An endless day full of tasks, meetings with unbearable people, not a single break to play sports or eat something: that was what awaited Marc that Monday, and he could only celebrate that it was.
It was a unique quality of his. Nobody with two legs and a functional brain would applaud his schedule being full of commitments until almost midnight. He knew he was a weirdo in that sense, because he wasn't just a workaholic, unlike what his peers thought. The question went much further.
He did not love his job, nor did he ever say as a child that he intended to go into law. It wasn't the dream of his life being in college, and even when he'd placed sophomore in his class, he felt like it was the last thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life. But it was convenient . What would give him safe work, in which he would always stand out. Whether he liked it or not, whether he went to bed with a smile on his face and satisfied with his work or the opposite, was the
“She's made it clear that she needs a spiritual connection to sleep with a man. Obviously, I have not bought it. Nick rolled his eyes. “Not all women lie. I know, but she does. The first time I went to Lawyer’s firm, I met her sister. She must have confused me with one of her boyfriends, because she warned me that she would break my heart, among other things. The girl made her a femme fatale... and I believe it. “She didn't seem like a femme fatale to me when she told her secretary how scared she was to meet guys online. “Being afraid of meeting someone online is not prudery, but common sense. And you don't have to sleep with strangers in bars to be a heartthrob. No attitude attracts a man's attention more than that of a poor puppy eager to be corrupted. It must be his way of attracting them, giving that image. "It also occurs to me that guys could fall for her without her having to drop her panties," Nick commented, in his little look”you”are”stupid tone. I do not see Sandoval'
Marc did not value his work. He knew that he was a racketeer and a mobster, and that he got everything through his wit and contacts. He used his physique to get people out of the way, as he was already showing that he was going to do, and he tried to ensure that no one associated any hero story with his figure. He was the opposite of a respectable guy or one to admire, he could admit it: in all his life he had boasted of only one thing, and it was his ability to overcome adversity. Nothing more. He neither considered himself superior as his character required him to show, nor was he so narcissistic as to not see his flaws. Unlike. They were seen so much that they used to be his drive. If he'd been lucky enough to think he was the best, he wouldn't be threatened by a six”foot” tall geisha and sticky notepads, nor would he be thinking about how to destroy his personal life. Five blondes, three know”it”alls, ten brats hooked up by their father and one extraordinary girl later, it was th
“It is that I can not believe it. Yuri and Yvonne exchanged a quick look with their heads down. Caught by the camera, and nothing saved by the bell. It was ten minutes past lunchtime, and Caleb Moore was still pacing the office like a caged tiger, contemplating whether to kill them with one paw. Every two by three he would point his hand at the computer monitor, where supposedly the recording repeated Ivonne's mischief over and over again. That had left Yuri defenseless, who came in blaming herself saying that she had nudged the fire alarm by accident. To hell with his masterful idea, because the screen captured Yvonne red”handed. "I'm going to ask it one more time. "A pause." Why did you do it? Ivonne did not answer, just as her temporary lawyer, Yuri herself, had recommended. He knew he was having a hard time. Yvonne wasn't easily impressed, maybe that's why they complemented each other so well, but Caleb Moore being angry and giving orders would make Hitler shit his pants. "I s
"Nothing was broken." The system is made like this to jump in corridors and rooms without technological equipment “he replied with a robotic voice. He turned, finally looking into her eyes. She couldn't tell if he looked sad, or uncomfortable, or outraged… Or just vulnerable. Really? Marc Ambani? "Hey, I don't choose who walks through my head," he defended himself in a moderate tone. The last thing she wanted was to make him more angry. "Neither you nor anyone," he mumbled, returning to protect himself from everything and everyone behind his desk. He added, in a low voice, "If it could be changed, life would be less unpleasant." "I already told you I'm sorry." It was childish and stupid, I admit. “And as childishness or mischief, what proceeds now? Punish yourself without recess? Not speak to you for the next twenty”four hours? Yuri sighed. What that man always had to endure from all his employees, colleagues and friends was not even reasonable. He made a lot of money, and yet no
Holy God. It never ceased to amaze her how handsome he was. "It's just that he's trapped," she stammered, pulling away. It's probably my fault. "I understand poor snack ," she thought she heard from him. This is like everything, you just have to study it with perspective and take it easy, not start violating the machine. "Rape the machine?" I have pushed her once. It will be that I am very uninformed of how sex works. She saw him smile before grabbing the machine by the ends and, with a well”aimed push, making the package fall into place. He turned to her. His eyes sparkled. "Are you sure you want to take the conversation that way?" Look, I had come in peace. Yuri took out the precious nachos with a slight frown and red cheeks. Something in the voice or in the look of that man directly connected what he wanted to cause women to blush. She had already forgotten about Caleb's warnings. I only thought that he was there, and I didn't remember that they had an appointment. Good thing
I asked for it, but it sounded like an order. And he liked it that way. “I have work and you already have the help of your driver. “Please. Another fucking rule: Ambani don't beg. "And what do they do when they want something?" “They get it without hindrance. His fingers slid lazily away from her wrist and tugged at hers, nearly entwining them. I assure you that with this face it would not occur to me to try something with you. "I would agree anyway." “I'm not one to leave a poor sick man in the lurch He resolved at the end. She stepped inside and closed the door, feeling Marc's gaze on her. Now yes, put on the seatbelt... She caught him outlining a grateful smile that was soon filled with more complex, less human nuances, and that made his expression somewhat unreal. "No need," he replied calmly. I already feel protected. Yuri smiled, somewhere between shock and tenderness. He had sounded almost, almost vulnerable, like he needed her to move through the world. And that was
Yuri hide a smile. "Don't be nasty, Mr. Ambani, or you'll lose your most striking quality." “And here I thought I had lost it half an hour ago. What's wrong with me this time, apart from the face? “The charm. "Do you find me charming?" "Is this some kind of trick question?" Because I don't want to resume the conversation about the car, or follow similar paths. He denied, and not only that, but he seemed interested in knowing her opinion. Yuri sighed and shrugged, trying to play it down. He was not good at expressing his perceptions, and what his body perceived was a hunk through and through "more handsome than a painted tractor , " as his grandfather from Jaén would say. "He's certainly charming, though there are many ways to be charming." His is related to education, moderation... “In that case, I'm glad you rejected me a few days ago, or I would have discovered that in certain situations I can be the opposite of polite... or moderate. Yuri laughed trying to hide her hysteri
"Sir, this is a hospital. Please behave yourself. “A hospital? I'm sorry, maybe the allergy makes me have hallucinations... “She lamented, making lamb eyes. The loudspeaker interrupted them for a second. "Rebeca Hervás, go to query number three." The girl who went by that name turned out to be a traitor, as she stood up, winked at Marc, and saluted. "You haven't fulfilled part of the deal, so... “What? I mean it? Yuri snapped. You are perfectly fine! You know he's worse...! "Enough," the receptionist snapped. Come with me. Allergic reactions take priority. "No... six hundred dollars can't go down the drain." "Don't worry, they haven't gone anywhere," Marc replied, coming up to her. He coughed a bit before continuing to speak. Thanks for defending me, but there's no reason. I haven't paid him a penny. "Thank God... I was starting to think you're going around bribing everyone." “I don't bribe, I blackmail or lie. They are different things. The moment you have to pay to keep you
"Never thank me because I can always do better." And I'll always do better if you let me. Are you going to leave me? Lea smiled without wanting or being able to remedy her weakness. “In peace? Never. "That was what I wanted to hear." "What else could I tell you?" My life is much more beautiful when you are in it. What movie is that line from? Or is it from an Elton John song? “The second. "I think it's a good idea to move on to song choruses, because I wouldn't know how to respond to that if it wasn't with a Frankie Vallie…" She cupped her hands into a horn and yelled. I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baaaaaaby, to warm the lonely nights…! Lea silenced him by covering his mouth and giving him an elbow with the fit of laughter lurking. He defended himself by curling up in the seat, looking at her with merry eyes. His amused childish smile made her heart race. "I love you baby," she crooned
Wentworth got up and set the potatoes aside. The only reason he'd do that was because he'd run out of them, so Jesse didn't try to dig into the bottom of the bag. "Do you want me to help you be spontaneous?" he repeated with special sarcasm. You're the one who always picks me up with women, Jesse, you don't need anyone to convince a woman to be with you. And less three guys who have cost much more than you. That one over there took twenty years, and they'll end up leaving your brother, so… I'm going for the humus. "You're going to be a seal," Marc insisted, his eyes following him. And why is he going to leave me? I got married so that doesn't happen. "Have you heard of divorce?" asked Wentworth wryly. “Yes, and I've also heard that I'm a very bastard lawyer. You will have no way to run from me if I defend myself in court. Moore shook her head. "I'll never understand how you can refer to her and your relationship in those terms and expe
“ Merde. Sorry. She took off her belt and looked at him very seriously. Take advantage of the traffic light and let's change the site. I don't like to see you suffer. Jesse wanted to retort, but she was so sure of what she was up to that he had to give in. She was driving fine. So much so that he was not scared the only time he took him home, and not only because it was a short journey, but because he knew how to distract him and comply with all road safety regulations. So she walked around the car to switch places, taking the liberty of patting him on the ass as she passed. “Better? she asked, once she had buckled on the pilot's seatbelt. Jesse smiled and showed the hand he'd spanked her with. "Very much, don't you see the pixie dust?" She laughed. "Am I officially Tinker Bell?" "Only until you get tired of Peter Pan." "I doubt I'll get tired. It was my favorite cartoon movie. or so it says my father. S
"Check it out with your own eyes." Jesse glared at her and stepped over the threshold without a second thought. She walked through the living room with her body tense, past the kitchen with a hurried step, and ended up heading to the bedroom. Before that, his attention was caught by the light on in the bathroom, the echo of a song by Huecco and a female voice humming it under his breath. Jesse stopped in front of the ajar door, her heart beating so fast. He took a deep breath and released the air He repeated it once. Other. And another… “That I've cut his hair, I haven't stuck the scissors in his trachea! Shan snapped from behind him. Jesse turned to glare at her resentfully. "And what do you think is worse?" She didn't wait for him to answer and pushed the door very slowly, covering her eyes with her hands. Slowly, as if she were in a horror movie and wasn't quite sure if she wanted to continue watching it, she spread her fing
You even look your dog in the eye and you know what he misses because it is only a reflection of what you need: to be happy. And I'm always happy “he pointed out, extending his arms”, but you duplicate that illusion in such a way that you make me look like a sad man when I'm not with you. "I am aware of my shortcomings because I have seen them thanks to you," he continued. He stuck out his fingers to enumerate. Whim should not be the engine of movement, joking with everything is not always correct, decisions must be made calibrating the pros and cons, I have to be humble from time to time and, above all: I must accept the truth when I have it in front of me , especially when the truth loves me and I love her. "Seriously, I love you. I am in love with what we do. From playing I Spy after we cum, from philosophizing with porn, from chasing ice cream carts, from recreating movie dialogues. I miss your sucky kisses, your skirts cut with scissors and that y
Jesse frowned. “What are you talking about? “Marc and I like to gamble. He said you'd never get over Victoria and I said you'd end up falling for another woman with the right little push. I was a couple of months late thinking about how to get together without it being noticed until the light went out on the web. Jesse's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me that you gave me that brutal row knowing that I fell into your trap, when on top of that, surely, you made money? “Man, I had to give consistency to my alibi. If I didn't get angry you might be suspicious. Or not, he mused, you're not as smart as you think, but I needed to entertain myself somehow. “As for the money, he hasn't paid me yet. You have to start dating her to get paid. We have a second bet, which is that if you marry her, Marc will be paying me a monthly salary from my retirement until they bury me. "Don't fuck with me," he huffed, in shock.
And he started walking rubbing his temple, which he felt was on the verge of sudden death. It always happened to him. He stopped before turning the corner to go by the photocopier, as if he had just remembered something important, and turned to face Marc, who was leaning against the wall, watching him. “I'm sorry about what I said to you on the phone,” Jesse added aloud. "Didn't you hear me?" You can't take someone seriously when they're angry,” he repeated, shrugging. And it's the least I deserve after fucking your shoulder. "I'll take off the bandage in a few days." Does that mean I have forty”eight hours to insult you and that it's justified? "I'll be all ears if you want to bash my ego." “Perfect. Marc half smiled. Then they went on their way without giving much importance to the matter. He passed the copy room. "…they called me, and I cheered up because I like you," she heard from outside. “Oscar, look, you
They think we're back. "I considered it, I admit it." “The fact that? "Yes, I would be interested in winning you back." It's been years thinking that I would die for you. And I would. But what you tell me about the hostile uterus… I value my carrot too much to risk it. He received a blow to the shoulder. Ouch, right on the war wound. Seriously now... Do you think I look at you like I'm in love? Everyone says so. “I know how to differentiate your eyes of love from your eyes of a joker asshole, and the look of the former is no longer for me. “Well, girl, that's life. You traded me for a baby, now you put up with it. "I traded you for nothing." “No, you'll see that you're going to have a baby. You only needed my blessings: I bless you. Now go get your ass poked. Tori sighed and shook her head. He didn't say anything. leaned on the chest Jesse and closed her eyes. "I've regretted leaving you many times, you
Kyoto leaned back at the end of the corridor. Jesse entered the copier room to hide from the onlookers and stood in front of her. He was so pissed off he could only be sad, and it didn't help that Lea conveyed something similar. "You don't have to go," he murmured, searching her eyes. If I have been abusing your trust and I have not even given you proper work, I am very sorry, but... She silenced him only by lifting her chin. "That's not what I want you to apologize for. Jesse shifted from one leg to the other and rested her hand on the copier, not knowing what to say. “I can't apologize for wanting to spend time with someone I care about. I can apologize for not realizing that I was displacing you. "Leave it, it doesn't matter." There is nothing more to say, we have already discussed everything a while ago. "Is that what you thought of as talking?" He shook his head. You haven't even let me explain myself well, and what I was