Chapter 2 My old life

Maria Eugênia — I ordered as soon as we entered the hotel room. An uneasiness settled in my chest when I

found myself parking in front of a luxury hotel in the region, but I couldn't take it to my house or I would fll that entire space with memories that would have to be forgotten as soon as the day dawned. — Magê. — For others, yes. For me it will always be Maria Eugênia. — My tone was more affected than normal, something.

that never happened. I enjoyed the anticipation, the game, the seduction itself, achieving my goal for the moment when I was ready to enjoy the pleasurable and engaging sex that would happen. I've never been the quickie guy. They were too carnal and banal to satisfy my desire for sex. Except when I was young and quantity was important. I didn't regret it since it was through this way of acting that I practiced, learned and understood how the female body had its nuances and all the ways in which it could give pleasure to the current partner. I watched Maria Eugênia open the buttons on the immaculate white shirt she was wearing.

She looked good in anything, but dress clothes were my weakness. There was that note of power permeated in his aura that stood out with the right attire. She pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt, removed. the lapels from her body, revealing lightly tanned skin, adorned in white lace lingerie, the perfect half-cup adorning her bust. A white line formed a triangle coming from her neck and was lost inside the piece near the strap. She loved the sun, she was always tanning, that's why her skin had that slightly golden glow. I felt saliva accumulate in my mouth, I was dying to run my tongue over all the marks of its original color. It was exciting.

—Now the skirt. — She moved her hands to the front buttons and stopped. — Are you just going to be in charge? I want something to enjoy too, Baby. That rubbish ridiculous nickname, which only made my dick.

throb more in my pants, because it was accompanied by the naughty and defant face that she always brought to the surface. I leaned on the small sideboard in the corner, I had ordered a bottle of champagne and also my double dose of whiskey. As Vinícius de Moraes would say, I was a “bottled dog”, and God knew I

needed a good friend to deal with the woman in front of me and the consequences of that night. I returned to reality feeling stupid for standing in the small space that connects the rooms. I marched straight to the elevator and punched the call button, somewhat irritated at my dispersion. I responded to some emails, not very important, on my cell phone, opened the messaging app and told Anabel that I was going down the street to get something to eat, but she would be present at the meeting. We organized a social and sustainable project for the construction of leisure and recreation areas in some communities in Rio de Janeiro. Tiago.

Anabel and I were committed to keeping Construtora Magalhães linked to serious and consistent.

philanthropy. This meeting was the kickoff for something big, a drastic change in the direction the construction company was heading, and we were perfectly aligned with this transformation. Leon had retired.

a year or so ago, Anabel took on the role of vice-president and still held the role of head of the BIM controller. department. After the blow suffered by her best friend, right after all the confusion two years ago, my sister. became even more determined at work and in making things happen. Anabel blossomed completely, her separation from Maria Eugênia and her relationship with Tiago was good for her growth, despite her always. complaining about how much the clumsy blonde was missed. She returned to Brazil exactly three times. during that time and I always found a way to travel for work on those occasions to avoid any contact. The night we spent together made my head snap out of my modus operandi. I never dated, but I always. maintained a few affairs, casual encounters, escorts to events and friendships with benefts. I was happy that. way, it worked well with my life. My focus, since I was very young, has always been to study, progress, honor. what my parents had left and take care of my sister. I didn't have time to get involved with anyone and until I

was twenty-eight I was used to it and happy with it, until that damn night. Having Maria Eugênia so close, after. what happened, awakened scenarios in my mind that seemed to work well. I was more than willing to take a chance on something completely new, with the craziest, most challenging woman I've ever met. I wanted. No. I craved more. It was becoming an obsession to get another moment like that, but she didn't seem so willing

when I called her one night and asked her out. Baby, it was just that one time, remember? You told me that. and I accepted it. I was angry at having my words thrown at me, but at that point I still didn't know how things. would turn out after the terrifying night we'd had. Maria Eugênia was new, my sister's best friend, I didn't want.

to cause discomfort that would mess up their routine and their relationship. The spell turned against the sorcerer and when I decided to look for her to talk face to face, like two adults, she was gone. The Atlanta program, which Anabel considered doing before taking on her position at the company, accepted the blonde elopement's request and we didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye. She's gone. I stayed. And now I would.

have to deal with her return due to my sister's wedding, who was her best friend and maid of honor along with me. I had no idea how things would go, two years without exchanging a single word, I just hoped we wouldn't. kill each other in the process. Chapter Two It would be a nine and a half hour fight, apart from the almost.

three hours I spent at Atlanta airport and the time it would take to collect all my luggage and fnd a car as quickly as possible to Laranjeiras. I was thrilled to have managed to rent an apartment in the same building.

where I lived with my best friend. Although she insisted that we return to our old arrangement in which we shared an apartment, things would be different now. She knew that she and Tito lived more together than.

apart, they were starting a life together, they needed privacy and a lot of patience to adapt to the new reality. I

never imagined that by encouraging my friend to give Tito love two years ago, a childhood story would come. to light and, by chance, reunite two young people who shared their frst love. I wasn't the last of the romantics.

much less did I believe in love at frst sight, nor did I put faith in relationships, I wasn't raised to deceive myself. with eternal love. My mother, Pilar Mendonça, for years considered the most referenced socialite in Mato. Grosso, taught me that human relationships were a means to an end. And that ending had to end in a rainbow.

with a fat pot of gold at the end. That was one of the reasons why I packed my bags and left Brazil without.

looking back. There were no goodbyes, except Bel, my best friend and most incredible human being to ever come into my life. She taught me the meaning of true friendship and, above all, how meeting people without.

social or Financial interests was correct and good for the soul. Her wedding was scheduled for a month from now and I was a terrible bridesmaid, and best friend, who delayed my return as much as possible, scared of being back in my old life. The crazy and reckless Magê had taken a break, things in Atlanta took on serious.

proportions, the people were closed and there wasn't much space for the Brazilian exchange student. I felt. loneliness in its purest and most sublime intensity, I adopted the life that I criticized so much in Brazil and that Anabel practiced: studying until I passed out and lying on the couch watching something. At least I improved my English. I shrugged when I heard the call for the fight