All Chapters of Vegas Hangover: A Husband and a baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ANDREIA I stare at the pile of paperwork on my desk, putting a hand to the back of my neck as I feel the onset of a headache. Damn it. It seems the world decided to get angry at me that day. First thing in the morning, I woke up after falling out of bed, my favorite high heel broke the moment I stepped out of the car when I arrived at work, and despite these red flags that the day was reserved for every kind of shit, instead of turning back, getting in the car, and driving aimlessly until it passed, I did not. I was a damn O'Connor, of Irish descent, and I never ran from anything. So, I squared my shoulders, took off my heels, and walked in barefoot. My black tights protected my feet as best they could from the waxed wooden floor, but I could still feel the cold. I passed through the open area of the club, saw Yang, the Japanese guy, cleaning the lifeless bar that would be illuminated with a soft, warm blue light at night. I see him give a humorless smile when he sees me and g

FERNANDA "... so what do you think? Nanda?" Miranda asked, pulling me from my daydreams. I blinked a few times, returning to reality, and turned my attention to her. That was when I realized the scenery around me. Only then did I startle. Since when did I get in that car? I looked around, astonished. Jesus! The company vanished! I turned to Miranda, ready to ask what the hell happened, where the company was, and how on earth we were in a car heading to who knows where, but I stopped myself. Miranda's eyes were narrowed, and her forehead was wrinkled in concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, taking her hand off the steering wheel and touching my forehead. After checking my temperature, she put her hand back on the wheel. "You are spacing out." Should I lie, or opt for the truth? Depending on the answer, I felt it would cost me a lot, so I chose the one that suited me best. "I am... I just have a lot on my mind." "Hmm..." Her eyes scanned my face for a brief moment; her attent

MARLON Of all the ways I imagined the topics to be discussed at lunch, it ended up exceeding my expectations. First of all, Emma was not there, which besides being wonderful was worrying because I had no idea what was being plotted at that exact minute. But not letting myself get carried away by worry, the lunch went wonderfully well, the mood was light and irrelevant, and to top it off with a golden key, my father decided to surprise me. I simply could not believe it! But there it was, right in front of me, everything I ever dreamed of and now needed more than anything to put into practice what I planned to get rid of Manuela. But the question that would not be silenced was: Why? I stared at the papers on the table with a knot forming in my throat. I ran my hand over it and tried to clear my thoughts. My father was passing the presidency of Wenecker Enterprise to me. Everything I dreamed of and worked for was about to come true, and all I had to do was sign the transfer papers.

LORENZO At the end of the interview, I evaluated the profile of the last candidate: a blonde with icy blue eyes that looked more like sharp blades as she stared at me resolutely, and she was the one who caught my attention the most. I walked around her, evaluating her body. Her blonde hair was short, three fingers below her shoulders. She was tall, probably about five foot eight, thin, a serious demeanor for an angelic face, a round, firm ass, and narrow hips. She definitely did not have kids. Well, that is good. Having kids while working in this kind of career was complicated... I stopped in front of her. Her beauty was indeed enchanting, but those stormy eyes said otherwise; the devil hiding in the shadows was lurking, ready to be unleashed. The mocking smile she gave, and her superior look of someone who does not get rattled, was of a natural dominatrix. I grabbed the folder with her data: her health insurance, exams, age, name; in short, everything I needed to know about her

MIRANDA "You look beautiful," complimented Chloe, one of the receptionists. Morgana seemed shocked by the change in Nanda's look. Although it was not such a radical change. After all, Fernanda was always beautiful, but her new haircut and simple yet beautiful makeup only served to highlight what she already had. After we separated from Andreia, we decided to spend the last forty-five minutes of our lunch break at Andreia's friend's salon, getting a makeover. And as always, Frances never let anyone down; he did an excellent job! Besides trimming the split ends of Fernanda's hair and lightening it, he gave it volume and life; after all, it was shiny and silky. The nude lipstick and the orange-toned eyeshadow highlighted her greenish-brown eyes. "Thank you," she muttered shyly. As soon as we approached our desks, she spoke hurriedly. "Wow, who would have thought that a little change in my look would attract five pickup lines from men who did not even look at my face before, and sin