I went through several stores, bought shoes that I would never have if Vicenzo hadn't given them to me. We bought the luggage and everything seemed light, between us there was only one weight, which I put on myself.
- Lauren, open this auxiliary compartment here near the radio... - He said sounding unconcerned.
There was a gun in the compartment, what would he do? Would you shoot me in the head after you made fun of me? I was petrified looking at him in disbelief that he was asking me to pick up the weapon he would use in my eventual death.
It sounds idiotic I know, why would someone kill a person they spent sixty thousand reais on in one day? And why on earth would he ask me to hold the gun?
Shitty journalist I am!
- Relax... Behind the gun is your cell phone! - The smile is funny at times, malicious at times. I loved them both
My eyes sparkled, and when I went to get it he interrupted me - Don't get excited, it's just to answer that stupid friend of yours who keeps texting.
I ignored her calling my friend an idiot, just grabbed my device. I remembered the rules, NO ASKING FOR HELP, and let's face it, asking for help for what? Well fed, well cared for and completely given over to this man who is perhaps the hottest man to ever walk the face of the earth... There was no reason, and I was nowhere near the little girl in a cliché movie!
“Oh but he is dark and scares me, I'm going to run away” man, only virgin girls think that way in my vision! My situation was not ideal, I won't deny it, it was not feminist at all of me to accept being under his care without questioning anything!
He was a bandit after all, someone I should fear deeply... But I couldn't! I don't know, maybe my father was right! There is something VERY wrong with my brain! And I'm destined to live life in my own mess. Of course, he said that to offend me, but when I considered and thought about my brother's life, I thought about how Pedro acted out with his wife that life perfectly framed in gold. How beautiful they looked together! But I also know that my sister-in-law, who always seems to be bored, would waste hours just looking at Vicenzo. And that would be her most emotional moment.
I bet she would step off her throne and throw herself in the middle of it just for a second of his attention.
Don't get me wrong, you know? I believe in female power, and that's exactly why I allowed myself to live this adventure. With him.
When I picked up my cell phone I replied to Letícia's messages, you know I was grateful to her, I loved her, but I got pissed when I saw that I was “missing” and I didn't find any message there concerned about my well-being. Just her night reports, and I loved her ability to always prioritize herself, but at the same time I hated it! With all my strength. Selfish bitch!
I thought about what it would be like if I told her what it was like, I bet she would think it was a lie. That a man would never walk into a fitting room and get his mate's legs tangled up around him, just to get it so deep and hot... I would be a liar! I caught myself letting out a wry laugh from my lips.
- What happened Lauren? - he asked curiously
- I'm just thinking about what Letícia would say if she knew what happened today!
- Would you tell her how? He teased, smiled, but didn't look at me. he continued to stare at the traffic.
- Don't force Vicenzo!
- Would you tell her that I'm a bastard, that I invaded the dressing room and put my mouth on your wet pussy... Would you tell her that it was terrible when I put you on the wall and made you come hot? a villain of the worst kind! Wow, I think about it and I still remember the moans in my ear... Makes me want to do it again - It was provocation, he was enjoying my embarrassment, with my red face and hesitant look. - It was a joke, Lauren! - he rehearsed a disappointed act that didn't last long, then he smiled again.
I turned back to my cell phone, there were no messages from my family, just one from my mother... Asking about my boyfriend.
Millions of unanswered messages from the magazine that I didn't bother responding to. I bet no journalist in the world has covered the life of a mafia drug lord as well. With all those cuts and sensations and intimacy.
That's what I told myself before bed as a reader, and that's how I managed to get over the fact that he attracted me not just because of his looks, but because of his danger.
So, don't cut my wave, this story I tell you is carefully, so that you don't go around doing what I did.
Only not.
- Answered Lauren? - He said urgently looking at me, I could have sworn I saw a smile in the corner of his lips.
- Yes, are you going to deprive me of my cell phone again? - I asked making a pitying face, will it stick?
- Fuck Lauren, no! That face of yours I can't stand it! Stay with him! But take away the beauty location? And follow what I told you! Do you give me your word?
- I give my word! - I wasn't lying, I had no interest in telling anyone, or asking for help. I wanted to know, I wanted to find out. And I wanted to have my heart broken by someone who had at least made me come! Suffering for an idiot who didn't even know what hole to put me in was synonymous with failure!
When we got to the hotel again I could see how beautiful it was in the daylight, the privileged location would never lead me to suspect that someone there was a bandit.
We got into the elevator, Vicenzo didn't touch me once, I was totally impatient.
- Well we got to the corridor... - I said smiling... I was hitting on him, but being subtle. At least I thought so. I lifted my chest to get in his face and blurted out something like, Do you have any more programming? Or just bath and travel? Do you have time? - Was I really expecting an order? No, I expected him to say something that would take my breath away!
He laughed, ran a hand through his brown hair so carefree.
- Lauren, I can't understand you! Sometimes so mysterious, sometimes so obvious!
Was I being obvious then? Yes, but did I want to stop being obvious? No.
The sonsas don't go far! Only the smart ones get what they need! Like the law school senior who had David's shriveled dick over and over again. And I didn't feel bad because she took what was mine. I felt bad for being the cuckold of such an ugly and uninteresting man!
- I don't understand, what do you mean by obvious?
I got a little closer.
- I know you want more, I know you would like me to enter that room now and show you what else I have for you. - He came close without touching, just the hand that passed over my face putting a lock of hair back - It was nice, wasn't it? I know that all I have to do is make you wet and that you love me sucking your breasts when I fuck you! I already learned some obvious things about you! But we definitely have to catch a plane ok?
The words took me out of orbit, the ease he had in deciphering me and always telling the truth opened up for me my lack of character in this matter. There were no hoaxes, he hadn't researched that about me, he knew why he watched me! Because he noticed my moans, my looks, he noticed how I stayed with him close by. I let it show too much.
Maybe I should be a little less.
Not too much, just enough to not be what I hated "obvious"
Well, the sonsas go somewhere I guess!
F*ck!