All Chapters of MY SISTER IS A NYMPHOMANIAC : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22D'Elodie's point of viewSitting at my office, the fingers gently touching the keyboard of my computer, I reread my CV one umpteenth time. Each line, each word, had to reflect the fierce years of work that had taken me so far. A doctorate in business management, a course of excellence, white nights spent analyzing strategies, economic models, market studies ... And yet, all this would be useless without a concrete opportunity. I wanted a job worthy of my diploma, a position that would allow me to exploit all my potential, all my passion. From a very young age, I had always been fascinated by management, organization, decision -making. I watched my father, who had a small business, take risks, negotiate, motivate his employees. I told myself that one day, too, I would be at the head of an ambitious project, that I would have the responsibility to prosper a business, to create opportunities, to bring value. But the reality was there. The diploma alone was not enough. Someon

Chapter 24: Inner conflictSamuel's point of viewI am lying on the bed, the still warm body of what we have just shared. Isabelle's scent floats in the air, an intoxicating feeling that remains stuck to my skin, which follows me to my thoughts. She is lying against me, almost peacefully asleep, her calm and relaxed face. I could get lost in this moment, let myself be carried away by this warmth, this carnal proximity that attracts me. But... But there is something that eats away at me, a discomfort that I cannot ignore. I close my eyes and let myself think of Élodie. Her sweet voice, her gestures full of this quiet elegance she has always had, her way of smiling, and the tenderness she gives off. I remember the last time we spent time together. Her eyes shone when she told me about her projects, her ambitions. She was so sincere, so full of life. And when she took me by the hand, looked at me with this admiration that touched me so much, I couldn't help but feel something different

Chapter 26Elodie's point of viewWhen Victor's assistant calls me to tell me that he is waiting for me upstairs, I feel a hint of excitement mixed with a hint of apprehension. This opportunity could be a real turning point in my career, and I intend to put all the odds on my side. I take a deep breath before entering his office. The place is even more impressive than in my memories. A sober but luxurious decor: deep shades, a huge ebony wooden office enthroned in the center, and a large picture window offering a panoramic view of the city. Then my eyes arise on him. Victor is there, sitting behind his desk, dressed in a perfectly cut three -piece suit. It is even more attractive than the last time, and I can't help but notice how his jaw contracts slightly before he offers me a brilliant smile. -I'm sorry I didn't call you back earlier, he said, leaning against his leather chair. I slowly shake my head. - It's not serious. - I was in China all week, I only returned yesterday e

Chapter 28Isabelle's point of viewI had the phone in hand, my fingers tightened around the handset, as if, grabbing it so hard, I could erase the pain from what had just happened. Samuel ... he had broken me. Not in a gentle way, or even in an elegant way, no. He had swung me with a dry blow, as we throw a waste. "I can't continue like this, Isabelle," he told me. "I am with Elodie ... I made an error with you."An error. A simple error. This is what I had become in Samuel's eyes. I was nothing more than an error. My heart was beating up, and I felt a deaf rage overwhelm me. How did he dare? How did he dare to throw me away, after all that we had shared? After all that I had given him? No, he couldn't do that to me. Not mine. I got up suddenly, my body trembling with anger. The air seemed too heavy around me. My thoughts got confused. He had taken me in his arms, had intoxicated with my kisses, let me believe that he had chosen me. And now, he rejected me for another. For Elodie.

Chapter 30From Elodie's point of viewThe figures, the documents, the calculations ... Everything had been chained at a crazy speed. I had plunged into work like a shipwrecked clinging to a buoy, trying to forget the storm that was raging inside me. But now that I had finished analyzing all the accounts and files that had been entrusted to me, I had no escape. I look at my watch: the time for the lunch break. I get up slowly, collect my phone and my bag, then go from my office. Barely I took a few steps in the corridor that I come face to face with Victor. He meets his arms and looks at me with an air heard. - It's been, it's time for you to tell me about what bothers you. I roll my eyes and mumble a "shit" in a low voice before sighing. - Okay, okay, I finally give in. He smiles, satisfied, and we head together towards the canteen. The place is lively, the employees are installed at different tables, some joyfully chatting, other concentrated on their plates. I mechanically