his green eyes that sometimes looked at me with desire and sadness — a gaze that haunted me every night when I thought about my humble and hardworking situation and his life as a millionaire businessman; two worlds so unequal.I, on the other hand, was a simple twenty-four-year-old woman with a desire to find a man to share my chaotic and unstable life. I had just finished my degree in Business Administration, but the only thing that truly interested me was p

When I arrived home, I felt surrounded by loneliness and anguish. What had happened had caused even greater confusion. Nevertheless, in a certain way, I felt joy, as the conversation with Thiago had eased me. His kiss confirmed that I was truly deeply in love with him. But his words were like a sting, because the truth is that way, painful and cruel.I lay down on the bed, and the only thing that went through my mind was the memory of his kiss. Something I would never forget, something that would remain etched in my life as the only symbol or prize. I was aware that belonging to Thiago's life was merely an illusion. Even though he had confessed that he was attracted to me, my mind kept shouting that it was all part of his game. And even if I wanted to fall for it, I couldn't anymore because pregnancy prevented me. Everything had been so magical that I didn't even think about reporting the Clinic. I instead embraced a state of resignation and surrendered to it, as there was no escape.

— Are you serious, Thiago? — I asked once I had regained my breath.— I would never lie to those brown eyes — He responded.— I'm not on your level — I said, attempting to gauge the reliability of his response.— That doesn't matter! Thinking about that is almost blasphemy. How many women out there are willing for me just because of my money? What sense does that make? I don't want that anymore. I live it from my home. I don't need that, Lisa, only loyalty. Are you willing to submit?Listening to him raised so many doubts, instead of confirming what I wanted, it left me even more confused, so I could only add, — Submit to what?— To this game.— Game?— Yes, the game of loyalty, which can be very dangerous.— I didn't notice you for your money — I added, as if he was questioning me about that.— I'm not talking about money, but about how much loyalty you could offer, to this poor man surrounded by women who want to take advantage of him — he commented sarcastically.— Is it necessary

Who was I now, without cameras, without a cellphone, and without Thiago? I felt my stomach churning, the cold of loneliness. How was it possible for that wealthy man to ensnare me? It was already six in the morning when I decided to leave the park; going home wasn't a good idea. I could only make my way to Laura's house.— It's Lisa, open the door, please! — I shouted after knocking on the door repeatedly.— You're crazy! How dare you interrupt my sleep! — Laura said, still with disheveled hair, more asleep than awake.— I'm definitely crazy, — I replied and sat down sadly on her small couch.— You look like death, — my friend commented, looking at me perplexed. — Where did you wake up?— At a villa, I don't even know where, — I answered mechanically, as if I were a robot, completely absorbed.— Lisa, haven't you realized you're pregnant? What kind of mess are you in? — My friend scolded me, somewhat incomprehensible or incredulous.— In the mess called Thiago and his damn smile, — I

I despised myself for feeling that his sweet words were overpowering my strength, courage, and even my decisions.— Do you promise not to abandon me? — I said, completely submissive to his will.— Neither you nor that baby, — he replied, still holding me in his arms.— It's too heavy a burden, — I clarified, feeling sorry.— It doesn't matter; together we can bear it, — he said with his loving voice. That was the only thing that made me change my mind, to understand that if life had given me the chance to be a mother and had put someone in my path to help me, I shouldn't reject it. After all, I wasn't as alone as I thought.— I don't want you to break my heart. I don't want to feel tied to you without reason. This situation is so confusing, — I repeated, pleading.— Lisa, just understand that my intentions aren't to hurt you. I just want to help you. For now, I can't do more. I also like you, but I don't know if it's temporary or if it means something deeper. I'm also afraid you'll fa