Semua Bab Five: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I feel his breath on my face, his ragged breathing caressing my soul.“Sam… I… I love you so much…” I whisper, barely closing my drowsy eyes, as warm fingers brush through my hair.Just a few hours away from falling asleep, Sam’s unbearable alarm rips me from bed.“Time to wake up. Finally. We’re going to Black. We have to get inside, Estela, so I’m sorry, but you’ll have to pretend to be an intern. I already made some calls, there won’t be any problems…”“What?” I ask, my brain still reprogramming itself for the day after only a few hours of sleep.I get up, rubbing my eyes, and a cold shower revives me.I get ready as best I can, and we leave.On the way, Sam gives me an extra-strong coffee and rambles a bit.“Find Drake, try to get information from him. Logan is very dangerous; Mónica is at risk,” he insists, making me even more anxious. I have to sneak into a university undercover.When Sam parks, the student atmosphere brings a wave of nostalgia: kids on campus, music in the dist

I fall silent for a moment, processing her words; I run my hands over my tear-stained eyes and press my lips together.‘He asked me to have dinner with him, supposedly to explain something to me,’ I murmur, my expression softening slightly.‘And who is Marcos?’‘What… were you listening behind the door?’ I ask suddenly, trying to defuse the tension of the moment.“Well… wolf ears,” he explains, pointing to his ears.“Marcos was my boyfriend, the son of his company’s director. He was the perfect boy from a good family, hard-working and kind-hearted… he was a bloody idiot, a real nuisance,” I recall, bitterly remembering his unpleasant kisses, ignoring his failed attempts to even give me an orgasm.“Then don’t worry about a thing, go to the dinner and find out more about your past.”I obey and feel calmer, barely breathing between the sobs that haven’t yet completely subsided.“Fancy finishing what we started?” Sam asks, touching my lips with his thumb, slowly running it down to my lowe

I continue walking backwards toward the condominium. An unsettling coldness runs through my body as I think of Sam, but I push away his sky-flavored kisses, his life-colored eyes, and the way he lifts me into paradise in intimacy.I have to hurry. I’m sure he’ll come for me before I leave, so I get ready as fast as my hands allow.The shower is so quick I barely manage to rinse my face.I open the closet in anger, resting one hand on the door as I think… think whether I should dress for dinner and a bar, or if I should calm down and just go see my father.Suddenly I remember the “she” got involved and the “he” gave in about Natali, her look of acceptance begging to get her way, and rage takes over my movements.I pull out the black dress with contempt, thigh-length for a bar, long sleeves for dinner, and a plunging neckline in case I decide to attend both.Time is running fast, so I lower my head, tie my hair into a high ponytail almost at the top of my head, put on my huge gold hoop

My heart tightens. Tears burst from my eyes like a river without a bed, and my breathing comes in broken gasps.“How?” I ask, devastated, as if I wanted his sharp words to pierce my heart once again.“You heard me. I’m not firing you out of respect for your father,” he snaps, depressed. He condemns me with his gaze and disappears.“Oh… and today you start working with us… Britanis,” he threatens from the door before leaving completely, showing me that his revenge will be imminent.His cold, cruel words punish me over and over again. I feel dirty. I can’t believe I actually slept with Mark, but I truly don’t remember. It’s impossible. I know I still carry his scent on my skin, but I have nothing more than that.Deep down, I want to trust my mental stability and the love I feel for Sam, so I will forget all of this and try to find the truth.I take an endless shower, washing my hair while my tears mix with the water. I hide my tired eyes with tons of makeup and get ready quickly.More d

Mark.“I took you to my room. I laid you down on my bed and I stopped to look at you for a while. Your alcohol-soaked body was exuding desire. You were mumbling something… I don’t know what it was.My body reacted on its own. I took off my clothes, exposing myself. I touched myself for a moment… we had made it. My hands slid over it, making it too hard. Then I got closer—to your body, your skin, your vulnerable soul.‘Take off your clothes,’ I ordered you.‘I’m going!’ you shouted back, laughing, barely standing as you swayed.Your marked breasts almost danced under the soft fabric of the black dress. I could almost see them. I was too aroused—like never before. My judgment was clouded, and it wasn’t because of the whiskey.‘Wait, stop. I’ll take it off for you,’ I stopped you when you lifted the fabric over your thighs almost to your intimacy and I could glimpse your underwear.I got closer and you lay down again. I brought my face to your mouth—burning, so hot it burned. I kissed yo