Mark decided to make something clear. "Briana, I won't count that time we had in your car because you were under the influence of drugs. I also restrained myself as much as I could, fearing I might harm you in some way.""I understand, Mark," Briana replied softly."But now it will be different. We'll both be conscious and willing. The question is: do you trust me?""Yes, dear." Briana smiled."Then, OK!"Everything happened too quickly for Briana.Mark clapped his hands, the remaining lights went out, leaving the room momentarily in complete darkness.Before Briana could say anything, she felt herself being turned onto her back, and an enormous weight pressed and crushed her body against the mattress.Before Briana could say a word, her lips were taken by Mark's in a wild, passionate kiss.It was starting...In the dark room, all that could be heard was the sound of ripping silk and some startled gasps from Briana muffled by the covers.Then, the bed began to shake violently as if a
The next day, the sun's rays seeped into the master suite, illuminating the still-quivering bed, creaking with the headboard banging hard against the wall.Beneath the covers, frantic movements of intertwined bodies could be seen: one body seeming to want to escape while the other one pressed it down firmly.Muffled male chuckles and female sobs from beneath the covers completed the scene.Finally, the bed seemed to take a break.The covers were pulled back slightly, just enough to reveal the heads and shoulders of the couple.Mark kissed Briana in various places on her face, tasting her tears."Stop, you silly man!" Briana complained in a hoarse tone, after screaming and moaning all night long."I can't help but laugh," Mark said, bursting with happiness to be in this situation alone with the woman he loved. "Your reaction is so funny. Why be shy now?""I'm not just some easy woman," Briana tried to defend herself. "And you're not trustworthy!"Several times throughout the night, Mar
Irritated, Christopher left the hotel after receiving a basic treatment from the Head Bellboy. During the car ride, Christopher pounded the steering wheel, outraged by what he had seen. He called Karl a r*pist, but it was very likely that things hadn't happened that way, right? Luana had willingly taken that guy to her suite! What a shameless woman! The car arrived at the Vasconcelos Mansion. Christopher didn't even understand how he managed to arrive without causing a traffic accident. His mind was a confused fog. Shaking his head, he entered the residence, taking a deep breath, hoping no one would notice a small mark near his lips. When he stepped into the living room, he heard raised voices. Maybe he should listen to what people were saying to distract his mind from the frustration he felt. In the living room, Althea was seated in an armchair like a queen. Gilson and Claudia were harshly arguing with her. In Gilson's hand, there was a document. "Mom, you need to stand fir
Christopher swallowed hard upon hearing the mission given by his grandmother. "Grandma, I don't know if I could—" "Of course you can. Don't hold back, like that Latin group from the '80s sang." Althea allowed herself to make a joke, which was out of character for her. She was very confident that the Vasconcelos family would triumph again! Gilson continued to be contrary. "Mom, Katrina will never get along with Briana for obvious reasons." Althea wiped the smile from her face and extended her hand to her son in an authoritative gesture. "DON'T EVEN START! I've already said this betting talk is over in this house."No matter how pleased I am with your son-in-law, this bet is what caused our humiliation. If it weren't for this nonsense, I wouldn't have to ask now for Katrina and Briana to forgive each other." Gilson, defeated, sat back down next to his wife, feeling like a ten-year-old reprimanded. Althea continued, "Because of this bet, many people saw how inferior our wedding re
Christopher sped to the Rocha Events Hall. There, upon encountering the empty location, he remembered all the memorable events from his sister's wedding. Except the memorable moments were led by his cousin and the Pauper. Heading to the newlyweds' quarters, he knocked on the door. The door opened, and Katrina appeared wearing casual clothes as if she were a resident of the mansion. "Sis!" Christopher hugged her tightly, "What are you still doing here? Where's your husband?" "That's the big question." Katrina broke the embrace. "Did you tell anyone?" "No, I came straight here," Christopher replied, looking around. The bed didn't seem like it had been shook all night to the rhythm of marital love... It was very clean and made! "Kat, don't tell me you two fought and he left you here!" Christopher felt his face flush red with anger. Katrina sat back down on the bed. "Actually, we fought, I went out for a walk, and then he wasn't here anymore. Sunday passed, and today, Monday, he
Christopher felt like he was participating in one of those prank shows. "Please, miss, confirm this properly! My sister, Katrina Vasconcelos... she is James Ross's wife!" The attendant understood what happened. She suspected that the lady who appeared at the service desk didn't match the gentleman at all. She was a call girl! "I'm sorry, sir, but since Frank Ross was the holder and responsible for the bookings, he switched the names on the tickets. We were just doing our job." "OK, thank you very much!" Christopher hung up and slammed his fist on the steering wheel. Damn! There were moments when Christopher doubted James's 'sincere love' he displayed towards Katrina, especially in front of the rest of the family. Sometimes, Christopher had the feeling that James had his eye on someone else... Someone who was humiliated here in this hall but was suddenly rescued by the helicopter knight and ended up having a wedding party in a romantic cathedral, fit for fairy tales! "So you r
Two days later, Katrina received another blow to her life. The staff of Rocha Events Hall showed up with an embarrassing announcement. “Mrs. Ross, we sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. But the couple needs to vacate the mansion. We will need the house empty for the upcoming wedding reception this weekend.” Katrina swallowed hard and tried to maintain her composure. “My husband went to the supermarket…” “Well, we will wait until tomorrow for you to vacate. We are very happy that you enjoyed our accommodations, but unfortunately, we have other clients who require our services. Thank you for choosing us!” “OK, I—“ Katrina shook her head and corrected herself, “WE thank you for the service. The food was delicious.” After the staff left, satisfied, Katrina's smile faded. Walking to the suite, she picked up her cell phone and dialed her savior brother’s number. Christopher was still asleep in his room at the Vasconcelos Mansion. The phone woke him up, getting him irritated.
Frank tried to get up from the table where he was, maneuvering around friends and 'dancers' sprawled around him.Last night, they had overindulged in drinking and… “Um… Katrina, my dear daughter-in-law! What do you mean you’re not in the Caribbean?” Katrina raised her eyebrows. “You immediately asked if I was NOT in the Caribbean. Your subconscious gave you away.” Frank rolled his eyes in boredom. “Does my daughter-in-law have a degree in psychology or psychiatry? Otherwise, I have better things to do with my time.” “I can smell your cheap vodka breathe from here,” Katrina retorted. “If your son is there, put him on the line, please. I’m back at the Vasconcelos Mansion and my parents still haven’t seen me.” Frank’s heart raced. “Um… my daughter, I didn’t even know in my wildest dreams that my son wasn’t with you. I swore you two were enjoying your honeymoon!” “Those past tense verbs don’t inspire confidence,” Katrina was not falling for her father-in-law’s lies. “OK, tell your s