Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I should look at that woman as a niece.Heitor’s daughter.My best friend.That’s how I had always seen her.With each step Maria Vitória took toward my desk, I couldn’t look away from her eyes. A wave of discomfort and guilt swept over me. Heitor would never forgive me. I couldn’t forgive myself.Realizing that Mavi and Maria Vitória were the same person made me angry with myself. But what could we do?I watched every dragging step she took in my direction. When she extended her small, delicate hand, I feared she might go even further in this madness and actually call me “uncle.” That would be sickening to me.Her hand trembled.Heitor was still watching from a distance. I took her hand in greeting, unable to look away from her eyes.What had we done?"How are you, Maria Vitória?" I tried to smile, but it was forced. I felt tense. I never imagined that one day I’d be with another woman... only to find out she might be my best friend’s daughter."Fine..." she replied shakily, the smil

I looked towards the door as Heitor left. Maria Vitória had already gone ahead, her hurried steps revealing more than just urgency; it seemed like she was running away. Running from me, perhaps. Or from both of us.Luiza was still talking about the schedule changes when I subtly waved her off, trying to get back into the rhythm that the day demanded of me."Alright, Luiza. Send her in. We’re not changing the schedule just for anyone."My voice was firm, but inside, everything felt out of place. I tried to maintain the usual normalcy, even though it no longer made much sense.Heitor didn’t show up again that day. At least not in the morning. And although Maria Vitória didn't give any signs, the image of Mavi, the girl from before, kept coming back.What should I do? Should I talk to Heitor? Sit down and clear everything up? It seemed like the right thing to do. But... after that, what would happen to us? Was there space for honesty without everything falling apart?I got up from my chai

It was Saturday. I had no surgeries scheduled, nor any urgent work to do, but going to my office seemed like the perfect escape. I didn’t want to deal with Maria Clara’s demands, but I also didn’t want to hurt her by saying I still didn’t feel comfortable touching her. The memory of her in that bed, with another man, still hurt more than I wanted to admit.“Are you not coming?” I took a deep breath as I heard Heitor cross the door like a ghost, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of green shorts with a subtle print. “Alex, you’re my best friend. And besides some neighbors and the hospital staff, I have no one else to talk to.”I set aside the agenda, trying to ignore any monotony in my life. Heitor’s words seemed distant. I could barely keep up. I didn’t remember where I was supposed to be, or where to go. The days still felt the same.“If you tell me... where and when?”Heitor threw himself onto the couch, clearly frustrated.“What do you mean, ‘where,’ Alex? I invited you to Maria Vit

No, not her, we're not talking about her here. “ I was still staring at Mavi, fighting that damn possessiveness that was eating me up inside. I hated the way jealousy consumed me, the way desire insisted on taking hold, even when everything in me was screaming at me to back off. “You should buy her one of these.” Maria Vitória walked to the mirror. The light reflected off his skin; That red thong bikini left little to the imagination. She fixed the half-done bun on her head and I looked away. I felt weak, terribly attracted to what I wasn't even supposed to want. I never lost control, but with her... It was different. "You'd better go ahead, uncle." The ironic intonation hit me hard.I picked up the white clothes from the floor and threw them over her body. "Go ahead. After all, it's your party." She picked up the shorts with that short smile, full of something I couldn't name yet, but I could feel. It's not over. I could have sworn it. She took the shorts in her hands and put them

I didn't want to be that, no.I wouldn't accept being a bitch in a married man's life, but that's what I was being.The tears came down in regret, I tried, but my body failed, miserably because I wanted it so much. I was surprised by all the sensations while Alexandre penetrated me, I could feel every line of his cock as I entered, my body longed for his, in every gesture, movement, in a malicious madness in which I knew it would have consequences. He left the room, and the tears that were of pleasure mingled with regret. After some time, I went downstairs seeing people walking around the house. I tried to stay there, present at the party, no matter how much every part of me screamed to run away. I didn't want to disappoint Liz, nor my father. They had spent time, energy, maybe even affection, to organize everything. And in a way, I felt indebted to them. My mind still wandered on both of us in the room, the fit of our bodies, the way their movements gave me pleasure, and how easily