Hunter still has fun with my reaction as he stands up with the help of the cane, staggering and gasping for the pain in his legs. He stares at me with a challenging glow in his eyes, and his posture exudes that predatory arrogance that I hate."You're not able to dance for me," you'repeated, sarcastic and mocking."Continue" encourage Penelope in a very audible hiss, her voice echoing in the waters. I don't turn around to see what she's doing."There is no music" I answer to Hunter, very satisfied with not having to taste anything for his stupid inflated ego. "And you won't use my weak point against me.”Without any warning, he steps in my way, close enough to touch my face. And that's exactly what he does."Too late, beautiful girl," whispers, caressing my cheek with a finger.The soft clamor of a piano resonates softly beyond where we are, and I don't need to turn around to know that it's one of Penelope's tricks. Hunter takes another step, lowering his hand to draw a path from my c

The plane does not suffer from shakes, and as soon as the route starts pleasantly, the commissioner approaches to find out if we need anything. Penelope asks for a dose of whiskey, Hunter settles with a coke, and I refuse the offer. I stand with my body a little unstable by fatigue, and stagger through the narrow corridor between the armchairs, passing from cabin to cabin until I find the bedroom door.I don't see anything wrong until I'm already throwing myself in my bed. The sheets smell like flowers, although there are none on the quilt. My desk holds a bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, next to a large, round tray of fresh Oysters. The wooden cabinet attached to the wall is decorated with three bands of colored light wires, similar to Christmas ornaments, and yet delicate and beautiful.Everything seems to have been prepared with special care, as if they were welcoming a couple, and, indistinctly, I feel desolate. I'm on my way to a wedding that has nothing sincere, nor yo

The first thing I notice at the time of disembarkation is how heavy the desert climate is for those who are not used to it. My nose immediately clogs and an itch spreads at the tip. Once outside the airport, a rented Bentley awaits us under the direction of a driver with a friendly smile and dark hair cut close. I almost thank your feet for the air conditioning on at most.The route along the highway is tortuously long, and I spend most of my time watering my eyes with eye drops. Penelope grumbles from her dry lips, and I have to agree that mine are increasingly cracked. Hunter remains looking at every inch of road we travel, attentive and mesmerized with the buildings that rise in the distance.When the driver starts chatting with Penelope, saying he has been visiting the city since he was ten years old, I realize that we are approaching the region known as The Strip and I poke Hunter with his elbow."This is practically the center of all the best hotels and nightclubs in the city,"

"Cliché" mocks Christian. My mother watches the scene with a little more attention."The cliché gave me a wonderful woman. "Hunter doesn't look away from Christian. "What did your pride bring you?”Christian opens his mouth, I don't know if he's shocked or ready to let out another mess, but my mother is faster and hits his ear with a strong slap."Don't be ridiculous in front of people who are not in your family, Christian. We can't put up with you anymore, imagine someone from outside!”My family scream in a collective laugh, Hunter also manages to laugh a little. I'm so nervous that I don't even risk moving my lips. I can always say some nonsense or give myself up in the laugh.“Man, I liked you! "Exclaims my older brother, giving Hunter his place on the couch. "Sit down, tell me how you managed to endure my sister's paranoia for so long.”Hunter settles down, looking so big on the small couch, that my relatives around him are just aged children. He rests his cane on the wall and st

The subject is no longer important when the waitress walks to us with the tray full. Just as she did while writing down our order, she details about each sauce and accompaniment of the fried wings, breaded seafood, and cheese balls. When she is about to return to no matter what hell a woman like this can come from, my brother thanks her in the Turkish dialect and ends with the blessed words that Hunter taught.To my joy, the silicone blonde closes her face and moves away quickly. Either she doesn't have the same cold blood as her colleagues in putting up with the cheeky flirtations of customers, or Hunter may have taught an unforgivable swearing. Anyway, it's wonderful to know that such a woman has an advanced intellect."Well done" cantarolo with satisfaction. Next to me, Hunter doesn't even move, pretending total innocence.Lawrence makes a vulgar gesture with his hand."Maybe she's a lesbian.”Penelope doesn't seem to find it too funny in the comparison, but she is pleased not to h