Se connecterI have always been my daddy's spoiled little girl. All I needed to do was snap my fingers to get things done for me. I remember one day Dad invested in a chocolate factory because I loved their salted caramel chocolate bars. The factory decided to stop producing those bars, and that couldn't stand with me being upset, so this is how CarEmily was born. I was just eight years old when that happened. He bought me a Lamborghini in every color and shade for my first car. He told me that I would be riding matching cars with my outfits. He was my rock. I knew when it all fell down, even then Dad would be the one by my side. He would take my words no matter what. It was like his entire existence was dedicated to standing by my side all the time. Not only was I feeling blessed to have such a father like him, but I also knew that I had to choose a dad like him for my future children. As the luckiest daughter on earth, it would have been such a struggle for me to witness my kids growing up in th
Two nights in a row... I was in his arms two nights in a row, and it was getting better. This time we had shed our hesitations along with our clothes or, in our case, torn them apart. I have to admit, I liked confident Eduardo better. He switched from acting like a humble servant who had to please his Madame to a passionate lover. The best part? The process didn’t require much time.I’ve been in relationships before, had affairs, and spent nights in men’s arms... But I’ve never felt like this. I felt like the missing piece of a puzzle finally placed in its spot. The second night already felt like the two hundredth in a row to me. It was silly maybe I was drugged by my recent orgasms but that was the feeling.Being in Eduardo’s arms through the night’s silence, enjoying his pecks on my forehead every two seconds, could be called peace and security.My unpleasant voice broke the silence. “I have to go now,” I said.Eduardo refused. “No, you don’t.”“Yes, I do...”“No, you don’t...”He l
God! I love Eduardo's facial expressions and the traffic of feelings from his thoughts. It is purely amusing to see him thinking between what he wants and what is right. I could tell what he was thinking just watching him frowning, clenching his jaw, moving his eyes as he calculated the results of his actions and his heartbeat despite all the things...His lust was like walking around in the room like a third person that Eduardo tried to control, yet he didn't want to. I could tell he was reminding himself that we were at my parents' mansion; he didn't want to get caught. That was too risky for an affair..."Eduardo?" I said. "Do you want it, or no?""You know the answer," he said with a sigh. "But...""Na, ah ah! No but!"I saw his eyes wandering around the room; he was trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing with an inner talk. I could tell that easily.I felt my knees getting sore against the harsh fabric of the carpet, so I sat next to him, on the edge of his
Benjamin looked like a smudge on our antique, walnut wood, hand carved, deep burgundy, tapestry upholstered couches. Behind him, the painting Adoration of the Magi by Rembrandt hung on walls covered in subtly patterned oak leaf embossed wallpaper in soft sage green. My father was standing, unlike Benjamin. He was beside the antique Chinese vase that rose above his knees. Mom was sitting on the armchair that was placed on the other side of the vase. The reflections of the crystal chandelier overhead danced across the marble floor beneath my feet, its warm ivory veining glowing against the room’s muted earth tones. I was confused, frustrated, scared, and brave at the same time. Confused because what the hell was Benjamin doing here? Frustrated of assuming that he caused my dad's rage against me. Scared of my dad's anger, obviously, yet brave enough to stand behind my feelings and determined to continue a relationship with Eduardo. “What took you so long?” asked Benjamin shamelessly. Hi
Eduardo’s lips moved over mine, his hands locked around my waist, his pulse racing under my fingertips as I traced his neck. For a moment I forgot who I was, where we stood, what time it even was. Then came the low rumble against my mouth. He was fighting to stop kissing me and still trying to do the right thing. “I have to quit now,” he murmured between kisses. I pulled him closer. “No, you don’t.” “I swear I do.” ''Only swear that you are mine.'' ''It would break my heart, if you have doubts about that.'' ''Then, you'll stay. This is my command.'' I said. My little play made him giggle. ''I am all yours Emily but I have to quit. I cannot get paid by you, I am a man with pride.'' ''So your pride makes you let your woman to be guarded by somebody else?'' ''Do you think my woman may need to be protected?'' ''So you think that; a men with pride like you, will be with a woman who will allow her man to be guarding some other woman? Really, Eduardo? What are you going to do when y
You know those moments when everything keeps crumbling no matter how hard you fight? I was living one right then. Whatever was between me and Eduardo felt like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Was it guilt? Fear of losing him? I couldn’t name it. I’d fought tooth and nail to carve out a few minutes to talk before work. Benjamin’s interruption was bad enough, then the real problem walked in. Before I knew it, I was locked in Benjamin’s arms. He didn’t hesitate; he crushed me against him right in front of Eduardo. I twisted to look back. Eduardo stood rigid, jaw clenched, eyes shut, knuckles white around his wrist. “Damn, girl! You’re smoking hot as always. Let’s skip straight to my penthouse.” Benjamin was the walking cliché of the high school bad boy. Baseball captain, reckless, crude, the kind of rebel teenagers swoon over and adults see for the loser he is. I was the It Girl; the whole school crowned us the perfect match. Teenage brains get influenced easily so they are wired for mist







