Semua Bab MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Maria Vitória had more layers than she appeared to at first. Fleeing an abusive stepfather, caught in a conflicted relationship with her mother, trying to readjust to a new life... During a conversation with Hélio, I learned that she intended to start working. Perhaps that was what brought her to Heitor—not for a simple outing, but as an escape from that suffocating situation.I took a cold shower after Mavi left the bathroom. When I came out, I saw her sitting in the armchair, staring into space. She felt guilty. I grabbed a shirt from my suitcase and gently threw it toward her."Go take a shower. If you prefer, try to rest." But who could sleep?I couldn’t stop thinking about the brutality of that man. He spoke to her as if she were his property, as if she owed him obedience, even in the face of the most absurd and insane orders.She went into the bathroom. In the silence that followed, I tried calling Heitor. I wanted to tell him everything. I dialed his number, but no one answered

The day had turned bright—too bright. Light pierced through the curtains with an insolence I wasn’t prepared to face. The sun, sovereign and indifferent, crushed the darkness of the previous night, bringing with it the weight of what we had done. It trampled the shadows with a harshness that struck me like a blow.I felt the pain first. The bruises still throbbed, as if my body was trying to remind me of everything that had happened. But that wasn’t what truly woke me. It was the emptiness beside me. Her absence filled the room in a way so tangible I could almost reach out and touch it. And then, the memories came, dragging with them the intensity of the night before.Her face beneath mine. Mavi’s half-lidded eyes, caught between pleasure and confusion. Her body arching against me, as if she belonged to me. As if she were mine alone. That night, that moment—it wasn’t just another encounter. Not to me. And no matter how much I tried to escape the thought, the image branded itself in my

After having her again, after everything we said we wouldn't do, I just wanted to silence the voice in my head that kept repeating a name that shouldn't have been there: Hector.I sat on the mattress, still naked, gathering up my clothes. My body muscles were tired but satisfied. I could hear the soft sounds of her moving around in the bathroom. I dressed slowly, feeling pain in random parts of my body, reflections of the confusion of the previous night. The water stopped, and a few minutes later she appeared through the door. I turned around, leaving behind the view of other buildings through the window. For a second, I lost my breath.The loose white jean shorts, almost falling off her hips. A black Harry Potter t-shirt, which looked even darker against her damp skin. Her hair tied up on top of her head, with a few unruly strands falling down her neck. White flip-flops on her feet, as if nothing about her screamed danger, and everything about her did.She saw me watching her, my eye

I didn’t even know what was happening to me. While Maria Vitória slept in my arms, I realized there was more than desire between us—there was an invisible and dangerous bond. But I knew: by morning, all of it would have to end.She had fallen asleep resting on my chest, her face peaceful, and for a moment, I almost allowed myself to forget the world. But then the phone vibrated somewhere in the room. The silence was so deep that any noise sounded like a scream.I ignored the first calls. The next ones, insistent, sliced through the air and the little peace that remained. I got up slowly and found the phone on the table. I hesitated before touching the screen—if it was Heitor, it would bring a string of questions; any other name would be just a detail.But the name that appeared in blue was no detail. It was Marcelo.Besides the calls, the messages started to arrive:"You’re mine.""Come home now, or you’ll regret it.""Are you gonna make me go around looking for you like a damn dog? P

It was another one of those nights where silence spoke more than any pretty phrase. The kind of night where the city seems to still be alive on the outside, but everything inside drags on like a body without a soul. Heitor was slumped in the chair on the porch like a man on the verge of collapse. A little tie hanging from his pants pocket, a gray shirt half-wrinkled, and he looked like he hadn't slept well in weeks.I poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to him. His eyes were sunken, distant. That expression of someone carrying something between their teeth and not knowing whether to spit or swallow."Did Ana Liz travel?" I asked, just to break the weight in the air.He nodded slowly, without even looking at me."To the countryside. He said he needed air. I just let him. I didn't even argue."His voice came out dry, without the slightest defense. I almost felt sorry for him. As if I didn't know all the dirt he had behind his back."Are you in that phase?" I commented, as if I