Overall, I've always put up with Beatrice very well. She was nice to look at too. Blonde, green eyes, a beautiful mouth. He always said what he thought, no matter how ridiculous it was, and he didn't care much about pleasing others. Not to mention that she had the habit of throwing a lot of hints at me, as if she really had an attraction to other women, although I knew very well that she was the kind that hit on and ran. I never corresponded, but just by looking, anyone would say that Beatrice was too fresh to deal with the intensity of an intimate relationship with someone of the same sex."And what do you know about Colton and me? "I questioned by lowering my eyes, poking my own slice of lemon in the long cup. Beatrice giggled softly, and I snorted. "Everyone insists on saying that Colton and I have something, when we have never been seen in public showing any affection. He only took care of me when I had my problems. And that's all.”"So why do you get so nervous when talking about

There was a moment when just being touched didn't seem enough, and she started touching me too. My dress was a little harder to convey some sensitivity to my body, so she had to drag one of the straps to the side, revealing a cute red lace bra. With fingers still trembling and one of her hands in her mouth, Mikaela slid two fingers inside my bra, easily holding a nipple. Her touch wasn't so precise, but it gave me pleasure anyway. The situation gave me more pleasure than anything else. Because to do that with a man things would have to be much more discreet, but with another woman... Not to mention the smell of Mikaela, which was a sweet and intoxicating fragrance, and that her perfume filled me completely.She began to gasp in interrupted breaths, following the rhythm of my fingers and my mouth on her breasts. I felt her fingers curling gently, she trying to get away from the feeling of free fall against pleasure, while her body totally surrendered to the touches. It was better than

"I didn't think you could forget me so fast," I spoke in a low tone. Colton let out a assobio. I raised my eyes to his. "Don't say I'm paying little attention, Colton. It is clear that you are avoiding being with me. I don't know if it's for fear of being associated with the trafficking committed by the Brotherhood, but I doubt it, because Hunter is the one who was part of everything and I don't know anything. I don't know if it's because they consider me a tedious person, because the accident took away my ability to see the good things in life. I don't know if it's because you just got real and realized that I never had much to offer. I don't know why you're moving away, but you are.”"No, Lope. We're not. Do you know how many times I've called you in the last five days? "He questioned, and I shook my head. "One hundred and twenty-three times, Lope. You're my neighbor. But I had to call one hundred and twenty-three times so that you would refuse a call and I would know you were alive

"Because I found it more interesting to get into this "I spoke with a shrug. "It seems a little more receptive.”"Yes, we are, but don't give too much rope to the men here," he warned, approaching the counter. "Simpathy and flirtation are the same for them.”"Noted "I guaranteed with a smile. So I looked at the man's hands. A golden ring shone just below the dim light. "Are you married?”"I am," he said in a simple tone. “Twenty-two years ago today.”"Congratulations," I said, raising my hand to a High Five. Looking at me with suspicion, the man hit my hand. "I'm not married.”"I noticed," he said."I don't think I'll ever be.”"Why?”“People are complicated. There's no way to stand them for so long.”"I'm not going to say it's easy. There are days when you just want the person to disappear from your life. Sometimes my wife threatens to throw me a pot of hot oil," he said, laughing at the inside joke about it. "But when you realize that even when the world ends you will still have tha

And I knew it should be my cue to leave the place. I knew I could have made up an excuse and disappeared through the front door, just so I wouldn't have to get involved in another game that I wasn't able to play. But the man was still smiling, and for a brief moment, I noticed that he wasn't trying hard to be nice. He really wanted to please me, all that was left was to know why."What's your name? "I asked in a solemn tone, tilting my head slightly. "We talk about personal matters, but I still don't even know who you are.”"I'm Dante Laurentino," he said in a hoarse voice, again taking my hand in greeting. "But you can call me the number one enemy of your damn brother, and the one that the police in general consider to be the second public enemy in the world.”So my record fell.I felt cold, but I tried my best not to show any concerns. It was nothing new that my brother was a hated figure. It was nothing new that I myself was increasingly resentful of his return from the dead. He ha