Semua Bab Mafia's Son: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Narrated by Black HamiltonSports book. They were always my thing.I had talent in cards, a good eye to know when roulette would fail and at what point a novice idiot for the game would go wrong. But also regarding the times when it was appropriate to make him win so that he does not give up soon and encourages to increase his bet. Deducing each of his plays was a matter of tactics, what were the number series he voluntarily or involuntarily preferred and at what times it was appropriate to put a pinch of pressure with some flattery of the style " wow, you're good, no one had ever had me on the ropes so soon"; all part of my strategy to then corner him and take ten times more than I had wanted to bet at first. The problem came when the same ones always began to locate me and evade me, everyone who had encouraged to make a play with me now evaded me not only because he had debts with me but because he feared losing everything. And of course...that when playing alone, it is no longer

“Get down here.” Black orders me.After finishing an exhausting morning of sex, we have not even stopped for breakfast since I am arriving several minutes late outside my daily schedule. And that he’s bringing me to work for the second time in a row is a valuable gesture on his part towards me. I didn't make him stop the car before he got to the company and ordered me to get off.“But...there is still a block left.” I tell him, with a shrunken heart.“That's why. We're at the bus stop. They have to see you coming as if it were another day. It may be acceptable for one day to pick you up at home or decide to bring you to work, but not two.”So he doesn't want people to link us outside of our work context? When we were out drinking last night? Oh, but there was no problem in showing up with the Piernotas girl Vip Escort of Mega Entrepreneurs.I just have to nod and say. “It's okay... Thank you. As soon as I get home in the evening I'll send the outfit.”I mean, about the beautiful pearl

“Apology...?”I say in a choppy voice, trying to get away from the door of Black's office. It may just be a joke that I'm being played.“Yeah, honey. I'm talking to you. Or maybe you need me to say it louder?”“I don't understand what…”“Don't you understand you're screwing your boss? You wouldn't be the first, but I do take the dare to make it clear to you how unpleasant it is that your husband is being thrown behind your back.”“The first? Who are you? What do you want?” I insist.How she knew my thing is the great enigma, that implies that by some means she had to find out, I do not know if someone was an intermediary in this, I do not know at what point things got out of control, I only know that I feel the hot cheeks, an immense pressure in the chest and a knot in the throat that says "and now how the hell will you get out of this?"But I gulp, try to inhale deeply while continuing hearing with her words.“That you wouldn't be the first whore my husband puts between his legs. You

As soon as I hang up the phone, I have a slight feeling that I am in trouble.I said yes, for heaven's sake...when before I have barely promised myself that I would be careful with this man and that I would begin to limit myself to paying attention to my reason more than to my passion, I feel that my most lascivious side has seized the mobile and has asked him for twenty minutes to arrive. I don't know how far his house is from mine, but I hope it takes time.I think about it many times, but my body is already acting by jumping up and getting into the shower.Once outside I corroborate that the hair removal lasts me in good condition and I moisturize the skin with creams, which I do too quickly since there are only ten minutes left. I go back to my room and mom talks to me the moment I move from the bathroom to my room.“Everything okay?”Keep the light on. Apparently that book is very interesting."I love that you read, Mom," I tell her before I go into my room so I don't yell at her

I feel dirty.I feel like everything smells like cum, saliva and sex. Black gets rid of the used condom and pulls disposable clothes out of the glove compartment, offering me one.“Thank you,” I say. “Well prepared, eh.”"You never know," he says, getting my heart to receive a little narcissistic wound.He got the car loaded with condoms, lube, and cleaning clothes. He also offers me a peppermint pill that I accept immediately. How many girls have already passed by your car, without being able to resist this cute snatch?I look out the window."Well," he mutters, " has this round been enough?”I have to admit that I thought the sex thing was just a necessary stop and he had in mind to take me somewhere for us to talk or because he had the intentions of spending time with me other than just fucking against the upholstery of his car.But here it ends, yes."Your mother," he insists, "will kill me if I don't return you soon."I gulp in search of releasing the knot that is tied to my thro