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CHAPTER 18
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With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 19
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
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 20
NELLY Kitten. I didn't understand the meaning of that word until I was old enough to understand that the tightness in my chest wasn't a physical illness, but an anxiety attack. I had to talk to a psychologist to understand that there were traumas embedded in me, I read books seeking self"knowledge and acceptance, I tried to deal with these traumas head on and I almost underwent cosmetic surgery to get into the standards, almost… I release the air that was trapped in my lungs and rest my forehead on the mirrored glass of the bathroom. There are many "almosts" in my life and few certainties. I turn on the simple faucet in the bathroom and wash my face, mixing the water with my tears until I can no longer define which drops came from my eyes. I arrange my hair in a bun on top of my head, pull up the sleeves of the light blue dress shirt I'm wearing to my elbows and remove any dirt from the knees of the pants I'm wearing, open my toiletry bag and remove the paste with the hairbrush. ins
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 21
DAVIDThe familiar perfume serves me as an alarm clock, intrigued by the feminine fragrance, I open one eye at a time and let the light guide me, still sleepy, I inhale the tempting scent with a certain hunger. It's been more than twenty days since she's dared come near me, so what is she doing in my house, in my room, so early?When my newly awakened brain begins to rationally process what is happening, I search the room from corner to corner looking for the person responsible for my anxiety and find her at the bathroom door, looking at me with her typical innocent air, biting her lips as if knew exactly what I plan to do with her."How did you get in?" I question, listening to my own heartbeat.What the fuck, she's just a girl. Stop hitting like that, dammit!“You brought me." He says, removing his body support from the bathroom door and walking towards me. I open my mouth to question her assertion, because I have no idea what she's talking about, but I'm distracted by the fabric of
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 22
NELLY NARRATING... The eagle is an animal with a very interesting characteristic: it has the ability to see a certain target even if it's miles away, but Kaciana Álvares, my mother-in-law, goes further and sees any human being with just a quick glance. She's an expert at detecting someone's weaknesses with just a few minutes of conversation and can tell in a few seconds whether I'm lying or not, although the fact that I'm a terrible actress helps her a lot. I hid all the candy wrappers in a plastic bag and put them under my desk, but knowing my mother well, I know she'll find a way to find out. "Where are they? " he says, as soon as he walks through the door and meets me. Ignoring my silence and the fact that we're not alone, she holds out her hand, palm up and open. "Who?" I try to disguise it, but my attitude only makes her more uncontrollable and harsh. "Not who, but what. Where are the sweets you were devouring seconds ago?" I stiffen my posture and pretend nothing is wrong, bu
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 23
DAVID NARRATING... The last time I felt so much adrenaline coursing through my body was when I had my first experience in the world of BDSM, that night was a milestone for me. A deconstruction of everything I knew and thought I liked, it was like releasing my true self and experiencing my own essence. But in the two years I've been alive, no woman has managed to stir my psyche and leave me as needy as that girl. It was just one kiss, the second between us, in fact. But if we did it every day, the fit was perfect, there was mutual need and desire. I felt it. Nelly is a confused and deviant personality, who jumps between an empowered version and one in which she is eight years old and afraid of everything, especially her mother. I still haven't figured out what her problem with the chocolates is, but I can already tell that it's related to Nelly's body and that there's something very wrong going on, I could even smell it. The girl doesn't fool me with her saintly face, either. I'm obse
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 24
DAVID The truth can be distorted in many ways, now, for example, the girl who says she's sober walks across the room as if she's familiar with my world, when in fact she's just being driven by the alcohol in her system. She acts as if she hasn't just woken up from a dramatic blackout. And as much as she tries to hide it, I know that Nelly would never feel comfortable with me sober, let alone in a room made exclusively for adult practices. She stumbles over the carpet and falls onto the bed, laughing loudly as she tries to get up and can't. "Let me help. "I kneel in front of her and pick up her left foot, lowered the flash of her boot and take off her shoe. I do the same with my right and then stand up. When my eyes meet his, it's as if the building is on fire. There's heat and fear, desire and submission. All in a split second. She makes me very stressed. "Don't look at me like that." she whispers, lowering her gaze. I growl. "You're so submissive." "I'm not! I like to dominate
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 25
DAVID Guilt became my judge and I was sentenced this morning, when I woke up with my body aching, compressed on the small sofa I keep in my room. I was found guilty because I couldn't send her away after getting my laundry soiled with her vomit, I was convicted when I took care of her and pleaded with her to sleep instead of putting her in a taxi home. I'm guilty, because I want a woman who isn't mine and for the first time since Lídia's death I want someone's company, no, I don't, I need to be in her presence like crazy. Last night after it became clear that she ingested more alcohol than she confessed to me, I called one of the girls who work at the club and asked her to help Nelly, the girl bathed her and helped her with the extra clothes I provided from my stash. A blouse with no design or pattern, as pale as her unconscious face. She fell asleep after eating some of the food I ordered, muttering disconnected words that no matter how hard I tried all night to understand them, I c
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 26
DAVID "Sorry. I'll speak at once, to avoid any misunderstandings. " She says, blushing in a way that messes with my head. I nodded positively, intrigued. "Go on," I say. "I'm curious." She bites her lower lip in apparent nervousness. "How does the use of the whip work?" I start coughing. "Just curious?" My tone is a thin layer of surprise and excitement. " Fetish." She clarifies, and my body comes alive. The memory that she's wearing a sweater comes, and I control myself not to throw her on the bed and discover all her curiosities. What am I thinking? Don't go there... "Curiosity for a whip, duly noted." I start walking again, restless. Did she need to come back to this? I pick up my cell phone from the bedside table, intending to call the nightclub reception and ask where our clothes are before I do something stupid. "Why are you leaving?" He asks and I stop my steps. My tongue itches to give her an answer that will make her blush from head to toe, but I manage to kee
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