“To. P”Stop, please, I'm begging you... “Hugo gasped, trying to catch up with Marc on the promenade. Son of a bitch, if I have a heart attack, you're going to pay for the damage.
Marc stopped jogging and turned to face the deputy. She was wearing the same style of clothing as him; Adidas shorts and a lycra shirt . Marc dressed them regularly, and on Hugo they looked like the trousseau of a dying man. He seemed on the verge of fainting, so red in some places and pale in others, hyperventilating like a buffalo.
“If you have a heart attack, the problem is yours and your passion for the Big Mac. You can stuff yourself with hydrates if you want, but the crap from McDonald's is not good for your cholesterol or your health.
Hugo glared at him. It didn't have much of an effect when he looked like he was about to drop. He put his hands on his knees and stayed there for a long time.
“You said... that we would go for a
Marc was the last person interested in Went taking advantage of the woman's bachelorhood to remind her that he had continued to love her since their unfortunate attempts at dating years ago. That could kill Jesse. But if he thought of all Wentworth's suffering during their six years of their relationship, even when he was her best man at their wedding... All she wanted was to push him towards her.Fortunately, Wentworth agreed with the first reasoning."Don't even hint at it." You know if I go see her I can still have the balls to…” She sighed. I could take out the baton, and not the one that goes with the uniform.“You would not do that. You are the only man capable of overcoming instinct.“And a horn. “He chuckled”. He would go after her even now. I forget the codes when it comes to... It doesn't matter, it's better not to think about it. This is all bullshit. They should have stayed together forever, Marc."T
“Why? he insisted, without moving away. He brought his face close to hers, though without touching her. I'm not doing anything. I just want to know why you are like this. Hearing a sigh from her lips made his hair stand on end. She wanted to swallow that sigh, wanted it glued to her cheek. Damn, tell me what's up."It just so happens that you told me you weren't going to harass me again." Can't I trust your promises?"No, you can't," he roared, eager to bite her neck. She looked at him angrily, as if she were to blame for not being able to touch him. Next question.Yuri turned to him with a frown. That frown didn't last long over her pretty eyes. Sweet, betrayed eyes that, against themselves, longed for that betrayal."What about our friendship?"Marc gave a single hollow laugh."Did you really believe that at some point?" I can be friends with twenty”year”old Cindy Crawford, but I can't and won't be yours. Ca
Thank heavens it wasn't necessary. Yuri's father snapped out of the lapse in a rage in a second. The next he was looking at Marc ruefully. He didn't even wonder who the hell he was or what he was doing there. He only apologized to her and softened very slowly, surprised by his own outburst.Marc didn't want to pay attention to those guilty eyes, and not because it was another one of his flashbacks . His mother's attacker never regretted it, nor did he try to fake it. I was proud. In that they were different. But the disgust had permeated so deeply in his body and in his blood that he could not be separated immediately."Oh, God," the mother murmured. I didn't know you were accompanied."You knew it was me." But it seems that this is not enough for you to behave “Yuri reproached him harshly. Marc knew that it was she who was touching his shoulder. Leave it alone. They were already leaving, right? I don't think they want to give Caleb a violent show
She, who had already taken her place behind the bar, rested a hand there and met his gaze."Should I believe there is something beyond?" Because I understand that he despises his ex's lawyer, a woman who has given him a lot of trouble... but it's always strange that they tell you to talk as little as possible, not with the other party, but with his defender.I have a reputation. Just like you and everyone else... only mine is tailor”made for guys like Campbell to fear me. He hadn't lied at all; in fact, he was being honest... He just left out some parts. Thank heavens there are individual opinions. You have one on me, just like you have one on Campbell.“Clear. I don't think either of you are bad.Marc's eyes narrowed, but otherwise it wasn't apparent that the response had been insulting."Do you think it's good?" Is that your opinion about him?"I can't talk about my client with you," she said as she poured the flour into a circ
"After before"? Did this woman really think she was satisfied with a few kisses? He must have seen very little of the world. Yuri left the room and he did so a few seconds later, when he had already entered the title of the novel and the name of the writer. Kathleen Priest. It sounded good. The front and back covers were black, with a very elegant drawing of a cross”legged blonde woman. The yoke of pleasure . It sounded erotic. He followed Yuri, who was waiting for him leaning against the wall “as if she was going to get lost. They crossed the corridor in silence. Marc meditated on what he had said. Perhaps she suspected something, or perhaps it was her way of moving him, admitting to being weak in the face of her feelings for him... It still shocked him that a woman like her would confess her flaws without her voice shaking. That is to say... Yes, he trembled. But he did not seem to hesitate between saying it or not saying it. And on the other hand,
Yuri hit the play button for the fifth time in a row. Six times Pablo Alborán had already been singing the same song, and she had been pining for almost twenty minutes for the ex”boyfriend she didn't have. Listening to the singer made her want to have had a failed relationship, to fall in love again, to never fall into the clutches of love, to dedicate it to someone and never to admit that she cried like a child when she heard him sing. A little late for that last one; On the tour she did in Spain, she saw him live with Otto and Mio, and it was no longer a secret that the man made her sensitive.She pushed the iron to one side and stared at the remains of the pie. Then he looked at the clock. Four hours had passed since Marc had left. In that time, Yuri had hosted Caleb's friends' gathering, laughed at his jokes, gracefully accepted his flirtations, called her mother on the phone”no answer”and comforted Mio.It had taken her sister fifteen minu
“Who is it? Natsumi asked. Her mother had already left, and she was dressing in front of Yuri without any shame. She also envied that about her sister, that she wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of someone.“It's Marc. He's sick too. My goodness, this is all my fault... I should have bought a ready”made cake.From: Yuri SandovalTo: Marc Ambani Subject: Coming Friday Are you accompanied at least?From: Marc AmbaniTo: Yuri SandovalSubject: Coming Friday Unfortunately not."He's alone," he said to Mio, making a mortified face.“Poor. Could you drop by and check on her before you go with Cal. You guys are friends, right?Uh... Yeah, right? Supposedly they were, until he'd kissed her and then the boundaries of what friends did became somewhat blurred.<
She came looking into his eyes, his fingers still ensconced in her, absorbed by the intermittent spasms of her inner muscles. His entire body shuddered, robbing him of his balance, his breath, and the strength to say that this was not the right thing to do. It was. There was nothing more correct than meeting his lips in a passionate kiss.The devil's game completed its second step. Yuri felt empty and needy as she took her hand out of her panties. The excitement hadn't left her. He was making as much noise as he could to throw her back into his arms. This turned to pure mortification at seeing him licking his wet fingers shamelessly."Marc," she gasped. W”what...? Y”you...He watched with a clenched stomach as she licked her lips and held her against his body.“Stay with me tonight. I'm not going to stand one more night dreaming of something that isn't mine yet."I can't…" she stammered, still in shock and dizzy. I
"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