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
Although a part of him wanted to investigate, to use that advantage to uncover some dirt on Yuri”surely Hugo would know something, or his cousin would have told him secrets”he couldn't find the voice to ask. Perhaps because he couldn't get the image of the woman out of his head confessing, with devastating modesty and docility, that he was "her dreams come true." No, not only that. It was all her dreams come true. Not one, not two. all .It wasn't the first time someone had put a weight like that on their shoulders. Since he was a child, he was used to having his elders expect great things from him. But Marc didn't have time to worry about that. First, because the ones who wanted him to meet their expectations were family members he hated and whom it would be better for him to disappoint. And second, because, in effect, he was too busy living three lives as a single man to give importance to the wishes of others.However, when Yuri had spo
“That is that you see me with good eyes because I am the one who pays you, but I doubt that he feels that need to reaffirm my virtues. He already makes money on his own and we don't even work in the same field. It is evident that he thinks he is far superior. In all aspects.Just because you believe it doesn't mean it is.Yuri waved her hand.“That's the least of it... You already know that I'm not in favor of superiority or inferiority. We are all worth the same, and then we already depend on the importance that others give us. He shrugged. In the end, it doesn't matter. The meeting is in half an hour and I have to get ready. Do you know where Caleb is?“Meeting with Jesse Ambani in the office. If Kara hasn't misinformed me, they're finalizing the contract, though there's not much to do. Mr. Ambani enters as a minority partner due to his experience and clients.“I know, I already gave my thumbs up the other day when Caleb f
"I can advise Campbell not to leave her job until it is known whether or not Carol's accusations are true, just as I can counter the infidelities and family support with your own failings as your client's mother figure." Anything you can do, I can do better... and you know that very well. If you were clear on victory, you wouldn't be so worried about the court reaching for a divorce.Marc took a breath and took a quick look at the clock."Allow me to correct you, sweetie." Both We know that victory, for the moment, has none. Campbell isn't stupid and neither is Carol, just like we all have an idea of what's out there. If they don't give in, it's because they both believe they can win, ergo, there's a hidden test that maybe they've taught us or maybe not, but that can destroy the other. Being in more or less equal conditions, in the end everything will depend on who has the most agile mind, or who dares to take a risk.“You are very good a