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Heitor took the phone from my hand. I was motionless. I don't know if I had more strength to fight against everything that was happening. It felt like an endless nightmare.

I took the phone back from Heitor's hands, not listening to what he had said or letting him finish:

- It's a lie, Daniel! You are not her father. I introduced you and Salma and I remember it very well. They worked in the same place, but they only knew each other by sight. And Salma was pregnant when you first came to our apartment.

- I've had sex with her before, Babi. One night she left Babylon so drunk she couldn't even remember her own name. She cared little for condoms. I'd like to be fucked anyway...

- Liar! - I shouted - What do you want now? Cash? Assets? For you and Anya and Breno?

- I have DNA in hand, Babi. And if you've read the diaries, you'll know that Salma had sex with me, because she mentions it.

- Why wouldn't you have said that before if that was true? Why just now?

- Because I didn't want a fucking kid. And all this madness hadn't even crossed my mind.

- But Salma made it clear that the baby was Heitor's.

- I've had sex with her before, Babi. Maria Lua is mine.

- You... You don't even look like her. – I said, not knowing what to say at that moment.

- Do you swear? She is the spitting image of Heitor and is not his daughter. – He smirked at the other end of the line – You can do more DNA tests, even in different laboratories, just to be sure.

- How much do you want?

- Nothing. I want my daughter. And I'm going to take it away from you, beautiful , hot Babi.

- What's in it for you? I know you don't want the girl, Daniel. All you care about is money.

- No longer. I want my daughter, period. I know you filed the custody order. And I will present the documents that prove that Maria is my and Salma's daughter.

- I... We can pay. Whatever you want.

- You weren't very kind to me, Babi. So I don't want to trade anymore. I'm an honest man. All I want is to live in peace with my daughter. - He said while laughing.

Heitor took the phone from my hand and hung up. I looked at him, feeling my heart pounding, not knowing what to say. My legs were shaky.

- Enough of this, Barbara! We'll let the judge decide. Daniel could be bluffing. Anyone can be Maria Lua's biological father. But we know that we are her real parents, my love. Nothing will take this child from us. I promise.

- And if he is the father, Heitor? Now he doesn't even want money anymore...

- And there's really no way to go on giving money for our daughter forever, as if she were a commodity, something we rent to have. Enough, Barbara. Let's face it.

I faced Hector, not knowing whether or not to say what I was thinking at that moment.

- I'm going to kill Daniel, Barbara. Even if it's the last thing you do. Even more so now that the bastard prevented me from making love to my wife at our housewarming. Nothing pisses me off more than this: getting our boner to end, disqualified.

- Heitor... I don't think you're worried about that.

- I am... Because honestly, I'm not worried about Maria Lua. No one will take it away from us. Daniel is lying... testing us. I'm calm about everything.

- Heitor, if Daniel is the father, we are fucked.

- What if it's not him and he's lying? I don't believe him... Mainly because I don't want money this time.

I looked into the wonderful house. The huge room, with high ceilings, well lit, with glass on all sides, letting the sun enter directly into the entire environment. Ahead, a slightly smaller room, with a dining room, surrounded by mirrors.

- Does this house have an end? I asked, arching an eyebrow.

- If you want, yes. If you don't want it, you won't. He wrapped my body around me, pulling me towards him.

I lifted my face and looked into the intense green of his eyes.

- Hey, disqualified! Let's travel? – Asked.

- Travel? To... The apartment? He arched an eyebrow playfully.

"No..." I lowered my head.

"Damn it, I knew that wasn't what you were referring to." Do you really want to run away?

- Do not consider it as an escape. A trip... Honeymoon.

- With the daughter? - He wrinkled his forehead.

- With the daughter. – I confirmed.

- Will you have everything that actually exists on a honeymoon? - He asked, ironically.

- I don't know what to refer to, disqualified. But some orgies go through my head... Sex without time to end... A good sucking - I looked in the direction of his cock - And maybe the attempt to have another child - the voice was lower in this part.

He took the phone out of his pocket and made a call:

- Anon, have the jet ready immediately. Tell Nicolete to prepare her and Maria Lua's bags. We are leaving.

Anon said something on the other end, which I didn't make out.

- Destination unknown. – Heitor replied, hanging up the phone.

We looked at each other for a while, not saying anything. Until I broke the ice:

- I... I need to get out of this crossfire and the fear that plagues me around here.

- And I'll do anything for a blowjob from you, Bárbara Casanova. – He confessed.

- This blowjob will come out expensive, disqualified – I smile – But I promise it will be perfect.

- And some still didn't come out expensive? – he laughed amusedly – Do you want to look at the rest of the house or shall we leave it for the return?

- For the turn. We bring Malu and Nicolete along to explore everything as a group. – I suggested.

- To explore? I paid millions for this house so you could make it a safari?

We left and he closed the door. As we drove to the Maserati, I asked:

- This jet is the same one you used with the middle dick blonde, Dark Barbie, thief of...

He stopped and put his hand over my lips, not letting me continue:

- Not the same, disqualified! I exchanged it for a bigger one. And guess what?

- What?

- It has a private cabin.

- Private cabin? What is that?

- I'll show you, don't worry. By the way, the two of us will introduce you. He smiled and looked at his cock.

- How can you be so naughty?

He pulled me by the waist:

- How can you be so persuasive?

- It's my sweet way.

He chuckled and put his lips on my neck, giving a light hickey finished off with a warm tongue lick:

- You have me in your hands, Barbara! And I don't even know how I managed to stay like this, so delivered to you.

- And you have my heart, Heitor Casanova, disqualified mor, the man who made me have very, very deep feelings... - I kissed his mouth, trying not to worry about anything else.