Chapter 2 with my friend's husband

beautiful and exciting. It was quite painful for me to feel Brian's gaze on my body every second. Of course, I was also moved to see him again after all this time; It was too much to try to control my emotions when I saw him coming in as best man to the groom in a navy blue tuxedo, hair slicked back and a short beard. I wanted to take him aside and spoil him with hot kisses, but I had to restrain myself. I'm glad Carol didn't put me in with Brian, but it didn't help much, especially since he was right behind me. Now I'm going to tell you a truth: there are times when my thuggish heart gets angry; he only wants those who are no good. I so wish there was a little key in it so I could easily get rid of these undesirable feelings. That way it would be much easier not to feel jealous or even furious to see him talking to other women who are drooling over him. Of course I would never get back together with Brian. I know he's such a liar, but I could enjoy him a little more without the risk of getting attached. Ugh! Who do I want to fool? I'm still in love with the foreigner and I have to find a way not to see him anymore. - Friend. It is good too? — Carol sits next to me. I nod my head in confirmation. — The wedding was beautiful and it can be seen on your face how happy you are. She smiles happily. She looks beautiful in her short dress, a little puffy, but it still contrasts beautifully with her dark skin and curly hair. A waiter comes by with champagne, we grab a glass and toast. Then, her face changes and she holds my hand. — Friend, I wasn't going to tell you, but I think it's better that you know. - What it was? I ask, worried. — It's been months since you and Brian broke up, so I think it's best to say everything at once. —What happened, Carol? She says it straight away. You're making me tense, woman — I complain. She twists her lip and focuses on my eyes. — Brian came after you in Paris. To be more specific, two days after you traveled. —But... he never looked for me... — I clarify, looking for him. — He's already gone — she says, understanding my movement. — He said goodbye to us a few minutes ago. I swallow hard, feeling disappointment and sadness once again assail me. It's been almost a year since we broke up, but it still hurts like it was yesterday that it all happened. — Friend ... — she begins, but this time I'm the one holding her hand. — Thanks for telling me, Carol. I think now my heart will understand that it's really over. Whatever Brian was looking for in Paris, he didn't find it for me. Shortly after, I return to the hotel and collect my things. Then, I return to the place where I should have left. My agency, in France. Three years later. — I loved your team — a Brazilian thanks me. — Knowing that the guides speak our language makes it a lot easier. I will recommend it to all my friends in São Paulo. — I really appreciate it — I respond, smiling and shaking her hand, but she pulls me into a hug, which is such a big custom in our Brazil. Then we say goodbye and I see her leave with her family. Nothing could get better. I'm realizing my dream of working in tourism in the City of Light. I can't say it was easy, but I gained space and now I have what I wanted most, which is a company that grows on the internet and through referrals from other clients. There are so many who call us to arrange accommodation packages that there are days when I need to keep some employees after hours. However, when I get home, I find myself dreaming of new horizons. I could expand to another city or country, right? Of course everyone tells me that it's not the time yet, but who knows I can start with a new agency in Marseille? I know it's on the other side of France, but mobility here is much easier and there is a highly profitable tourist attraction: the Basilica of Notre-Dame de la Garde. It would be perfect, I would just need a partner to jump in with me. I certainly wouldn't ask Carol for that help. She is already my partner at the agency, but I know there is no way to add more capital. Married, with two children, and managing two companies; impossible to ask us to enter the third. My best chance would be to meet someone in the industry. Better think about it later, the most important thing now is to solve customers' reservation problems. — Mademoiselle Bárbara? I'm very distracted, focused on the screen in front of me for a group of 50 people to come for a vow renewal at the Fontaine des Mers at the end of next month. — Speak, Simon — I respond to my manager and right-hand man, looking up from the screen. - We can go? — he asks and only then do I look at the clock and realize the time. — Good heavens! It's very late. So I fire them too, leave and close the agency. I go to my apartment, take a relaxing shower and fall into bed. It would be nice to find an old man from the boat to give me a break from the busy work routine that is my life. It's not a complaint, I love working in tourism, but I really wanted a hot guy in my life to pay my bills, make me cum behind closed doors and, on top of that, tell me he loves me. Would that be too much to ask? — I have to stop reading romance novels — I tell myself, rolling around in the blankets. Thinking about my relationships, none of them had the income to fulfill my desire. From the first to the most recent, it is proven that I have a poor taste. If I'm going to list, Agenor, who owned a neighborhood market, was the richest person I stayed with, but he was so... hurried in bed that it was disappointing. One of those who paid the bill in the restaurants and even by surprise was Francisco, however he gave him a brief headache. The man had a beer and became the most jealous man of all time. Carol was the first to tell me there was something wrong with him. As we were still starting out, it was easy to say it wasn't happening and dismiss him. The one that almost met all my specs was one of my biggest disappointments. The last one I had a relationship with when I was in Brazil: Brian Wilson. An American who is best friends with my friend's husband. He had almost everything, a good touch, hot kisses, good in bed, he said he was in love with me... All he needed was money and a big company to be the CEO of a book. How I gave myself to this man! It was all so fast and intense that I didn't see the lies in my face. That’s why I always say when I think about this subject “Stay learning”. Trim Trim I reach across the mattress and reach for