I Do Love You Those four words had ruined everything. Thiago remained inert, looking at me, unsure of how to respond, making it clear that he didn't think the same way, that he only wanted me for a few nights. That only revealed to me that he wasn't feeling the same way I was and that his actions were only demonstrations of kindness or gratitude. He distanced himself from me. I started to gain control over my emotions and calmed down in an instant, realizing that my tears wouldn't solve the uncomfortable moment. — I don't know what to tell you, Thiago finally spoke. — It's not necessary for you to say anything, I responded bluntly. — It's just that... — Hush, I shouldn't have said anything, it's not your fault, I clarified. — Sorry, I can't control my instincts as a man... — Womanizer, I interrupted. Thiago remained silent for a while. He started the car again, and on the way, neither of us spoke. My words had shattered the enchantment I had felt, and I cursed having said it.
I accept, I answered without fully discerning in my decision. — Deal, Eduardo said, shaking hands with Thiago. I could only stand there with my arms crossed, observing them, but deep down, I had a gut feeling that they were hiding something. — What do I have to give in return? I asked to convince myself that they weren't just fooling me. — Your discipline, commitment, and diligence for both companies, Thiago affirmed. — Perfect, you can count on that. If there's nothing else to disagree on, I'll leave, I said, getting up from the table and shaking hands with both of them. I felt Thiago's hand burning, and when our eyes met, something inside me shattered. It hurt so much that immediately, a lump formed in my throat, the same one I had to control to avoid a situation like the previous night. — Wait a moment, Thiago said. We have a pending meeting, remember. I assumed he was lying to make me stay, and I didn't have the courage to refuse his request. — Sorry, I had forgotten due to t
At six in the morning, my alarm went off. I was very sleepy, but it was the last day I had left in the city, and I had to make the most of it. I did everything necessary to get ready, taking two and a half hours. At ten, I left to get the magazine and make sure that nothing bad was happening.— Are you the one in the photo, Lisa? Congratulations — said the young man who was selling at the store, and who already knew my name because I came to buy magazines every day.— It's because I won an award — I clarified to ignore what he was saying, although in reality, I already knew that if I was there, it wasn't because I was a good photographer.— No, it's not just because of the award — he warned as he handed it to me.His words alerted me and left me stunned. We were on the front page of the Enredadera magazine, in the entertainment and gossip section of the other magazines."Thiago Villarreal, CEO of the renowned Siluetas Modeling Agency, pays the national Fotomodel photography award to h
I realized there was no more time left, that the day had slipped away thinking about the trip, and I hadn't even been able to visit my parents. When it dawned, I knew there was no choice but that the time had come for me to leave. There was a knock on the door.— Thiago — I said nervously when I opened it.— Let me in, we can argue later — he pointed, quickly entering the apartment.— What are you doing here? You know very well that all our photos are on social media and in the newspapers. I went to your office, called you, texted you, and you've just ignored me, you sent everything for me to leave, so what are you doing here? — I said angrily as he sat down.— It's not that simple, Lisa — he stammered without looking at me.IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE, LISA Three words that exceeded my tolerance.— Yes, it's not that simple, it's easier to get rid of me, to send me away because you simply don't want to face her, to tell her the truth about what's really going on, what you really feel for he
I arrived at the airport with immense fear.dreading the gazes of people. After waiting in the immense line, the young woman behind the counter kindly announced what was imminent:— All your paperwork is in order, Mrs. Lisa. Your flight will depart in a moment.I felt weaker than ever, my stomach churning with nausea, my nerves in turmoil as I imagined what could happen inside the airplane. My lack of knowledge about pregnancy forced me to ask with a lot of embarrassment:— Is there any issue if I'm pregnant?— How many weeks along are you? — she inquired, and I fell silent.The girl looked at me ironically, as I took a while to calculate, and she might have been surprised because my nervousness showed that I didn't know. She interrupted:— If you're less than 29 weeks pregnant, there's no problem. You can travel without worry. Just choose seats near the wings or in the front; these seats tend to feel less movement from the plane and can help prevent nausea.I thanked her and quickly
— Yes, it's true that I'm pregnant, but my child isn't Thiago's, I assured. And I'm tired of all these tabloid news.— Oh, I always trusted Enredadera magazine so much, Diego said, overwhelmed.— They're just as sensationalist as the rest, utterly pathetic, I grumbled irritably. Just then, a group of men in business suits approached Diego.— We've come for you, they said after greeting him, speaking in Spanish.— This is Lisa, a friend who attends the same boarding school. She'll be coming with us, Diego explained, and the men simply nodded without further questioning.— Nice to meet you, Lisa Miere, I replied, shaking hands to greet and introduce myself.During the journey to the university, I could only think about how much my life had changed, what would happen if I decided not to go back, and instead give my child a better life and education. Finally, I would forget about Thiago and the agency. But then how would I be charged for the money they had paid for my course? Everything w
At the dinner table, Diego couldn't help but stare at me like a fool.— Don't look at me so much, it makes me uncomfortable. Pregnancy isn't treating me well, my ghostly face is rather dreadful — I said, taking a bite of food with a bit of embarrassment.— You're beautiful, Lisa. The paleness of your face accentuates the color of your eyes and freckles. Your hair would look better short — he replied, leaving me flabbergasted.— You need to check your glasses — I replied, unsure of these qualities he was pointing out, although the hair suggestion seemed like a good idea.— I'm not lying, you truly are very pretty. If you'd like, I could even cut your hair for you. I studied styling when I was younger — he explained.— I'll accept that, but no more compliments — I responded, thankful for his willingness. — And what else are you hiding? Are you a painter, musician, or a poet? — I asked, surprised.— No, just studied styling when I was younger like I said. You know, there are times when w
I returned to the room with a lump in my throat—my mind was so volatile, and the desperation I felt made me think many things. I couldn't conceive in my mind the convenient coincidence with Diego, and everything surrounding him—sitting right beside me, talking to me claiming to know who I was, studying the same course as me, the attire of the person who picked him up, his interest in me, the call that showed nervousness—everything was too confusing.— Thiago, answer me — I wrote trying to calm my anxiety.— Yes, Lisa, I'll sort it out tomorrow, please rest, everything will be fine — he replied after a while.— Thiago, I don't want to be here — I wrote, immersed in tears, the anguish was annihilating me.Thiago didn't respond and that hurt more, as only he could save me from so many worries he had imposed on me. Even though I understood that it was all for my good, that I had to study, that it was an excellent opportunity, no matter how much I controlled myself and told myself that I w