Semua Bab MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Maria Vitória got into my car hesitantly as I tried to maintain a formal posture — older man, some sort of surrogate uncle, the man I was still trying to be. But there was something in her nature — soft, calm, yet provocative — that made me relive moments from the past few days.For her, everything seemed normal. She sat beside me in jeans, brown boots, and a red shirt, appearing serene. But her mind wandered, her thoughts distant, perhaps it was a relief for both of us.I noticed her discomfort when I lightly touched her knee while shifting gears. She looked at me and swallowed hard. In a brief exchange of glances, we both knew: we were feeling the same thing.It was a hot, almost uncontrollable desire, but we tried to suppress it out of respect for the people we loved. She didn’t say anything, though her lips were slightly parted. I diverted my gaze, focusing on the road, on the ebb and flow of traffic.We reached the hospital. It felt like escaping from ourselves. Still hesitant, l

The rest of the afternoon became a tragedy. I couldn’t process or understand what had happened with Maria Clara, and worst of all: the certainty that it was all my fault.The technician came to my office to inform me that the patient was ready. I nodded absentmindedly, and an hour later, the same information was passed to me again. I felt like I was in a trance, glued to the chair as if time didn’t exist. The worst part was realizing that Heitor didn’t even cross that door during the day.I postponed the surgery, considering myself incapable of operating. That night, when I got home, Maria Clara was already there in her white satin nightgown, with a robe on top, impeccable as if nothing had happened. I was afraid to approach her. The memories of the afternoon invaded me: her pulling my pants, smearing saliva on her hand to lubricate herself... I felt dirty, invaded by something that, until yesterday, was routine."What happened? Are you really fed up with Heitor?" Her question shook m

The morning was coming to an end when I arrived at the cafeteria.Maria Vitória was simply enchanting. Her skin was glowing, her eyes too, and although I knew the reason for all of that was her father, I could barely control my mind.My best friend's daughter was my most inappropriate desire.She choked at the possibility of accompanying me to surgeries, coughing and drinking water, fighting against fear — and maybe, against the fear of being alone with me.I would never cross my limits. In my mind, they should be well established."Not today. It's her first day here. Too early to see blood." It could be traumatizing for Maria Vitória.She nodded, although I suspected her fears were different. The exposed fragility pleased me. I didn’t want obscenities, and she didn’t seem to want them either.At least, that’s what her behavior conveyed."As you prefer. If you think it's better to protect her, we’ll have plenty of days ahead to explore the hospital," Heitor said, enjoying his meal.Th

The days simply passed by.I decided not to respond. Not to provoke. Not to mess up Maria Vitória’s life even more. What I felt… I kept it locked inside. My desires, my longings, stayed in the dark, where supposedly no one could reach them.But it was impossible to ignore her.Her smile was a silent invitation. A magnet. And no matter how much I turned my face away, my eyes always returned. As if they belonged to her. And the most unsettling thing was realizing that she also looked. Sometimes from afar, in the corridor, or even in the dining area, between trays and muffled voices... our gazes would meet.Even if only for seconds.I knew it wasn’t right. That I couldn’t. And yet, the desire for those eyes — brown, curious, intense — and for those lips only grew. Every day. Every tiny interaction.On Saturday, I arrived early at the hospital. Another ordinary day, I thought. But something was in the air. Conversations in the corridors carried a certain tone of farewell. I overheard loos

I didn’t want to cling to Alexandre, nor did I want to show any closeness between us. Besides... that would do little good.I gathered all the talks from the beginning, and although I was alone since Isis didn’t show up, and neither did Thiago, I was able to appreciate every second of the lecture. Alexandre’s experiences... he’s admirable. And not just as a doctor, but as a human being.My father seems to be the luckiest man in the world for having him as his best friend.I walked toward Alexandre’s car with my heart racing. He seemed different. Maybe because he wasn’t in his element.“You should’ve told me you study at a federal university,” he said as soon as we left the campus.“And what difference does that make?” I replied.“I don’t know. I believe there’s some difference in the curriculum when you study at a federal university.”I didn’t feel comfortable. And even though I tried to control my desire to look at him, it seemed far beyond what I could resist.“Do you really think s