To tell the truth... I've never stopped to think about what my future would be like exactly, whether I would be working in something cool, building a family, or having a successful career. Not that I was someone without dreams, plans, or goals. What I mean is that, unlike other people who wished to focus exclusively on themselves, I wasn't like that. On the contrary, what I most desired was to be able to give a comfortable life to my mother and my two younger sisters. Since my parents separated, the four of us have gone through great financial difficulties, to the point of having to leave London and move to my mother's home country. I confess that leaving the life I had in England in my adolescence was a very difficult decision for me because starting in a new place completely different from what I was used to was a very strong reality shock. But I had no choice. Either I moved to Brazil or I would have to live with my father, who unfortunately was not a faithful man, even though he ha

I descend from the upper floor, still in ecstasy. The scene kept replaying in my head. I couldn't measure the level of shame I felt. Why did I have to find him like that, and just at the first time I see him? And to think that I'm having an internal meltdown just from seeing him in a towel, imagine if he had nothing on, I could be having a heart attack now. I close my eyes for a few moments and shake my head, trying to chase away those thoughts. I descend the last steps of the stairs and make my way to the kitchen. I see one of the oldest cooks in the house rummaging through the shopping bags I had placed on the counter. "Betty!" I say her name loudly to startle her. "What are you still doing here?" "Jesus!" she turns automatically, hand on her chest, giving me a dirty look and shaking her head. "One day you'll kill me!" she says and I end up letting out a laugh and going towards her to hug her. Betty was like a mother to me. She had been by my side since I started working in Mr.

I watched all that confusion without knowing what to do. The right thing to do would be to stay quiet and not get involved in any problems, but since it was someone I knew, being the son of my boss, it was as if, for a brief moment, I felt responsible for checking if he was okay or if he needed help. "Do you know them?" Zoe's question pulled my attention, and I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "No..." My vision shifted to Joshua making his way to the bar's exit. "I..." Before I could finish, I stood up from the chair and grabbed my purse, walking towards the exit of the place. "Hey! Where are you going?" I heard Zoe ask, but I ignored her and continued my steps until I left the bar. I didn't exactly have an explanation for why I was going after Mr. Scott's son, besides wanting to offer help. And also, I was a little curious. The guy had just arrived in town and was already in trouble. "Hey!" I said in a slightly loud tone, enough for him to hear me. Joshua stopped in his trac

I felt something burning against the right side of my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and automatically turned to the other side of the bed, trying to make that flash of light go away from my face. My head was almost exploding. I had the result of a whole night of drinking, which I realized was painful the next day. I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like blades were being shoved into them every time I tried. I was feeling sick. And that same pain in my stomach remained. Had I consumed an excessive amount of alcohol and was going to die? At that moment, while I was drinking with Suzy, it didn't seem like I had already gone past the second glass, I only realized it when I had already gone past the sixth. I was definitely lost. Working with a hangover, and now what? No one could know about my wrongdoing. Not even Betty. I would have to find a way to hide and be as discreet as possible. I sat on the bed and felt my head weigh like a bowling ball. I ran my hand through my hair and observ

So, does that mean Joshua had relations with every girl who worked at his house? That explains his surprised tone when he met me. I can't believe I could have easily been a target. In fact, I was a target of Jack. Did he really want to use me to show off that he was better than Joshua? How childish! "What are you doing there?" I freeze at the sound of Joshua's voice. Clearly, my attempt to hide behind a plant pot didn't work out very well, even though it was big. After being discovered, I come up with an excuse. "I was cleaning." I hear Joshua laugh through his nose, disbelieving. "Did you hear our conversation?" I let out a sigh and remain behind the plant pot. "Look, I know what you might be thinking about what you heard. But that's just Jack being stupid. What happened was a long time ago. It won't happen again." But I don't know if I liked hearing that, because unbelievably, a part of me would like to be desired by a guy as sexy as him, even knowing it could just be a flin