Bonus - Between Wines, Love

Zara Alcântara

My youngest brother's wedding happened, and I still can't believe so many things have happened in the last five months.

I gaze at the sunset that occurred in Ibiza. I managed to return to Capri alongside Pietra and Guilherme. I didn't want to spend any more time deluding myself that one day Ruslan would give up who he is to live by my side in Europe.

Being in love with him was something that wasn't in my plans, but what could I do? He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own.

On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms.

I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!

I look back at the setting sun and bring the glass to my lips, savoring the taste, feeling each note of flavor in every milliliter of wine I'm sipping. Suddenly, I feel an impact on my back, and what was left in my glass spills over my white dress that I bought this morning.

I feel my face flush with anger over the accident that just happened. But what happened seems to have worsened the feeling of anger I was feeling for being alone again in such a beautiful place.

Here's the translation of the text into American English:

"I still can't understand why I'm the only one in the family who can't have a lasting relationship. My sister has a little dog of her own, Matheus lives his fairy tale with Alice, and even Mahjub, after stumbling around, finally found his happy ending with Hope. And how do I surpass my mother, who is loved by two completely smitten men?

I turn towards the culprit who destroyed my dress, ready to rant about it. But as I turn, the man who probably should be a contender for my father is there with a guilty look.

"Forgive me, miss!" I'm speechless at the beauty of the man in front of me.

I look at the man with green eyes, a shade darker than my sister's. I realize how tall he is, which makes me feel short. I watch as he clumsily tries to clean up the mess he made on my dress.

"It's okay," I say, trying to control my anger.

I move his hand away from my body, but for some reason, I start to feel a desperate desire to have his hand inside my dress. My breathing quickens as he comes closer and touches my breast with the handkerchief.

I don't know if it was the wine, loneliness, or simply the moment itself, but the way that man looked at me made me start to entertain thoughts about him. From the way he approached me, it was clear he wanted the same thing I needed.

I get annoyed with myself for feeling this way and snatch the napkin from his hand. I glance one last time at the man, knowing I'll probably never see him again, and head towards the bathroom to clean up as much as I can and return to the hotel.

I walk away, fuming, leaving the clumsy man behind, still hearing him apologize and someone telling him to follow. But I pay no attention and entered the empty bathroom.

I go to one of the sinks and take off my dress, wearing a red lingerie set. I turn on the faucet and start washing my dress, with the most random thoughts running through my mind."

"Please, let me make it up to you," I hear the same male voice in the bathroom.

"This is the ladies' room!" I exclaim, hiding my body with the dress.

I see his gaze change, desire growing in the stranger as he starts walking towards me.

"I know, but I want to make amends," he says, approaching with his eyes fixed on my face.

"There's no need, now leave," I say, almost shouting.

A mischievous smile appears on his lips. I look at his face and his well-groomed beard with a few gray strands that make him even more charming. His hair is neatly trimmed on the sides, left slightly longer on top, giving him a more youthful appearance.

The stranger's hands come to my waist, pulling me towards him as I start to be pushed against the door. I keep my eyes fixed on him and hear just the click of the door closing.

"What are you doing?" I ask, starting to feel more excited.

“Something I’ve wanted to do since earlier!” he says, closing the space between us.

“Then do it,” I smile.

I receive the kiss from the stranger who seems to have been watching me for some time. I let him kiss me, pushing aside any concerns that he might be dangerous for another moment. Just because I'm not part of the same organization as my brother doesn't mean I don't know how to use this dress to deal with a stranger who seems ready to have sex with me in this bathroom.

Our kiss becomes more demanding, and I let my dress fall to the floor the moment his hands move to my butt and lift me against the closed door.

I rest my hands on his shoulders and surrender to my fun with the stranger.

“Fioravanti, get out of this bathroom, people are coming!” I push my face away from his.

“Rafael Fioravanti?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yes, miss!” I climb down from his lap, fuming with anger.

And the moment of my revenge comes. I knee him, leaving him kneeling on the bathroom floor. I hurriedly picked up my dress and put it on, recalling all the baseless gossip about me, Mahjub, and even Aurora, making my irritation worse.

How could I have felt any attraction to the CEO of Gazeta Manauara, the biggest celebrity gossip magazine?

“Damn good kiss…”

To be continued…