Nelly If I had Cinderella's luck and a fairy godmother appeared in front of me, I would ask her to rip this shit feeling out of my chest, end the illusory ideas that have been coming back with everything since I found him again, disappear with all my past and take a few pounds🇧🇷 My mind is no longer following the man's bipolarity, and I'm starting to falter again. First, he implies that he has no idea who I am, then he demonstrates that he does remember, then he proposes to be friends with me and then he freaks out again, out of nowhere, for no reason. I type rather quickly, taking out all my frustration on the keyboard of my notebook. As if Carlota's return wasn't enough to disturb my judgment, now the feeling that I thought was something from adolescence is wanting to return with full force. The way he talks, walks and looks at me shakes my structures, cool, I can't deal with myself anymore. “Argh!” I slam my flat hand on the keyboard, accidentally pressing a sequence of random
NELLY ''You go!" ''I am not going." ''Go." ''Not." Alice rolls her eyes from the other side of my phone screen, laying down on the floor as she tries to keep her phone balanced at face level and argue with me at the same time. My finger slides to the off button, and I'm tempted to press it. ''Do not even think about it." she growls on the other end of the line, pointing her index finger at the screen, suspicious of my intentions. I make a full face and pull my finger away. "I'm not thinking of anything.'' I defend myself, and she mumbles something I can't understand. “As if I didn't know you, Nelly. You always find a way to get away without committing yourself.'' She says, and I look offended, because I'm beyond offended. ''What are you talking about? I protest, glancing once more at the off button. That temptation. She snorts, returning to sit on his legs impatient. " Don't you have a sofa?" I ask, already bothered by her restlessness, and she glares at me. "Yes, but I prefer
David I just realized that we are like gasoline and matches, waiting for the right moment to explode. I don't know why, but we are constantly at odds, pushing each other's limits without any manuals, just for sport. Her presence doesn't fill the void in my chest, but it almost makes me forget about all the shit that surrounds me on a daily basis. I still don't know if this is good or bad, but I know that staying away from her is no longer something I can do, and I swear on my mother, I tried. "Who will be at dinner?" I turn quickly to Nelly. "You." I involuntarily look at her extravagant cleavage and scold myself internally, forcing my irises to focus on the road instead of her. She ends up laughing, oblivious to my agonized state, and I raise an eyebrow. "Who else?" "I don't know, my mom just subpoenaed me.'' I shrug, forcing myself not to turn my face towards her again and admire her curvy body a little more, her dress is so tight I can see every part of her without too much ef
David I give my full attention to the only two members of my family and I listen carefully to Dona Hordéllis' speech, my father hugs her from the side and kisses her cheek, then she plays a video and images of us on some trips begin to appear on the huge screen. Pictures of me when I was little and even pictures of me with pregnant Lígia and later with our son, my eyes instantly fill with tears, my mother takes the floor again and clears her throat, looking for me with her eyes. My stomach twists with the farewell atmosphere, memories of when I couldn't get over the death of my wife and son, I left Brazil for Europe invading me. It was a few months of loneliness until I decided to react, but looking at my parents I also feel a tinge of jealousy for their relationship. They have been together for a long time, but they still love each other. ''I love you.'' I read it from her lips and then my heart freezes, sensing something bad is coming, she opens her mouth and the sound comes out a
NELLY Having an anxiety attack right after being kissed by the guy of your dreams is not nice, far from it, but throughout my twenty-five years I have gotten used to having these little moments of panic, although the cause this time is completely different from the previous ones. The great truth is that fear is part of my life, part of who I am. For this reason, I always safeguarded my psychology, kept myself in constant alert, prepared myself for unexpected occasions, because experiencing several humiliating situations led me to be like an iron pillar. But I was not prepared for this... I rest my two hands on the side wall of the Braganza mansion and make my way out of the garden, the small lights wrapped around the trees guide me to the exit and I thank the heavens that I can stand up while the air is missing in my lungs. David has no idea what he has just done, but he has done it. I haven't had a crisis like this since Edward... No! Thinking about him will only make me wors
DAVIDThere comes a time in every man's life when the simplest things become the most important. We stop fighting against gravity and all we want is to keep our feet firmly on the ground, but with me the opposite happens, the older I get and the days go by, the need for intensity increases and the idea of having a routine is suffocating. I adhere to solitude as a lifestyle and live without anyone's interference, I go wherever I want and fuck whoever I want. Without any commitment. Therefore, the idea of relating to anyone borders on the absurd. No one can take the place of my Ligia, she is unique, the most special and incredible woman I have ever met, fuck if everyone thinks I am living in an eternal mourning and neglecting the opportunity for a new beginning, I don't want a new story. I want the old one. And if for a second I questioned my feelings for Nelly, today I can say that I acted out of anger. I was impulsive. Nobody will replace my wife. Nobody. Nelly is...Fuck, she is
DAVID I gently pull Carlota Maldonado's thin arms away and watch her smile widen in disbelief as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other while playing with a lock of her hair between her fingers and staring at me as if I were a close friend. "What are you doing here?" I reprized the question calmly, pulling both of us out of the front of the elevator, guiding her by the arm to a more secluded part. She lets out a soft laugh and brings her hand to my shoulder as soon as we stop, facing each other, sliding up and down as if she were petting a dog. What the hell! "Charlotte, what are you doing here?’’ I repeated the question and hold her hand, preventing her from continuing the caress without explanation. She blinks and changes her gaze, lowering her eyes as a submissive usually does. Intrigued by the gesture, without realizing it, I release her grip on my hand. "Shall we go for coffee?’’ She asks, changing her posture once again in less than five minutes. I remain quiet,
DAVIDMy head is exploding in a headache for a change and I am sure I will be dead after the clash with Herdéllis Bragança, but it is necessary if I want to keep the only family I have around. I will not deny the reality, I am emotionally dependent on my parents since I lost my son and wife, maybe I am more dependent now than I was when I was just a baby and needed help for everything. I get out of the elevator and check the clock on my wrist, 4:45 pm, perfect.I walk in slow and determined steps to my last model Chevrolet S10, unlock and get in, hidden by the tinted glass I wait five minutes until sh