Yuri didn't want to go to work. His fever and intense kidney pain had returned, and after so many absences from work he had become (wrong) accustomed to the lack of commitment to schedules. But he couldn't go on like this, slipping away from his responsibilities and justifying them by saying he wasn't feeling well. She was also feeling so”so the night before and that didn't stop her from having sex on the couch. Falling in love did not mean forgetting the mottos that he had championed all his life, and one of them was: "if you are sick for one thing, you are sick for the other." It was an excellent yardstick when making decisions. But this morning in question, she didn't get out of bed just because at eight she had to meet with Caleb, with whom she had already decided to reconcile before even fighting over "what they had to do": she did it in part because Marc had turned to him again. put the watch down and, knowing how important it was to him, he would feel naked if he didn't

She remembered when the night before, Marc had encouraged her to ride him. He remembered when he asked her to get on all fours, and asked her permission to try something different and suggestive in the kitchen. Yuri would have sworn that all of these had been manifestations of their love. From the first night he had the impression that what was between them was special. He innovated because he was eager to fulfill all his sexual desires and he was a man with large appetites, and also because he wanted to do everything with her. Because he was in love and needed to show her his world. That was also why she had told him about him. But what if it hadn't been for that? What if he did it because he was fully aware that if he didn't give her a part of him, she would never give in, and therefore could not score another victory?Everything fit. The only big problem was that Yuri categorically refused to violate Marc's feelings. Her little statements, her caresses... It wasn't just th

He then hung up.Marc stood dead still in the middle of the hallway. He wasn't empty enough to have an animal reaction, so he just rested his forehead on the wall and tried to catch his breath."We will talk".They would talk About what? Lies were not spoken. They were not negotiated. Either they believed, or they didn't. And no one believed Pedro because he wore wolf skins so much. It was as if the stars had aligned against him. The cosmos conspired against him so that time would pass more slowly, so that Moore would have decided to enslave him that day with thousands of tasks that, yes, required his attention, but he didn't need to give it with such urgency. Marc already knew that whoever lived up there didn't think much of him: God always looked the other way when it came to him, and he had never complained until that day. It seemed cruel, even ungodly, to punish him in this way. Far from sounding like the victim, he considered t

Since Yasin had gone home on instructions, they had to call a taxi. Once again, Yuri made conversation with the driver, as she always felt responsible for the man's entertainment. It was something that made Marc very funny and caused curiosity, because he was not one of those who rewarded people for doing their duty. Of course, if he could, he made his job easier, but there was no moral obligation to entertain the driver; he would have enough with the rates he charged. Still, he didn't try to convince Yuri to turn the attention to him, even though he would have liked to. He was pensive about the explanation he should have, and also very sore. She had caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors and hardly recognized herself. It comforted her to remember the state she had left Caleb Moore in.They arrived at the hospital closest to the house and entered the emergency room. That day, thank God, there were not many people waiting to be served. Perhaps he would even dare to

A guy like that couldn't arouse those kinds of feelings. He was a worthy rival in this respect; Marc would never take a step in the opposite direction if the other took it forward, neither out of consideration nor for momentum, and Caleb never backed down. But that day it was convenient to keep the distances for what could happen. It had become pretty clear that Caleb was one of those guys who, when they were sad or disappointed, would get mad so it wouldn't show. And she didn't want to be the focus of his rage. However, he did not want to sit in the other corner and spend hours alone. The truth was that Marc was afraid of living the waiting room experience without someone by his side, even if it was his archenemy and his jaw was throbbing because of him. What did it matter if he was a bit aggressive and unpleasant. It seemed so much better than his destructive memories, which, as timely as ever, had come back to keep him company. Plus she found it amusing how easy i