Lahat ng Kabanata ng With love, Mr. Bragança: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

 DAVID My 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

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

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

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

NELLY "He is as broken as I am.” That was the first thought that came to mind when I got home. After a week of peaceful and even intimate coexistence with David Bragança, I stopped running away and gave in to his presence. He needs a friend a lot more than I do, although he doesn't see it that way. Luckily, my mother is traveling with two friends, and I was able to breathe easier and without guilt. We saw each other almost every day and had lunch together as much as possible, I gave myself a slight break from the regime and tried all the delicacies he presented to me, each dish was like falling from a parachute into paradise lost, and I visited the bathroom in the parking lot a little these days, in fact, I avoided any bathroom after every meal. Bathrooms and mirrors. David introduced me to another side of him, I can say that I met the man and not my former teacher or boss. He says we're friends, but I'm not sure if we can forget all the past and start over. We've kissed before, my