Chapter Two

CAMILA SILVA

I throw myself on the sofa of my small apartment, trying to assimilate everything that happened yesterday. Yes, I know I had a whole day to think, but we have to remember that it is not such a simple decision, but an engagement. My life, after all this, will be different. I went after a job and got a fiancé, I went with the intention of leaving employed and leaving engaged. But I'm not engaged to just any man, I'm engaged to none other than Ethan Salvatore.

Ethan Salvatore, known worldwide for being the desire of every woman on this earth, after all, the fame of his beauty travels the four winds, making few those who don't know him or his beauty. Although he keeps his love life away from the media, no one can deny that this man is a boner in person. Always very discreet about his personal life, he draws many sighs with just a glance.

Even though he doesn't like to appear in the media, he always has his pictures on the covers of famous magazines. Ethan is a big businessman and is always closing significant contracts or winning important awards. When this happens, photographers don't think twice before taking his pictures and posting them. Pictures that are always beautiful, if not perfect.

Her perfectly round and hard ass must be perfect for squeezing in the "let's see" moment. Her mouth is perfectly pink and although small, leaves room for the imagination. Her athletic build is enough to make you want to die. Her years in the gym are very well seen and admired.

His eyes are blue, like the ocean, with blond hair, like most Americans, the difference is that his shade of blond is darker than most. But there is something about him that sets him apart. And no, it is not money. Although I desperately need one, I am not that kind of woman. Nothing against those who are, I just don't identify myself, I want to have my independence always, because I value it very much.

I'm not that sweet and cuddly type of person, always, who gets involved just for love. But I'm also not that bitch who gets involved just for money and greed. I like to say that I am the perfect balance of the two; when I need to I am cute, with those who deserve it, but I love to get involved for the sake of getting involved. If someone I like comes along I'll date, if not I refuse to stay with my cold bed for too long. I am hot, I am intense. I am Brazilian! I couldn't be different.

I am a professional in the art of seduction. I know very well the weapon that my body is and I use it with all the pleasure in the world. I like to feel in control and see everyone looking at me with desire or even envy for my body. I won't lie, sensuality is part of who I am, of my nationality. To ask that it not be part of me anymore is to ask that I not be myself.

The women here may have beautiful faces, but nothing compares to the Brazilian women. Our bodies are unique. We are unique, the Brazilian people are unique. I haven't seen an American woman with our physical size. And when it comes to being your own person, in the art of the conquest, we get a thousand marks without much effort.

Yes, I am Brazilian, to be more exact, I am from Rio de Janeiro. I am currently twenty-three years old, I graduated early because I was a good student and got great grades, but I left my country six years ago in search of a better life.

When I finished college, the small clothing store I worked at closed down. I had some savings that helped a lot, but I sent almost everything to my family when it was needed.

My 4-year-old niece got cancer, she needed surgery urgently. I sent the money to pay for it and ended up without, but I don't regret it. Unfortunately the money was not enough and she needs more for the treatment, this was one of the main factors that made me accept that crazy proposal.

With the money I will be able to pay for the treatment, save my little girl. I will be able to help my family and this has always been, always will be, my focus.

I deny with my head and decide to get ready. Yesterday I accepted this blessed proposal and today there is no turning back, all I can do is continue with this crazy story and I confess, I wouldn't go back if I could. I am passionate about the new, about the challenge and even if there was no question of my family, or the money, I would accept this madness just for the experience.

Whoever wants to judge me is welcome, I don't care. I am the owner of my life and I am the boss of my body. Not to mention that they are all hypocrites; if they had the same offer, they would accept without thinking twice.

I put my cell phone to charge and let a song play while I went to take my shower. Since I washed my hair yesterday I didn't do it again, I just cleaned my body well in a warm and refreshing shower and applied moisturizer when I got out.

I put on a pair of white silk panties and put on my dress; it is long sleeved, with the sleeves open past the elbow, just an inch below the buttocks with a huge V-neck, leaving the valley of my breasts uncovered. The whole dress is black.

I put on one of those strings of three, where the largest ends in the middle of my breasts, drawing attention to that spot. After that I went to put on my makeup; I did a black smoky eye with the kitten eye that I love. I left my eyelashes long and put a dark red lipstick on my lips, outlining them well and taking advantage that they are big, it was perfect.

I let my hair normal and put on my sandals; a thin golden high heel. When I looked in the mirror, I was very happy with what I saw. I look perfect!

Since I want to make a surprise, I put on a black overcoat, covering up my look. I take a little purse in the same color as the heel, putting it on. It was only when I finished putting the bag on that I heard the car horn.

I spray my perfume and go downstairs, finding a beautiful lamborghini at the door of my building, two black cars in front and two black cars in the back.

I try not to look so surprised and enter it as if somehow I am used to it. To show glimpse, right off the bat, would be too much shame to pass up.

"Good evening, groom!"--- Length putting on his seatbelt, watching him deny it with his head.

"Good evening, miss."--- He speaks all formal.

He takes my mother and charmingly brings her to his lips, kissing her on the back. His gaze goes up, stopping right on my lips, drawing a corner smile from his. He doesn't hide his glance at me.

I look up at him and give him a smile, denying it with my head. If it were up to me soon things would move up a level. It would even be a sin to have this man at my disposal and not take advantage of it, but first I intend to play a little. We'll have a month together, there's no way we can be so thirsty that we end up getting sick. Taking it slow makes you more desirous, more willing, and improves things.

Ethan drives the car and soon we stop in front of a fancy restaurant, outside it was pure luxury.

I see him get out of the car, drive around and stop at my door. As he opens it, I take his hand and step out of the car, crossing our arms after observing him; Ethan is wearing dark wash jeans, with a white blouse and a leather jacket on the outside.

He tosses the car keys to the valet and we continue on our way with him wrapped around my waist. We walked together like a couple.

 "Thank you."--- I thank him as the young man helps me take off my jacket, placing it in the restaurant's booth.

He does the same with the jacket of the man next to me. I could feel his gaze on me, on my body. Just for that I threw my hair back, as if I were straightening it. I stood slightly on my back, giving him a view of my buttocks, well marked by the dress.

At that moment even the waiter looked at me. I can't say that I'm not used to it, because wherever I go I always attract these kinds of looks.

I give my best naughty smile, giving Ethan a little wink. We cross our arms again and walk toward our table, which he had already reserved today.

"You look incredibly sexy, miss."--- His husky voice sounded in my ear, as he moved the chair aside for me to sit.

"Thank you."--- I speak in my normal voice, but bring my lips closer to his ears.--- "You look beautiful too, Ethan."--- I whisper his name very softly, leaving a kiss on his neck before sitting down.

He didn't say anything, not knowing what to say. The only thing I saw was his eyes catch fire when he looked at me, this time already seated in his seat. It seems that I have messed with him.

I am really enjoying this game, I swear!

"So, what should I prepare for?---

I change my stance, focusing on what we're really here to do.

"The bride's family are stingy, they only care about money. So get ready for snobby people."--- I say as I look at the menu.

"I warn you, I'm not going to change who I am to please these people, I'm going to be myself.

The truth is that if I see it, I won't even want to eat, for sure everything is expensive. So I prefer that he orders for both.

"That's exactly why I chose you. I want to arrive with a person who will stand out, who will surprise everyone with her beauty and her way of being."

Yeah, I'm sure I can do that with all the ease in the world. I am sincere in saying that I am beautiful, I know my value and my beauty. As my parents always say, I am different from most, I have my unique way, a strong opinion, hard to be changed. I just live to be happy, not to please those around me. 

"Then you have chosen the right woman."--- I wink at him who returns with a small smile from the side.

"The wedding is going to be in Maldives, but to go the bride and groom have decided to charter a luxury cruise. Which I commented on with you yesterday. That's Leticia's thing, my ex-fiancée, she loves to be the center of attention. We'll be at sea for a month, I've already rented our room."

I nod, without making a fuss. If we are going to play the role of the bride and groom it is normal to sleep in the same room, otherwise it might even arouse suspicion.

"When do we leave?"--- I taste some of the wine that has just been served.

"Tomorrow night you meet my parents, the next day we are boarding in the afternoon."--- I roll my eyes.--- "Yes, it's right on, I was almost not going. Tomorrow morning you buy the clothes."

"Fine." --- I agreed with my head.

"As soon as we get to our room on the cruise, I'll transfer you a portion of the amount as agreed. There will be the contract there for us to sign."

I nod my head and we close the subject.

The waiter arrives and we place our orders. We pour ourselves some more wine and sip it slowly, each staring at the other steadily. Ethan doesn't seem to be a man of many words.

I rest the glass again, giving a seductive smile in his direction, biting the bottom corner of my lips.

"You like playing with fire, don't you?"--- His voice changes, becoming huskier.

His gaze descends to the valley of my breasts, lingering there for a long time, admiring them intensely. I can see he's taken an interest in them, now it's about using that to my advantage.

"I like to burn myself with fire."--- I reply a while later, bringing my body forward a little, accentuating my nipples.

I see him deny it with his head, but he doesn't say anything because our plates were coming. That's when we eat in silence, looking at each other with slight provocations.

"So you're in this madness together with me?"--- He asks after a while, holding my hand over the table.

I nod my head in agreement.

I see Ethan take a deep breath and take from inside his suit a little velvet box, opening it I saw the most beautiful ring of all. It is all rose gold, with a diamond right in the middle.

He puts it on my finger and gives me a light kiss, then takes another one made only of rose gold and puts it on his.

I take some pictures and send them to him, we'll have to post them to make our story original.

When we finished our dinner, Ethan paid the bill and we left the restaurant. We get in the car again and as he drives off in some direction, I touch up my lipstick.

I put the lipstick away again, turning my attention back to the street. I realize that everything was familiar and understand that we were arriving at my apartment. So the walk is over for the day.

After a while, we stop in front of my building, gaining his attention. I unbuckle my belt and hold his hands that was on top of my thigh, giving them a light squeeze.

"You're delivered, miss."--- He looks into my eyes.

"Thank you, Ethan. I thank you for the evening too, it was very nice." --- I offer him a sincere smile.

"All I ask is that you don't forget that everything is a contract, when this marriage is over, we will be nothing anymore.'--- He focuses on my gaze and I agree.

I feel that he has a million barriers in his heart, that he won't let me get any closer than necessary. But I don't care, I'm not coming in looking for a relationship, but for delicious evenings.

"Good."--- I agree.--- "I'm not after love, much less relationship, just unforgettable moments."

He gives me a naughty smile, as his hand slowly moves up my thigh, with its destination well mapped out. I move my leg away slightly, letting him begin to recognize the territory.

Why not play a little before going upstairs!