The stable days of famous model Angel Backer begin to crumble when Ian Caccini comes back into her life, bringing with him tornadoes of emotions and dark secrets that could jeopardize the young woman's entire vision of the future. However, she will not be able to resist the unrelenting voluptuousness that the brunette makes her feel, even if the consequences of this are crucial. After all, no future would be interesting with the absence of Ian Caccini's wet kisses.
View MoreA very cold gale was ruffling all the hairs on my skin and making my teeth grind. Even though my body was all wrapped in warm sheets, I felt the temperature tear through my nerves and crack my bones.It wasn't even winter in Boston, why was it so cold? I fixed the heating of my apartment last month. Greg told me that the guy was trustworthy, but apparently he was already broken again!I turned from side to side, but when I got tired of the failed attempts to warm up, I finally opened my eyes. Immediately regret hit me, because the light was too intense, something that did not usually happen on normal days in my room filled with my grandmother's curtains. However, as soon as my eyelids blinked hundreds of times and my pupils got used to the environment, I realized that this was not my place.Where was I?It didn't take long for a man in sportswear to pop into my mind.Caccini.Fuck!I got up from the bed in a rush of desperation and took a thermal shock as I placed my feet on the ceram
I tried to come up with a foolproof plan that would take me under my comfy sheets, on top of a soft bed and propped up on a pillow made of clouds, but the slowness that lay in my reasoning made my thoughts terribly difficult.I was just vegetating, sitting with my back resting on the wood of the door, my legs curled up against my chest, struggling not to sleep there.If Flora saw me in that state, she would surely make fun of me for at least three months straight. In his mind, I was the most withered and responsible person I knew. But I never was.My white dress already contained the dust of the building highlighted in some details. My heels were abandoned next to me and the bottle of alcohol was already too hot for me to keep drinking.I was in my building, in my neighborhood, in my city, in front of my apartment, but I felt completely lost.— Backer?Something echoed in the back of my head, where some remnants of consciousness still stood firm.— Backer, what happened?When a sh
Flashes of all intensities flickered in my eyes as I walked the red carpet sprawled out on the floor of the mansion alone. I tried to dodge some and walk faster so journalists wouldn't start asking me embarrassing questions, but it didn't help much.— Alone again, Miss Backer?— — When will we see you with someone as handsome as you?— — What is your opinion about the high rate of anorexia in the fashion world?I entered the door of the party before it could be bombarded with further questioning. Rachel would kill me if I answered any of those questions, in her view that was just bait to end the career of any company.When I managed to get past the most public entrance, I arrived in front of a gigantic garden. Unfortunately due to the darkness of the cold night, you could barely tell how many colors of the most diverse types of flowers were there. But the quantity, organization and decoration of the entrance of the place was exuberant.I walked on an extremely transparent glass wa
— You look horrible!Louis saw me coming as soon as I entered the entrance hall of the building.— What hole did you dig yourself into, Angel? God!I showed my badge at the front desk as I listened to his thin voice.— How are you going to appear like that on television? She looks like a homeless woman! — Louis grimaced. — Is that milkshake on your shoe?I looked at my feet and saw drops of ice cream staining the black of the scarpan.— Damn!I pulled out some handkerchiefs that were on the front desk counter and tried to clean as much as I could.— Honey, I hope you're prepared to be swallowed alive!— We started walking towards the elevator when we were allowed to access the upstairs where the most important work took place.— On a scale of 01 to 10? — I questioned.— If 10 is an Amazonian jaguar four days without eating and 01 is a Siamese kitten, I think 10 is your answer.I cried.— Am I that bad?I tried to analyze myself in the metallic reflection of the ele
Joyce Wilson had saved me. Like it or not, his meddling made me wake up from Ian's mesmerizing kiss and come back to reality.My face began to catch fire as soon as our lips parted and I reasoned the situation in a way that my entire bone structure was beginning to shake.Fuck, what happened? Or rather, what was going to happen? Holy shit!My luck was that Joyce needed his help inside the apartment, which gave me the perfect opportunity to escape to mine without even looking him in the face. If I did, Ian would see my cheeks red like blood.I kissed my neighbor. A Caccini. A jerk.There are no words to express how much my heart was racing. How much more my body wanted. How soft his touch was. How embarrassed I was!Oh my god! I kissed Ian Caccini! Chelsea would have been completely baffled if this had happened in high school. Where was my head for surrendering so much?Whore who gave birth! How could I even see him again?Aaaaa!After fleeing the hallway without explanation, I tried h
I'd been in that apartment before when Ian's asshole crushed my foot, but I couldn't get much of a look at the details because he had just moved in. Now, a while later, the place had personality.Despite little furniture, it was noticeable his taste for rustic furniture and for a rock band unknown to me. There were a few pictures on the walls of the room and a little wooden table that accommodated the bottles of drinks. Little moonlight came in through the dark curtain that stood on the window and the gray color of the wall that didn't help in that regard.— Angel Backer, wow!A red— haired girl greeted me with a friendly smile.— I'm Joyce, that's Carlos, from Mexico, Gus you met and the mess there is Lydia! — his forefinger pointed to each.— Hey, why am I Carlos from Mexico? You shitty xenophobes! — the guy in the kitchen yelled angrily.I smiled shyly as the rest of the staff laughed.— Shut up, Carlos! I don't care about him. — Gus replied. — Change that song, Lydi
Three days of full belly. Three days of eating like a black hole occupied my stomach. Exactly three asleep like a baby in a hammock on the porch while my dad snored right next to him.I could spend years swaying in the fabric, feeling the cold breeze, the rattling of the leaves, the little birds talking non stop. It was the kind of life I longed for myself in the future when I was in college; A comfortable, happy and familiar daily life. Although I couldn't fulfill my little distant dream, I was content to come to the cottage and enjoy this illusion.It had been the perfect holiday, but unfortunately it came to an end when the rooster crowed on Sunday morning. So I knew right away that I had to pack my bags and leave for Boston at dusk.My family did not easily accept my farewell and organized an entire afternoon of chores. We played cards and chess while Dad put the beer to ice. My grandpa and grandma brought dominoes and some guava candy. Flora's playlist rang out around as we were
The red light came just as it was my turn to accelerate the car. Unfortunately, I had to wait a few more minutes before crossing the avenue and heading down the road to my hometown.I had finally gotten a weekend off. I was finally going to see my family after two months of not being able to visit them. In fact, Rachel had no choice but to release all staff because of a gas leak in the building's break room. If it weren't for the fireman repeating a thousand times that people were forbidden in, I bet the slut would still risk calling everyone to work normally.So for the first time in months, I had Friday, Saturday and Sunday free. It came just in time, as I couldn't stand the thought of being a few feet away from Ian's disturbing scent.After what happened at the front desk of our building, I didn't knock on his door demanding an apology, nor did I look him in the face when we bumped into each other on the stairs of the condo. Her behavior that evening was enough for me to understand
I adjusted the strap of my dress that insisted on falling on my shoulder and moved away from the hallway of my apartment.My stomach growled loudly even though I had a very late lunch. It felt like a black hole was perfectly settled in my stomach.I looked at the time on my wristwatch and saw that it was close to 5 p.m., a little earlier than I had imagined.At least it made sense on an empty stomach. With night coming, hunger was already knocking on the door as well. As I descended the stairs of the building I was already formulating in my mind a suitable snack to savor as I sat on the bench in the square.I thought of potato chips... Hm...Nope. I think a milkshake would be a good idea or a chocolate bar... A pizza? I don't know...The doubt consumed me, but I was already prepared to leave that building and walk to the hill where the neighborhood square was. I went downstairs like a rabbit, and when I arrived at the front desk to get my bag, the doorman wasn't there.— Greg? — I
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