Would Went think of him as Lea did of her father? Didn't he hold a grudge against her because he knew he didn't realize his feelings for Victoria, and he didn't confess them to her because he was convinced that, even knowing it, he would go ahead with her? Would he have gone ahead if he had known? Was he as "neglectful," as selfish and blind to the wishes of others as that absent father?
He dared to voice his doubts out loud.
“How many questions do you think people stop asking for fear of the answer?
"I don't know how many, but I know which ones: the important ones."
“Fear is fine as an excuse. It means there is a lot to lose. I didn't tell my father because I was afraid that he would lose me. If after confessing what was happening to me he had ignored my situation, I would not have been able to forgive him.
Jesse nodded, lost in thought.
Wentworth was still the chief of them all.
"Maybe your father knew, somehow," he began, st
"You've gone to the laundry for me and you take care of my nephew as if you were his aunt, we're practically married," he resolved quietly, in an amused tone. He let go of her hair and traced his caress down her stomach until he twirled the hem of her shirt between his fingers. He pulled it up high enough to expose her navel and the edge of her panties, which peeked out over her slightly lowered pants. All Lea could do was push the laptop away and let him slip his hand under it. He had no trouble getting where he wanted when she consciously spread her legs. “And that? "No…I think not." Although there should be no sex if it is not to conceive. "Of course we're going to conceive." We will conceive many orgasms. Will the Church forgive me? "We shouldn't like it, it should be a mechanical act." Leah broke off panting. Taking off her pants and panties while sitting down was difficult, but she managed it after doing a ridiculous dance agains
"You look so weird," Jesse pointed out, without lifting her head from the desk. He was scribbling something on the desk. What's wrong? Lea didn't know what to answer, because in reality she didn't even know. "My father has come to see me. Well, he's been here all week. He's leaving tomorrow after the trial. Jesse looked up, leaving her hand dangling in the air. And that makes you feel... “… different? she completed, not very sure. We go for streaks. Sometimes we're better, sometimes we're worse… I don't know what's wrong with me, but it'll go away. "Mamba…" He smiled to himself, as if he didn't know where to begin to tell her that it was wrong. That is the last thing you have to think about: that it will pass. Is not true. The possibility that this discomfort will disappear without treating it is very small. The last time I believed that story, I spent years suffering from the same thing. "'Same thing,'" she repeated ti
"Are we going to do a drill now?" Caleb asked, frowning. Did you fuck up my sleep for this? “We are not going to do a drill, we are going to do the best drill. Have you heard anything about the Cherry's case? Caleb stopped grumbling at the name. Everyone generally paid attention: it was something of indisputable importance. The trial is held tomorrow, and Galilea wants to practice it once before going on the stand. I know it was a little cruel of me to call you at this hour, but we've all been in their place. Panic attacks, last”minute nerves, the condescending tone of our mind telling us that we should keep working... And we would have liked someone, a while after the doors opened, to show us that we were more than prepared. Congratulations: you are the fairy godmother. “Another title to add to your list of virtues,” Caleb told Marc. The blond held back a laugh. "Are you having a complex about something, Moore?" Anyone would say that you want to help
“You do not talk to me. You told Antonio your real name before you told me. To me! Your roommate for years! The one that has been letting you live here for free your whole life! "It's not my fault you thought my real name is Shanghai." And he shrugged. He went on talking with puffed”out cheeks as he chewed. Also, you are not ten kilos of muscle nor do you have the face of Carlos Rivera. you fuck. “Not that you were going to throw it away. "Do you know she's bisexual?" “That does not make a vicious person capable of cuckolding her husband. "Of course not, but at least there's a remote chance that…" "You're twenty years older." "Like all worthwhile men." Leah snorted. "I'll save this for you," she warned, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Can you save the cereal too?" I do not want more. Lea snorted and obeyed just to leave him ordered. At the last moment, she decided to reach into the box, pull
"Jesse!" Caleb yelled, lunging at him. Wentworth took the opportunity to take the gun from Marc's hands and Marc frowned in all directions. “Do you see what Pam was like? "Well, I heard bang," Jesse stammered, taking a look at his blood”soaked shirt. What the hell...? Did you spill the red on me, Cal? "Oh my God, oh my God, he's bleeding so bad, he's… It's… God… What…" Caleb gasped, touching his wound and trying to sit him up. An ambulance… a… Damn it has… I think… Wentworth… "Calm down, I'm already calling," said the aforementioned, taking a deep breath. Don't move it or more blood will come out, leave it there until they come. And try to stay calm. “What happened? Marc asked, unable to open his eyes. Why is Jesse on the ground? Has he fallen asleep? Caleb yelled something and began to hyperventilate very close to him, as if he had had a panic attack. "C”calm down, Cal, don't be like that, Mio doesn't really want to ma
"You're medicated and too weak to walk around on your feet." Come on, I'll fill the tub and put little bubbles in it. Jesse looked at her suspiciously. "And do you use bath salts, too?" “If you want and have, yes. "Smell of lavender?" “Yes. "And then you're going to put body lotion on me?" he asked, exaggerating a romantic blink. Leah snorted. “They came to tell me three months ago that I will be perfuming my boss and I don't believe it. "Nobody said anything about perfume, but if you want…" She put a hand to her neck femininely. I like to put myself right here... "Shut up and get in the shower, come on." You haven't washed for five days, it's about time you did something about it. And stop giving me that dog face, you're not going to be able to shower alone when you can't even vocalize. "How not?" Attentive to my lips: mi”ma”mama”me”mi”ma. "Get”get”get”in”the”shower." In the end
Something inside him was about to explode. She had hundreds of questions, thousands of proposals, and many nice words that stuck on her tongue for too long, and just like then she didn't know what to say. She was the only person who had left him, and that gave her traits that Jesse had no idea how to handle. He felt weak at his feet, as if he had everything to lose, and at the same time it aroused in him that desire to demonstrate, to assert himself, which in the past had not helped him to recover her. In truth, Tori was a mystery to Jesse except for one thing: she loved him just as much as ever. And he couldn't be in her perimeter without feeling anything, because for so long it had meant everything that losing her meant a before and after. "I should go," Tori mused. But if you need anything, you can call me. It is the usual number, if you have not deleted it. “Of course not. "Well, well... I'm”I'm glad I said hello to you." At some point we had to m
“Ice creams are the least of it if you understand what I mean. It's not normal for me to ask you what happened to your boss and you start crying and he runs around the wild fields like Heidi with bloody Pedro. Smack the table, dammit,” he snapped passionately. At the very least, ask him what he's up to so you can turn the page. What happens on this site, that people never speak up and then I am the bitch because I tell the truth? "You're not a bitch because you tell the truth, you're a bitch because you're a bitch," said Kyoto, who had just appeared to make herself a coffee. Don't worry, it's nothing personal. And he's right,” he pointed out, looking at Lea. I think we both know Jesse well enough to know that if you don't tell him he screwed up, he won't notice. "How well you know him, Sandoval." Is it because you also fucked it? "Yeah, I've fucked the entire firm except you." How do you like to make me the protagonist of each conversation, huh? Do you secret