บททั้งหมดของ MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Within just a few weeks of classes, a long holiday weekend was spreading through the city. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to visit my father. Meanwhile, Ana Liz kept sending me messages saying she missed me. As for me, I just wanted to escape the tension that had marked the beginning of the school term.I got stuck with a demanding supervisor, I thought, remembering the woman who seemed to take pleasure in competing with the interns. On top of that, I had been assigned to an internship in the “Complexo do Alemão,” a violent community no one wanted to face.I decided four days would be enough time to get away from everything. I packed my bags in a hurry, without giving Ana Liz any notice. I wanted to surprise her, but at the same time, I felt welcomed and loved. There was an insatiable desire within me to know more about him — even though I couldn’t ask directly, not my father, not my stepmother, even if I barely saw him.I got on the bus, thoughts swirling, trying to hide the unc

I wanted more than just a night out. More than seeing new faces or dancing until I forgot.I wanted to live.Maybe even reinvent myself for a few hours.But the friendships in the town where I was born and raised had always been limited.I wasn’t sure I could trust Ana Liz to look after me that night.Then again, I had managed to take care of myself so far.And that was enough.We headed toward the bedrooms.Ana Liz opened the wardrobe with excitement, as if it were some secret ritual.She showed me dresses that, honestly, barely covered certain parts of the body.It wasn’t what I wanted.It had never been my wish to draw attention — I just needed to exist in peace.I chose the most discreet one: a black dress covered in subtle sequins, with a V neckline between the breasts.My black high heels still fit.I did light makeup, just enough to feel a little less invisible in the mirror.When I stepped out of the room, Ana Liz was already ready.She wasn’t just wearing a dress — she wore a

I didn’t know why Ana Liz had told my father we were going to a party. During the afternoon by the pool, my body was already begging for a bed, silence, maybe some hot soup and the warmth of a blanket. But to please my stepmother, I wore white. A light fabric dress, with an open back, that seemed made to be torn off.Black heels, golden accessories, bold makeup. Walking around the city seemed harmless, maybe a movie, a bucket of popcorn, and little conversation. What I really didn’t want was to deal with Alexandre’s eyes. Not tonight. Not again. He was too much for me.But thinking about him, wet, leaning against the pool’s edge, his eyes half-closed and his chest heaving, made my hand choose the red lipstick. That color tasted like danger. As I left the room, I went to Ana Liz’s — she was still struggling with her eyeliner. Somehow, I knew what she was doing: maybe trying to convince my father she wasn’t available. But how long would that act last?And I… I wasn’t any different with

I could barely stand on my legs when I left the bathroom. My knees were still weak, my entire body in a state of shock. Not from fear — but from that sweet dizziness that comes after ecstasy. My heart was beating fast, as if I had run a marathon... or was running away from myself.I rested one hand on the wall, trying to catch my breath. My sex was still throbbing, hot, sensitive. And the feeling of his mouth there — hungry, desperate — went through me like an electric current.What had I done?Or worse... what had he done to me?I put my hand to my mouth, and a laugh escaped before I could stop it. A nervous, almost incredulous laugh. At myself. At us. At all of it. As if I had just committed a delicious crime. A mistake... worth repeating.Still out of breath, I walked back to the open area, where the music was pulsing and muffled conversations filled the air. The party continued as if nothing had happened — and, deep down, that was what was driving me crazy. The world kept spinning

A group of guys got into the elevator, talking loudly about soccer. They greeted us with a good night, and I answered in a hoarse voice, trying hard to hide the erection that was growing uncontrollably inside my pants.Relief only came when we reached the twelfth floor.I grabbed her hand, pulling it quickly, almost trembling as I tried to get the key out of my pocket. As soon as the apartment door opened, I pulled Maria Vitória inside and took her mouth like a starving man — without pause, without permission. I lowered my hand between her legs, touching her.She entered first, tripping over her own feet, laughing with that mocking gleam in her eyes that consumed me from the inside out. The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed like a gunshot in the tense silence of the apartment.I threw the keys on the living room table with unnecessary force.“Was it fun for you?” I said, my voice lower than necessary, but full of meaning.She spun on her heels, her hair still disheveled and