All Chapters of With love, Mr. Bragança: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NellyNine before.My stomach is in knots, my palms are sweaty, and I'm failing not to cry in public. This is my first day of high school and I tried to be different from other years, but I was naive and I'm paying for my mistake. My classmates are careful to cover up the giggles and whispers, but the disgust in their looks and expressions speaks volumes for me. I curl up in the seat, resisting the urge to pull my legs up and hide my head between them.I can hear every little joke.Mom was right when she said my hair would just be another bully, I should have listened to her when she said that being fat was bad enough, I had to cooperate or people would have reason to laugh at me. I painted it pink in an attempt to look different, cool, but I feel like a freak.I slide further in my seat, trying to hide from the mocking stares. I keep my head down, avoiding direct contact with any of them because it's safer that way. I contain the urge to get up and run, but I can't weaken right at th

Five years... David With my palms sweating and my heart heavy with every step, I pray it's a terrible mistake, a heartless prank. The ambulance siren dulls my senses, making it difficult to think logically, and I have to decide between ignoring the agonizing noise and continuing on my way. However, the crowd continues to block my way, forcing me to take the drastic and desperate step of pushing until I reach the scene of the accident. Lying on the gray, bumpy avenue are the lifeless bodies of my wife and son. I have to blink a few times to believe what my eyes are showing me, to make sure it's not a terrible nightmare. An immeasurable pain takes hold of my soul and a loud roar comes from my throat, drawing the attention of the curious. I ignore the looks of pity directed at me and approach the bodies of my son and wife. Ignoring the policeman's warnings, I take my first-born son in my arms, feeling his already cold skin covered in blood. I look in the direction of the car my wife w

David I try hard not to contest my mom's request and keep the smile on my face, acting kind whenever one of her friends tries to get close and disturb her."Until what time do I need to stay?" She looks at me like I'm a thorn in her side, raising both eyebrows."What? It's hard as fuck to act like a teenager who needs to be disciplined. I'm a grown man!"She cannot demand more than that.Can not.“You're not smiling.” she cries out so that only I can hear and I don't stop moaning, seeing that yes, she can always demand more.I intercept a waiter and grab two glasses of champagne, downing one after the other.“ What?” I ask, when I see her looking at me in disapproval.She presses her lips into a thin line and shakes her head in the negative, snorting.low so as not to attract attention, but looking at me affectionately afterwards.“I only want your happiness, my dear.” I smile sincerely, giving him a kiss in the middle of the forehead."I know my life." She wipes away a lone tear and pa

DAVID I watch expectantly as the smaller hand meets the larger one above the number nine, indicating that there is no reason for my irritation to continue and as I imagined, it doesn't. She is not coming... She is not coming. Excellent. A smile tugs at my lips and I wave goodbye to my bad mood, almost jumping up to my feet in glee. Beginsnd to get a new perspective on the hellish morning I've been having since I woke up. “Mr. Bragança, there's a young lady here wanting to see you.” Leila says from the other end of the phone as soon as I pick it up, not even waiting for me to take the first line. "May I enter, sir?" I blink a few times, checking my wristwatch and seeing that it hasn't been more than a minute since I last checked it. "Who's the girl, Leila?" I ask, despite already suspecting who it is. My secretary pauses in her speech and all I can hear are whispers on the other end of the line. " Leila?" "Miss Alvares, sir. She said she has an appointment, can I let her in?" T

David Darkness became my shelter, alcohol my best friend, but sex, fuck, that's my favorite anesthetic. I push mercilessly against the fiery redhead, smiling at her lusty moans and hooking my hand in her hair, pulling her until she's on her knees, pressing her back against my chest. I bite her shoulder, neck and cheek. She pushes back and I growl, enjoying her naughtiness. The woman is experienced, she knows exactly what a man likes in bed and that pleases me. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Says seductively, looking at me through the mirror on the wall. We're in some motel room, locked for almost three hours, and the woman thinks we're already intimate. I slide my finger down her belly until I reach her pussy, caressing her clit as I thrust every inch of my cock into her. “My name doesn't matter now, beautiful. You're taking my cock in your tight pussy and you're enjoying it." she moans in response, proving my point and I thrust hard, forcing her tight channel to take me