I do not look. He continued with his eyes fixed on the wall, bloodshot. Irritation was leaking from his pores. It was a detonator and it seemed that at the slightest it would explode, but that was nothing new: Marc lived on the edge and Jesse did not want to imagine how exhaustive it had to be.
“You knew it? he asked suddenly.
“The fact that?
“That Yuri is pregnant. He told me yesterday.
Jesse swallowed very slowly.
“I was…I was so excited,” Marc murmured, running a hand through his hair. I told him I was glad, that everything was fine, and waited a courtesy twenty minutes to get out of there without showing that he needed to breathe.
"And did you breathe enough to calm down?"
Marc dropped his hand. The blond locks shot out.
"No, Jesse, because we're just as likely to go to hell today as we were yesterday." In fact, we have more, because the day is closer.
He already knew the answer to the question, but he asked
A while later he entered the restaurant with all the confidence he could feign. She greeted the bosses”Sandoval, Ambani, and Moore”among the eighteen guests, nervous if anyone was watching her, and took the only free chair. “I think you sat down where Sandoval's plug was, her cousin from Barcelona. He took off to the bathroom five minutes ago and he's not back yet, but better. We at least like you,” Kara commented, her mouth twisting. She had exaggerated her catlike features with a heavy layer of makeup; big gold Bollywood type earrings completed her outfit. I love your dress. “Do not even say it. You are beautiful “corroborated Julie, on the other side of the table. As usual, she was dressed in pale pink, discreet and adorable. You all are. Lea noticed what was important. The champagne had already been served, a sign that the speech was over and she could put her plan into action: drink until she was drunk enough to show her rock”and”roll side. "We w
Leah sighed and threw her head back. "I have come with an open heart, Rumba to raise the dead, Or to spit your sweet poison...». Jesse rested her chin on her shoulder, continuing to rock forward, where she begged for a while longer clinging to her pants. A knot had formed somewhere in her stomach, which she squeezed and squeezed, asking for another kind of approach. "... For you to bite this tongue, my black mamba..." she sang in a deep voice. That's how it's done. Are you going to take it all out today? Are you going to free yourself at last...? Leah turned around and put her hands on his shoulders again. He directed them like a magnet to his waist. He wedged his knees between hers to dance side by side. It was much hotter. She could feel the dress clinging to her skin, even the wet nape of her neck and a tingling in her lower abdomen. She exchanged an intent look with Jesse, who was waiting for an answer and wasn't going to settle for less.
"What wasn't that bad?" he repeated, taking a step closer. He lifted her chin by tapping it three times right at the base. I thought I was going to die in your arms. I had a real fear of not surviving. I was reaching for my cell phone in the back pocket of my pants to call my mother in case she didn't live to tell the tale. "You're exaggerating," he muttered, staring at the ground. Everybody kisses like that. “First, not everyone has a mouth that looks like a vacuum cleaner and a three”dimensional portal at the same time. And second: if everyone kissed like that, they would have slapped the twenty. It's been a pleasure living to test your style, mamba. Leah shook her head, as if she didn't want to accept what he was saying. She made to leave, but at the last moment Jesse grabbed her hand in a fit that would cost him his reputation. I could already see it the next day in the Miami paper courtesy of the associates: "Jesse Ambani sleeps with his deputy."
"These are fresh Persian lilies," he insisted. Wentworth snorted a curse word. "And they're so pretty, Jesse, I appreciate that so I won't have to rack my brains looking for something perfect for my date tonight." But there's no use apologizing if you end up doing it again. I don't know how I'd react if that were the case, I'm only sure that, if that were the case, you could give me a fucking desert rose, which I'd stick up your ass with thorns included. "Luckily that won't happen." »Went… Forgive me, okay? Sometimes I don't think about the consequences of what I do, and don't start with that "you're a bit of an idiot to be a psychologist", because having studied the human mind doesn't mean that I know it in detail nor can I be wrong, just as it doesn't eliminate that sometimes…it can be selfish,” he remembered, thinking of how Lea had exploded when she found out about his sabotage. Of course she did know how to make him feel bad. Sorry. Very sorry.
Marc put his arm around Jesse's shoulders, stopping to give her a look that was meant to be convincing. "If you haven't changed us yet, it's because you're never going to." We can't do worse anymore, right? Wentworth nodded with a smile. And that, miraculously, served as consolation. But the days kept passing, and Jesse couldn't bring himself to cheer up. The head did not give him a break. Every time he sat down to work, memories washed over him. In the forty”eight hours after the lemonade with Wentworth, she had been meticulously dissecting every memory she had, including Tori, something she hadn't done since trying to get over the divorce…and obviously taking its toll on her. Victoria continued to be an open wound in his heart, something he missed on a daily basis and that was present in every corner of his house, his office and his mind. However, over the years he had learned not to see her in every woman he passed, not to ask mutual friends about
“Then? Are you not well? Have you had a bad night, or…? “Nothing of that. I just… I've taken it personally,” she admitted, looking at him apologetically. I know that this cannot happen and that the first and foremost thing when working as a lawyer is not to get carried away by emotions, but... before I could even think about it, I had already collapsed. Sorry. It won't happen again, I swear. Jesse stared at her with interest. “What happened? She responded just as he expected: shutting down, eyeing him suspiciously, even rebuking him for asking such a question. He was beginning to see where he was going. She didn't like being alone, but she didn't like being invaded either, and that made sense. He kept being the boss who provoked him and then got out of the way, the basic example of a person in whom you do not place any trust. "Lea, I need to know if it's a very deep wound because if it is, I could save you a lot of trouble by taking you off th
“This is what you get for running away like that. Anyone will think we mistreated you," she complained, touching his little head with her index finger. Don't ever do this again, you hear me? I let you flutter around the house three times a day, if I had you locked up twenty”four hours, well... God, what a scare you gave me. He sighed, shaking his head. The bird finally chirped, as if to say that it was fine. Lea smiled and covered him with her hand before getting up. If I forgive you… He was babbling incoherently to the bird for a while longer until he remembered that Jesse was still there, just like the most carnivorous dog in the history of canines. Her smile turned into a nervous grimace when she saw her boss look at her with a strange expression, as if she was holding back her laughter and at the same time she had just been struck a chord. “How adorable. Lea cut him off as her eyes widened, stopping just above her brows. What happens? "Did I do that to yo
She didn't dare look at Jesse when she asked that question, though she felt his eyes on her with a looming curiosity that would soon turn to mockery. The options were as follows: burst into tears, run to the window and jump headlong, or show dignity. The latter was the only one that seemed doable, so she traded her frustration for fleeting rage and projected it onto Shan. “What are you talking about? It's not true,” he snapped, coming around the couch to grab the laptop. You were seeing it. “Oh no, don't try to put the ball in my court like I should be offended by watching porn. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm playing with Bryan Gozzling. "Well, I should give it to you," Lea mumbled. He forgot the computer and approached Shanghai with a bellicose attitude. He pushed her shoulders, trying to guide her into the room. Or to the balcony. Pornography makes gender inequalities a business that moves around four hundred million a year. “Of course we are cla