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The CEO's Slave - Chapter 31

A year is a complete cycle in the corporate world. It is enough time for a strategic plan to bear its first fruits or wither on the vine. Time for a promotion, a dismissal, for silent realignments of power in the corridors. For Lara Silva, a year was the time it took to learn to breathe a different air.She still worked at Mirage, but the seventh floor was now a landscape she observed from a new angle. Her promotion to Senior Brand Strategy Manager had not been a gift, nor a victory solely her own. It had been a complex chess move, with pieces she herself had helped move, with a discreet influence that came from above—but which no longer felt like control, rather like a favorable wind at her back. Her new office was small, with a window facing the backs of other buildings, but it was hers. In it, there was no ghost of Calleb. There were her books, a plant stubbornly surviving, and the peace of knowing that every decision made there, however minor, was entirely her own.Her relationshi

I Want to Hear You Say It - Chapter 1

The bookstore café smelled of dark roasted beans, old paper, and a faint trace of vanilla drifting from the pastries displayed in the refrigerated case. It was one of those slow Thursday afternoons when the city seemed to decide to breathe more deliberately: the traffic outside was a distant murmur, the late-afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows and painted golden stripes across the worn wooden floor.Maya sat at the table next to the contemporary photography shelf, the spot she always chose because from there she could watch the entrance without looking like she was waiting for anyone. The book open in front of her was a collection of Nan Goldin’s black-and-white portraits—naked bodies, rumpled sheets, gazes that seemed to know too much. But she wasn’t reading. Or rather: her eyes slid over the images, but her mind was somewhere else. For seven minutes—she had counted mentally—she had felt an insistent weight at the back of her neck, as though someone had rested a palm there

I Want to Hear You Say It - Chapter 2

Four days dragged by as though time had decided to stretch each second just to test their patience. Maya arrived first, as she had the previous time. Same table beside the photography shelf, same chair that gave a faint creak when she sat down. This time, though, the book stayed closed inside her bag. There was no longer any need for pretense. She knew he would come. And he knew she knew.The café was emptier than the previous Thursday. It was Monday, end of the workday for most people, and the bookstore felt like a secret kept only for those who still had reasons to linger. The late-afternoon light came in weaker, filtered through clouds that threatened rain, and the pendant lamps had already been switched on, casting warm amber circles across the wooden floor.Maya wore a long-sleeved black blouse with a subtle V-neck that ended exactly where imagination began to run wild. Dark jeans, fitted enough to trace her curves without shouting for attention. Short black leather ankle boots.

I Want to Hear You Say It - Chapter 3

The commercial building on Avenida Paulista felt almost ghostly after eight at night. The wide corridors, which during the day echoed with hurried heels and cellphone conversations, now stood silent, lit only by emergency fluorescent lights that cast a cold, bluish tone over the marble floor. Most companies had already turned off their lights; only a few floors still showed lit windows, like solitary eyes in a sleeping building.Maya left the office on the 12th floor later than she had intended. A meeting that dragged on because of an indecisive client, a report that needed to be reviewed before dawn. She pressed the elevator button with her thumb still warm from the pen, her body carrying the accumulated tension of the day. She wore a dark gray envelope dress, fitted at the waist, with a discreet but deep enough neckline to remind everyone that, even at work, she wasn’t just a professional. Medium black heels, crossbody bag over her shoulder. Hair tied in a low, loose bun, a few stra

I Want to Hear You Say It - Chapter 4

The key turned in the lock with a dry, familiar click. Eric opened the apartment door and stepped aside, letting Maya enter first. The air inside was warm, laden with scents that seemed to have accumulated over years: freshly brewed coffee mixed with the aroma of old wood from the bookshelves, aged paper from the books, a faint touch of sandalwood incense that he sometimes burned to mask the lingering smell of old cigarette smoke still clinging to the curtains. It wasn’t a large apartment, but it had soul—walls lined with shelves that reached the ceiling, a worn brown leather sofa, a dining table that doubled as a desk, and tall windows overlooking the rooftops of Osasco, where the city lights blinked like fallen stars.Maya stopped just inside the entrance. Without a word, she slipped off her low black heels and lined them up carefully beside the door. Eric didn’t ask. She simply did it. A small but intimate gesture—as if she already knew that shoes were unnecessary inside, that the

I Want to Hear You Say It - Chapter 5

Maya lay on her side, back to Eric, her body relaxed in the pleasurable exhaustion of the previous night. Her skin still marked here and there—soft red imprints on her hips where his fingers had gripped, a rosy line on her neck where his beard had rubbed insistently.Eric had woken first, as he always did when he spent the night with someone. He didn’t move much. He simply watched. Right arm folded under his head, left arm stretched across the mattress, the tip of his index finger tracing slow spirals on her back. Starting at the base of her neck, descending along her spine in ever-widening circles, then climbing back up, as if drawing an invisible labyrinth on her still-warm skin. Maya was no longer asleep, but she pretended. She liked the feeling of being observed without being pressured to respond.The silence was comfortable, broken only by the distant rumble of a car on the street below and the almost inaudible tick-tock of a wall clock in the living room. Eric broke the silence

The Forbidden Cousin - Chapter 1

Kethlen’s car came to a soft, creaking stop in front of the familiar iron gate, the one that marked the boundary between the real world and the sanctuary of her memories. Her grandmother’s house, a grand old mansion from the previous century that stubbornly refused to yield to time, stood imposingly at the end of the dirt road. The golden, lazy light of late afternoon bathed its stone walls and the weathered wood already worn by sun and rain. The garden, once impeccable, had grown a little wild, with climbing rose bushes sprawling without their former discipline—a unwitting metaphor for Kethlen’s own state of mind.She stepped out of the car, stretching her tired body after the long drive. The air of the Minas Gerais countryside filled her lungs: damp earth, wild grass, and a faint trace of nostalgia.The key should be under the large ceramic pot to the right of the door, as it had always been. Even when she was in the city, her grandmother kept the rituals. Kethlen crouched down, the

The Forbidden Cousin - Chapter 2

He didn’t step aside. He stayed right where he was, allowing her to squeeze past him, his body a solid, hot barrier. Kethlen held her breath, every sense on high alert, every nerve in her body humming with sharp awareness of how close he was. For one wild instant, she imagined stepping back, pressing her spine against that broad chest and feeling those strong arms wrap around her waist.Then the moment passed. She was in the entrance hall, the cold stone floor beneath her feet a stark contrast to the heat now flooding her body. The house smelled of polished wood, wilted flowers, and the past.“Vó didn’t warn me,” she said, turning to face him, trying to regain some composure.Gael closed the door slowly, the sound of the latch echoing in the quiet room. He turned and leaned back against it, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, the motion pulling the fabric even tighter over the obvious bulge between his legs. Kethlen couldn’t help a quick glance, registering the defined outline

The Forbidden Cousin - Chapter 3

He turned, grabbing a wooden spoon. “It’s just metal and engines, nothing glamorous like your projects.”“Glamour is overrated,” she shot back, and their eyes met. The air between them seemed to thicken, grow hotter. He took a step toward her, and Kethlen’s instinct was to retreat, but her feet stayed rooted to the floor.“Is it?” he whispered, moving close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body again. He raised his hand, and for one electrifying moment, she thought he was going to touch her. Instead, he reached for a knife from the block beside her, his fingers brushing hers in a fleeting graze. A shiver raced up her entire arm. “I think everyone likes a little shine, Keth. Even if it’s only on the surface.”He stepped back to the counter, leaving her there trembling, the point of contact where his fingers had touched burning like fire. She stared at her own hands, then slid one of them discreetly downward, over the fabric of her skirt, pressing against the warm fles

The Forbidden Cousin - Chapter 4

The dinner was being prepared in a choreography of bodies that danced to avoid touching each other. She was in charge of the salad, chopping vegetables on the cutting board next to him. The closeness was a delicious torment. She felt the heat radiating from his arm, saw the way the muscles in his back moved under his T-shirt when he turned to grab the salt. The air was thick with him, with his scent mixed with the food—a primitive, arousing combination.“Remember the time we tried to build a treehouse in the backyard?” Gael asked, breaking the tense silence with a thread of nostalgia.Kethlen let out a genuine laugh, the alcohol already beginning to loosen her limbs and her caution.“I remember. And you fell off the branch and broke your arm. Grandma was furious.”“It was worth it. I spent the whole summer with you doing my schoolwork and feeding me grapes,” he laughed, a rich, warm sound that made something inside her melt. “You were my personal slave.”“I was just a fool who felt so

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