Chapter 3 No more than mine

away, I saw Agatha leave, we rejoined the group and started dancing again. Yanca approached me, making me drink from her glass, she made her move and then kissed me, in my head, it was just a party, but Yanca didn't let go of me, and I hated clingy women. I left her in the living room with my glass, I looked for the bathroom until I found it, when I was going to open the door, it was opened by Agatha. We stared at each other without moving a finger, my eyes ran over her body, her dress was white and wet, her hard and perky nipples were exposed in the transparent dress. Her black skin shone in the light, my body automatically moved and when I took a step forward, she took a step back. I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Agatha pulled me against the cold wall. I pressed my body against hers, bringing my hands to her legs and moving up, feeling her curves to her hips while I stared at her mouth. We heard Ivy knocking on the door. She was talking to herself. Agatha tried to leave, but I stopped her. "You're not leaving here before I taste those lips." I said seriously, touching her lower lip with my thumb. "I thought you were in a relationship with Yanca." "You didn't think when you pulled me into the bathroom. I know you want this too." "What can tell you for sure that I want it?" I squeezed her ass, making it vibrate. Her hand, which was on my shoulder, squeezed me. She bit her lip, looking at my mouth, and let out a sigh. This woman was driving me crazy, and I wanted her right now. I got closer to her mouth, brushing our lips against each other. Her sighs drove me crazy. She could feel how hard I was just from that contact, because my body was pressing hers against the wall. Without waiting any longer, I invaded her mouth with my tongue, starting the kiss. Agatha ran her nails down the back of my neck before tangling her fingers in my hair. It was like a shock to my body. I had kissed many women, each more beautiful than the last, but it was the first time I had gotten excited before kissing a woman. Agatha made me want her just by being near her. She broke the kiss when she ran out of breath. I kissed her neck, going from her ear to her shoulder. When the moment was getting hotter, we heard Kalie, the host of the party, knock on the door. "Miguel, are you there? If so, Ivy is feeling sick. Can you help us?" "Damn it!" I muttered softly, wanting to scream in anger. "Go on, she drank too much." I glared at Agatha angrily. I didn't want to stop, and neither did she. It wasn't her fault, but it was a turn-off. "Miguel." Kalie insisted. I opened the door without answering, and went to the living room accompanied by Kalie. Ivy was crying, lying on the floor, hugging her with a heel. I picked her up and went towards the door. "Let me know when you're here, brother," said Otávio. He opened the door and we said goodbye. I took Ivy to the car. The driver took us home and helped me control my drunk sister. Ivy always cries when she gets drunk, all of this because of an ex she never got over. At home, I took Ivy to her room. She fell asleep when we arrived. I left her in bed, took off her heels, and covered her with a blanket. Before going to my room, I went to Ayra's room and saw her sleeping soundly. Everyone was in bed. I went to my room and after a cold shower, I fell asleep. Chapter 4 At dawn I woke up to the sound of my cell phone's alarm. My head was about to explode, but what made me feel better was knowing that I wasn't the only one. After getting ready, I found Ayra and Ivy at the table having breakfast, while Ayra chattered like a parrot, Ivy held her head and drank black coffee wearing sunglasses. "Good morning!" I said, kissing Ayra and then sitting down. "Good morning, daddy." "Please don't yell," Ivy said. "Have you taken any medicine?" "I didn't take all of them because they didn't let me." "You need to stop drinking like this, haven't you gotten over that guy yet?" "I don't want to talk about it." "You never want to, Ivy, but there comes a time when you have to talk and get him out of your life." "Have you talked to anyone about what happened in your marriage? Don't talk about my problems as if you didn't have your own." "We're talking about you, don't change the subject just to get away." "And why not talk about yourself? Leave me alone, Miguel, not even you got over Úrsula." "Shut up!" "See how good it feels to touch a sore spot?" "Is daddy mad?" - Ayra asked, her eyes brimming with tears. - No, Ayra, I'm not angry. I left the table before I got more stressed out. I went to the company with my blood boiling in my veins. Arguing with Ivy was always a never-ending soap opera. At the company, I found Lorena waiting for me next to the elevator. We went in and she gave me the day's agenda. - You only have one meeting in the afternoon, but it won't be at the company. It will be at your favorite Italian restaurant. - Is the morning free? - No, Miss Ivy asked me to add an interview to the agenda, and after that you can visit the bridge construction site. - Interview? - Yes, the candidate for your daughter's nanny. - I forgot. Has she arrived yet? - No, sir. - When she arrives, send her in. - Yes, sir. I went to my office and reviewed the marketing plan that was on my desk. The shareholders were quick to respond and the marketing was perfect. I sent the approval by email, Lorenza called me to let me know the candidate had arrived, I asked her to come in and I waited. Agatha Parker An interview was scheduled and I only needed one thing: a suitable outfit. The bed was already full of clothes, I didn't know which one I should wear, the nervousness was already taking over my nerves and the hangover was killing me. "Agatha, are you ready?" Kalie shouted from the bedroom door. "Not yet," I replied, opening the door. "Are you still wearing a towel? You'll be late like that." "I know, but I can't decide." "My head is going to explode," she said, throwing herself on top of the clothes on the bed. "No more than mine." "Do you want to borrow an outfit?" "No, I just need something that matches and is serious enough to get me hired." "I'll help you." Kalie looked through my closet, tried to match a few pieces, I put on what she handed me, a gray tailored set, pants and a button-down vest. After I got dressed, I hurried to put on my heels, grabbed my bag and said goodbye to Kalie. "Wish me luck," I shouted, running down the hall. "THE JOB IS YOURS!" I repeated Kalie's words as I drove my red car that my father had given me, a long story, but one that entertained me and brought me back to the past. "Forget the past, Agatha, you're a new woman, with a new life and you don't need them," I said to myself and wiped away a tear that had fallen. When I arrived at the interview location, I entered the parking lot and after