Billionaire Seduction

by Miller, Christine

  - Cancel.

  No sooner said than done.

  Half an hour later, I tear my glower at a smiling Bernardo. The typical smile of someone who knows he's being watched and admired by others ... His arrogant and confident presence fills the room and it suffocates me.

  - Welcome. - The maitre d ', an old acquaintance of ours, comes to meet me - How long, Lady sources. - Tries to rescue my bag, but keep close to me.

  - Miss Kovac. - Fix it immediately.

  Embarrassed, the man smiles and extends his arm indicating the back of the restaurant. - Allow me to accompany you.

  - No need, thank Arturo.

  Let the man back and back to face Bernard.

  My stomach wraps. It looks good and still beautiful. The trimmed blond hair and much shorter leaves its most highlighted Nordic face. Almost a warrior. I admit that this same face has caused me a feeling of euphoria, but today, all I feel is indifference.

  The beautiful and grin Theo blows my mind. Ah! My temperamental angel ... I so wish you were in the place of this untreatable.

  My mouth dry and my heart compresses. I hate myself for giving in again ace wills my ex husband. I barely had time to scrawl an apology to Michael, hand it to the receptionist and be dragged to the same restaurant that Bernard asked me to marry.

  Used to love the warmth and discreet and classic décor, this small, upscale restaurant in Santa happiness neighborhood, famous for its local cuisine. The beautiful place and full of orchids, which fall like a green waterfall in the entrance walls, has been my favorite. Take a deep breath for strength ... Not even the flowers that I love so much, can ease the tension in my body.

  I walk slowly among the tables covered with white linen. Some customers elegant watch me go and purse the nose. I remember that I'm still the same morning clothes, jeans, tank top light blue silk, shoes All white star and hair tied in a ponytail. I lift my chin and ignore them. So I'm too casual for the occasion? So that my pants have a dirt specks?

  Bunch of snobs!

  An aroma of Italian food is present, but does not feel like it. Go on determined to get this over with.

  - My precious! - My ex greets me and stand beside the table that used to be ours.

  I hate this name!

  Clean throat to keep her composure. His eyes are searching mine and every step I take, I wonder how I never realized how this guy is underhanded and selfish. A man obsessed with himself and for him, I was always a kind of disguise. A well-educated figurine, to appear at parties while he represented the perfect family man role.

  - Why did Philip drag me here? - Ask the most hostile possible, stopping at a safe distance.

  Dressed in a black suit of Italian cut, his smile grows to devour my body with a bad look. I shudder, I know the intention contained behind these icy blue eyes.

  - Uh ... You do not return my calls. - Passes the thumb on his lower lip. - There would otherwise ... It's a little complicated to have access to you lately.

  Control the urge to roll his eyes. - It is because they do not want to see nor speak to you with you. Do yourself a favor to us, let me go.

  - No.

  - Whatever Bernardo?

  - You.

  Shit!

  A scandal at the hotel would have been better. I turn and start making your way back. Ill give five steps and a huge hand and firm squeezes my arm, forcing me to stop. Turn Me and his muscular body sticks to mine, wrapping me in a tight hug. My arms get stuck, flush with the side of my body. Freeze and look scared for the people who smile at us, as if we were just a couple killing miss.

  The strong scent and his warmth make sprout bad memories and shudder to realize his erection. Force the body to the back, Bernardo pushes me more. It's like I'm being violated. And I am. I do not want this man touching me ever again!

  - That your smell. - His warm breath hurts the skin of my neck. - Can you feel this? - Whispers and rubs his crotch against mine. Creed! - My cock wants to fuck this her tight pussy.

  Uh what?

  I feel sick ... very sick.

  The only dirty words that excite me, are said by Theo. Squirm me in disgust.

  - Or drop me now, you cursed, or cry rape. You decide. - Growl in her ear smiling at the people who continue to enjoy the spectacle.

  - It's all right. - Sticks his wet and warm tongue in my ear and ... God! I hate this! - My cock can expect ... - growls, loose hug and drags me to the table, forcing me to sit. Sits and stares at me with a look of pure rage. - We have a lot to talk before I fuck you the way you like. - Smiles gently as if speaking the most delicate compliment.

  - I never knew what I like. - Shooting without thinking.

  - Like what by any chance? I forget the respect and fuck you like a whore?

  Bottleneck. Feel the skin on my neck itch ... I close my eyes ... Denying me to look at this man. Damn it! Who is he? I can not be wrong much! Take a deep breath, grateful to be back to the door and the other patrons and relieved because the tables closest to us are empty.

  - It was this that made me, Precious? - Insists on the same honeyed tone, I open my eyes and it are still cooler.

  - Wine, Lord. - The somelier[27]interrupts. Watch him serve Bernardo smelling and then tasting the liquid deep red color. Gestures agreeing with the choice and points to my glass. - It's a Bordeaux[28]. - Man explains and serves a generous dose for me. - Intense, somewhat atypical for the lightness of the dishes, but the Lord sources insisted our best red.

  - Thank you, Ivan. You can leave the bottle, please? - The strange man's request, but do what I ask. Before leaving, puts the bottle on the table as if it were a precious commodity.

  - What's it? He became a drunk? - Bernardo says gruff and not give myself the trouble to answer. Challenging it, turn the glass like water and fill again.

  Wow! even intense!

  The net falls burning my throat.

  - Better to eat. I do not want to load an alcoholic there.

  Ignore it and shift attention to a cascade of water that decorates the garden behind us. - The angelic girl went away, because he prefers to be treated like a bitch? - Resumes offenses section. I focus on water veins that flow flood stones slimy. - He asked what for those motherfuckers that came out? What you fodessem hard, hurting you?

  God! He's watching me?

  I want to throw up.

  - Enough, Bernardo.

  Raise your hand and fishing mine, squeezing it tightly and pulling me back. - We're not done. - Says aggressively. - Or sit down and listen to me, or that frat boy who is leaving, not back all of his race.

  Theo?

  Flashes of the night in the alley explode into my retina. I lack the air and my legs bambeiam ... Startled, do what you ask. Again I sit and at the same time, the waiter arrives with the orders. The same as we did every time we came to the restaurant.

  - The mass to limone is the way you like, Madame. Al dente and well citrus. - Smiles gently. Just grateful nod. - Lord, your penis with black truffle, drizzled with garlic oil. Buono Apetitte! - Lays out dishes and almost bouncing around the room.

  Take away the plate. Can not feel hungry in a situation like this.

  - You have no right to spy on me. Over, Bernardo.

  - Just over when I say it's over. Do you really think you would loose out there? That place that moved sucks and dangerous. Walking alone by St. Paul is crazy. - Back to put my plate in place. - With the.

  Nor I bother to ask how you found out my address ... Eva.

  - If it is dangerous or not my problem. I have the right to get on with my life. - A terrible idea crosses my mind. I never received news of the couple of guys out here in Curitiba. They used to send me e-mails and messages, even after breaking up with them. - Men who leaves. He did something against them?

  - Because? - Fills the mouth with a generous portion of pasta. Chews slowly while watching me. - Should? You know I do not like to touch on what is mine.

  How pronounces the phrase makes me cabreira.

  - God
, Bernardo. You are crazy! These men did not represent anything.

  - I did not do nothing. Just sent them a message. - Puts his fork. Supports elbows on the table, join hands and interlace your fingers. - And the preppy constructions? You've been pretty busy with it.

  A wave of fear run my spine to the toes. My body stiffens and have to hold the edge of the table for balance.

  Instinctively, I feel the delicious smell of Theo. I'm stunned, the memory is so real, it's as if Theo was on my side. Eye and there is no one. Calm, Nina. It's just your imagination. I focus not to jump on Bernardo's neck, I do not know what I can do, if he hurt my Angel.

  - Only work for him. Nothing but a bunch of boring and stressful meetings.

  Bernardo relieves face. - You're not going out with him? - Seems confused.

  Strange and wonder how much Bernardo know about me and Theo.

  - Of course not! - Roll my eyes in an attempt to represent repulsion. - Man is a temperamental boring. A nobody who thinks God. - Exaggeration to take the importance of Theo.

  Bernardo runs his hand on his face and his gaze is so deep, that a little, melts my brain. After sputters softly, something like being an idiot and have done everything wrong. - Sorry, Precious ... I was wrong ... I do not want to hurt you. The thing ran my control ...

  What thing?

  Wait a minute?

  - The alley was you? - Mumble. - He sent that man hurt me?

  His icy eyes seethe.

  - What alley? Are you hurt? - Leaning toward me and touches my face. I walk away. - You know how much is precious to me, never hurt you. Who was the son of a bitch who touched you? That was today? Tell me! - Requires and takes the phone.

  I put my hand on his to stop him. - It was here, waiting. I'm fine ... just a failed robbery attempt. Man is arrested.

  - You see! You can not go back to Sao Paulo, your place is here! - Explodes louder than it should.

  People stir up around us. I hear chairs moving behind me. I'm tempted to turn around and apologize, but the embarrassment stop me. - Calm down, Bernardo. People ... - arregalo eyes rebuking him.

  He mutters an apology for everyone and anyone. Then plunges his face in his hands and takes a deep breath. I am apprehensive and turn the second glass of wine. - Bernardo?

  A long sigh escapes her lips. - Precious tear that shit of paper. You need to forget what happened and get back to me. I want to take a girl like her.

  Uh what?

  My jaw drops with shame in Bernard's face.

  astonished eye, saying nothing ... Entro short ... No offense good enough, come to my head.

  What woman would take over as its a fruit child's betrayal of a husband, who did not love more?

  No! No! No!

  My conscience screams and coolest I try to be, I'm real ... In the flesh! I'm not a saint, Mother Teresa or one hundred percent heart! Not at this point.

  No one is! This is bullshit! I doubt!

  There is no woman in the world, so good and so unselfish. Able to do something like this without something larger or more important at stake. Maybe if the girl's life depended on it, but ... I want to laugh, breaking the plate in Bernardo head, but I'm petrified with the nonsense that just heard. The child's mother and father, is not an orphan.

  - Thank God! Is that a yes? You have to admit, we are perfect together ... After he left me, everything is going wrong! - Secure my hands, your unwanted touch of trance takes me. Retreat hands joining them in my lap.

  I need to understand this crazy that we are divorced. there is no return. I no longer loved him more, long before he betray me.

  - Bernardo ...

  - No! Listen to me - kill me. - Business is bad, my image has plummeted. No one invites me to anything. The Syrlene not know or hold a right fork is not up to our friends ...

  A nervous laugh escapes me.

  I know hold the cutlery accurately and right now all I want is stick a down the throats of Bernardo. God! Take this man to shut up! Breathe and breathe trying to maintain sanity.

  - All she can do is ask me more and more money. - Continues to prattle. - She does not care for our daughter ... If not for babysitting the girl would die of hunger. Put your hand in consciousness, Preciosa. This child needs a decent mother. Fucking damn time I fucked that bitch and put our marriage at risk!

  The bitch wakes me like a slap in the face. - Bernardo, over!

  - Never! It's my wife, damn it! - Is exalted and the whole restaurant is shaken. - Till death do Us part! Go back and take your place at my side!

  - To love you and respect you, remember? - I extol also, little caring about the buzz that begins to form. - And what did you do? Cheated on me! Had sex and got pregnant the bitch of your whore! A son, Bernard! No woman forgive this!

  I start to cry.

  - What's it? - Bernardo bawls for customers. - Never saw a fight between husband and wife? I do not give five minutes to end up in bed!

  I want to shout and deny, but I can not. My shame is greater. A chair being dragged and falling noise explodes behind me ... Before turning, I'm distracted by the raucous and mocking laughter Bernardo.

  -Cometi A mistake, but forget it. Let's go home, Preciosa.

  Oh Jesus!

  Gone mad!

  - Treason is not a mistake, it's a choice, Bernardo. - I say the obvious and surprised me, because despite the bitter taste that I felt at the time, today I do not care. - It's over, as is - whisper. - Just let me move on ... I'm happy.

  His icy eyes catch fire.

  Passes hands through his hair in exasperation and rises bumping the table. Glasses and saw a red tinge track flawless white towel. - It is because of that little shit of São Paulo, is not it? What does he has? It is richer than me? I'm your husband, fuck!

  - He got me! - Cry taken by anger. - Ended up! I'm in love with another man, satisfied now?

  - Your bitch! - Bernardo begins to break down everything you see ahead.

  Chaos is established. We are surrounded by waiters and the Maitre. Only now I notice that half the restaurant customers have left the place ... The other half: that is leaving us complaining or cursing. I sink in my chair and I ask that the universe help me. Felipe arrives to contain the fury of Bernardo, that's nothing, changes to cuckold coated mettle and goes away screaming ...

  - I never loved you, bitch!

  - When the other there, fuck your life, no point crawl ... I will not accept you back! Syrlene is amazing, a hurricane in bed!

  Fifteen

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  WHego the hotel at ten at night. Exhausted, hungry, with a debt of five thousand reais and soul washed. The day was hard, heavy conversations, yet liberating. It seems like my coming to Curitiba was like fate, can only be. After all this is my time to reset all pending issues and are meant to be solved, not swept under the carpet.

  Again, I made my choice. I decided to free myself of the ghosts I left here.

  First, an end more than necessary, the emotional and financial abuse of Eve, now Bernardo. I do not give a damn about the money I had to pay for the damage caused in the restaurant. Damn my overdraft or savings dregs I'll have to shave, all that matters are the last words he barked before finally dragged out by Felipe.

  - I do not want to hear about you or your mother crazy! Who is saying it's over, it's me! Me, hear me ... Take note there ... Bernardo Fontes is giving a foot in the ass Nina Kovac.

  Hallelujah, Lord!

  Peace...

  Relieved, step through the revolving door decided to present me with a relaxing bath and a long night's sleep. I'm still dizzy with wine. I paid thousand reais for him then, I found more than just taking what's left in the taxi back to the hotel.

  Compliance with the receptionists with a nod and right step. Not bother to check the Theo errands or to warn Michael that I'm back. Tired, I decide that everything can wait, my dose of strong emotions sold out for today. Tomorrow I resolve me with everyone. As I wait for the elevator, distracted me with geome
tric designs white carpet and black, brand new.

  - Nina, at last!

  Giro, but my head does not accompany the body, it goes slowly then. It takes a few seconds to focus on Michael. I scratch my head. - I left a message, did not receive?

  - I received. Everything is fine with you? - Look at me with concern.

  - All right, why not be? - Reply to Michael and say hi to the family guy next to him.

  - I do not know, this whole thing with her husband. Are fleeing the face equal to Julia that movie? Is that blonde?

  - Of course I'm blonde! Julia? What movie?

  - Roberts, of course! - Clarifies.

  Not God!

  It can only be a nightmare and I have not slept.

  - Sleeping with the enemy! - The boy next talk to the excited and beats a hand in the other.

  - I did not watch. - Answer and face the nosy guy.

  Thanks!

  This guy I no who you are.!

  Hardly recognized my casually dressed security.

  - Rafael? - Confirm confused. It seems someone else in those dark jeans, yellow shirt and messy hair.

  - Mrs.

  Thanks! Thanks!

  - Why are you here? - I ask the Rafael and then turn to Miguel. - How do you know this thing with my EX husband? - Force the intonation in the former.

  The two look at each other and are quiet ... quiet ones like two brothers that have just been discovered breaking collection of favorite mother crystals.

  PLIN.

  The elevator arrives, but I did not embark. There is not going anywhere until they tell me Tim-Tim Tim-Tim what is happening. With hands on hips start to walk around the two. - I want the truth. How did you know my ex? Why did you come to Curitiba, Rafael? It was Theo who sent you to watch over me? - I start my questioning

  I attended many police series and I know how to start a confession two big guys.

  - Or tell me what's going on or ... or ... or ... I'll start bawling and bawling to burst your eardrums. - Improvisation to forget which torture methods the girl wore the show. - I join many people who will think the two are torturing me. - I say and start screaming the keenest I can.

  Packed with wine, give my best ... Maybe sobrea tomorrow, I regret, not now. And then, what happened today in the restaurant, a scene more or less will not worsen my day.