“Ah, that... I didn't drink because of you, I was partly curious. In the end it catches your attention when you see that everyone is doing it, and just to try... Although I would have preferred to smoke a joint. They say it's relaxing and that's what I needed.
He raised his eyebrows.
“Really?
"It wouldn't be that bad, would it?" “I ask. She smoothed the wrinkles out of the sheet, so comfortable with her nakedness that Marc thought of mermaids. For smoking a joint once in my life I'm not going to die. If doctors even recommend it when you're sick.
He pictured her raising a cigarette to her lips and taking a drag. He also imagined her dressed and coiffed like the women of Charleston in the twenties, but that was just decoration and whim: what hardened him was envisioning her as the bad girl at the door of a joint waiting for someone to brighten his day. . hmm ...
“I don't want to be the one to encourage you to try it, but if curiosity k
"How do you know that?" Are you spying on me now? "Well, I did spy when you shot out of here to chase her, and you had a big fight in the middle of the street." Hugo and I would have gotten popcorn if we weren't on a diet, but in this case I know from third parties. "What third parties?" "If I remember correctly, the chain began with... Oh, yes." Jesse. It seems that he was coming down from your house when he ran into Miss Japan in the elevator, around the wee hours of the night, somewhat drunk and wearing a very suspicious raincoat. “Jesse told Ronnie, the guy who cleans at Moore Law, who's the one fucking this Ophelia now. This Ophelia has a younger sister, also working at the firm... Gina, I think. Gina is very close to Kara, a bitch like you can't imagine, who took it upon herself to tell Samudio about it. You know Samudio, right? He's the one we have in there to pass on information to us. The thing is... Wow. I never imagined that the sa
As soon as he heard his name, Marc looked at Nick, who was pale. She tensed and faced Jesse with a bellicose attitude, forgetting that she had company. "Why would that bastard call me?" Jesse didn't reply right away. He walked in and made a gesture to Nick that meant come in if you want. She agreed, not quite sure. With a couple of sentences, his brother dispatched Hugo, the last one Marc cared about when he saw Jesse run a nervous hand through his hair as he addressed him. "Clearly you don't know." I can't believe he didn't even bother to call you. I doubt he has my number. And it's smart of you not to try, it means you know it would be a waste of time. “Marc, let him talk,” Nick interrupted. He crossed his arms. “What happens? Jesse licked his lips and walked over to his younger brother, arms outstretched. The hug caught him so off guard that he couldn't pull away in time. "It's been half an hour since Marlon
Had something bad happened? Or not necessarily bad for him, but for her. For them. Yuri leaned her back against the wall and waited for a few minutes. Maybe he was still working. I should call. Or no, she didn't want to look desperate either... But it was normal to worry, right? When one was with someone and the other didn't show up, it was understood that something had happened. He clicked on his name. She was holding her phone to her ear about fifteen minutes after arriving when she heard the echo of heavy footsteps down the stairs. A rare smile crossed his lips. What kind of freak would walk up to the top floor of a skyscraper...? The answer left her stunned. The first thing he happened to see was her blonde hair. Then a half”unbuttoned shirt, an unknotted tie, and his jacket resting on his arm. Marc seemed defeated. Then he confirmed it, when he looked up from the ground and met her at first glance, as if he had reached for some kind of radar. His hair wa
Although she was afraid of that blinding hatred that veiled her face at that moment. “...remind him that I exist, that I am the living memory of what he did. In case there was some humanity in him and there was a chance that he felt a trace of regret. It wouldn't occur to me to smack him in the face, even if I wanted so badly. I would break it to Marlon. But him? And give him the pleasure of knowing that we are the same? Not. “The same? Why would you be the same? You don't look alike at all. “I've used my connections to break the law several times. “Yes? Have you used them to cover your flaws or your sordid stories? "No, not for that... “You've used them to investigate, Marc. And you haven't even done anything wrong with that information. Not good not bad. How can you say that you look alike? A pout escaped him. She managed to hold back her tears in time, but a tear escaped her and ran swiftly down her cheek. "Baby...do
“Yes.“I'm glad. Shall we pick up Verónica?“Please.He watched out of the corner of his eye as Yuri tried to control a grimace, quite successfully. It touched him that, despite not loving Nick at all, he tried to keep it quiet to make the trip easier for him. He certainly didn't have to; Marc wasn't shy when he wanted to say something nasty about Moore."You'll end up loving her as much as I do," he told her as soon as he put on the belt. Yuri looked at him with the intention of answering that he had nothing against her, but as every time she lied, she ended up sighing in resignation."And how much is that?" Much?“Very much. At first it is a bit difficult. She's very ironic, has no scruples and sometimes gets too territorial, but she's pure loyalty, and one of the smartest people I know.“I dont know. I thought he was laughing at me when I saw you…” He shook his head. But that does n
for the good and the infernal circles. If up there, or down there, justice was also a toy... or on the contrary, they were not bribeable.While the gravediggers did the same, some of the guests came closer to throw flowers that were later covered by the shovels. Marc was not even tempted to make his contribution. Neither was Jesse: instead of paying his respects with a downcast air, he was conversing quietly with Victoria, probably about things that didn't have much to do with her father. The one who did take a step forward was Marlon, capturing the boy's gaze as he tossed a red rose onto the fresh ground. The eldest did not change his face. He just raised his eyebrows, in greeting, surprise, or... who knew what. Then he shifted his gaze to Yuri.Involuntarily, Marc stepped forward and covered part of the female body. It was not a way to delimit their territory; it was a shield, an expression of protection from danger. That interested Marlon enough to smile subtly. His
"Has anyone ever done it to you?" You told someone all this and they left you? Sabina, maybe?“No never. I have never discussed this with anyone. That's why I need you to give me a second and not go to the fucking door. I have no experience. I'm a virgin in some things and I need…” She took a deep breath, “go slow.Yuri swallowed and reserved comment. She, too, had been a virgin and he had still pursued her relentlessly, although it was a different case because Yuri hadn't told him until a certain point. And from there, he had to say that he had been understanding. Which didn't mean he had lost interest in her. He only held back so as not to make her feel violent. In short, the simile was perfect, because he understood his position and relaxed a little.“Last night I didn't tell you anything about what really happened. Or the effects that kind of life had on me. I summarized it because I didn't want to... I didn't want to go too de
I was just a kid. A malnourished, sick, helpless child, broken with pain, at the mercy of a son of a bitch father, without the only person he loved. Yuri's life hadn't been much easier either.She blamed herself as a child for the separation of her parents, and kidney failure did not help her to fully integrate into the group of girls at the institute, because most of the time she had to study from home. But he had never lacked love. At eleven years old, she was playing dolls with her sister and cousin, running after Caleb through the garden of their house in Barcelona and drawing hearts with honey on the pancakes. And he was... suffering. However, the two of them had arrived at the same place. Now everyone envied him, everyone wanted to be like him.My God, was it possible to love someone so much? For what it had been and for what it was now. I was his number one fan. But she didn't tell him because she could tell from her body tension that she didn't want to talk abo