Chapter 11: Chapter 11

thomas

I wait for Cecília in the hotel's meeting room. The lawyer is at my side, reviewing the paperwork I asked him to review and have ready for today. The damn girl is late and I need to control the urge to go after her and shake her until she understands that she needs to act different from what she's used to from now on. I'm not going to get involved with someone who runs the risk of tarnishing the good image I've always given to the media. The girl will have to walk the line.

I hear a light knock on the door minutes later and I know it's her.

- Goes into.

I have my back to the door and I hear the hesitant footsteps approaching.

— You're late, Cecilia. When I make an appointment with you, show up. Not a minute later.

- I got lost. I didn't know where the meeting room was,” she whispers and walks over to the chair across the table from me.

I arch an eyebrow when I see that it's all produced. Baggy clothing no longer exists, let alone horrible, see-through pajamas. Do not say anything. I'm not going to praise you because, from now on, it won't be more than an obligation for you to be well dressed.

“I don't have all day. Sit down. The contract is right there in front of you. Read with attention. No topics are open for discussion, it's just to be aware of what you need to do,” I mumble, and she frowns in confusion.

He looks at the leaves with a devastating expression that he is going to the gallows. He picks up the pen from the top of the papers and begins to read. As he reads, his expression changes from sad to angry. I expected this.

"What kind of contract is this?" she asks and lifts her head to look at me, shocked. “I thought it was just to make sure I didn't give up and not to control my whole life, what I wear, what I eat, what I do for a living. You are crazy?

I look at the lawyer, who is paid handsomely to be discreet and not say anything that is none of his business.

"Would you excuse us for a few minutes?" I'll call you later.

He nods, gets up from his chair and leaves quietly. As soon as she steps out of the room, I get up too, walk to the door and lock it. When I turn to Cecília, she seems cornered like a helpless little animal about to run away.

“I'm only going to say this once… You're not going to speak to me in that tone ever again, understood? I ask, as I approach his chair. "Much less in front of other people." You will be a good girl. Obedient, delicate, intelligent and hardworking. Won't you, Cecilia? I know the good girl of a few years ago is out there somewhere.

“You…” Her face is flushed and she looks nervous. “You're not going to talk to me like that either. You're not better than me just because you have power.

- I am not? Do you really think so?

I move my mouth from side to side, as if I'm thinking, but I'm just thinking of a way to cut through this insolence. I wouldn't put up with that from anyone else, least of all her, the daughter of the man who nearly ruined my entire life.

— But do you know what I am, Cecília? I say and lift her chin, but she pushes it away. “I'm vindictive. I don't take matters home with me and I never forgive anyone who faltered with me. And your dear little daddy, crystalzinho, made a big mistake with me. It doesn't take much for me to destroy his life.

“You're a monster,” she says, tears welling up in her brown eyes.

— Oun , I was saddened by your offense. I've never heard anything like it,” I say wryly. "You wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him, would you?" How bad would it be if something terrible accidentally happened. Or maybe that's exactly what you want. Get rid of the burden of being with me no matter what happens to him, as a form of punishment for what Caesar did to you. Then you would be a lot like me, crystal.

— I will never be like a heartless person like you — he growls and dries his face. “I may not have your power, your age, your malice, but I have honor.

“Good for you,” I say seriously and pull away immediately. "Let's go to the contract because I have other things to do." I don't have all day for that.

She straightens in her chair, wipes more tears, and goes back to reading. Her eyes widen with each line she reads and I watch her.

— “Cecília Magalhães may not have any kind of intimate relationship with anyone during the marriage,” — she reads in a low voice. 'So far so good, because that's what marriage is supposed to be. But “Thomas de Albuquerque will have other company whenever he wants, as long as he is discreet”.

- It's normal. I will not do anything to tarnish my image. Consequently, neither does yours - I answer calmly and she widens her eyes even more. "What is it, little crystal?"

“I'm not signing this,” he says, shaking his head. “You can… sleep with whoever you want, but I'm going too.

I close my eyes and the girl continues reading the contract.

— “There will be no physical or sentimental relationship between Cecília Magalhães and Thomas de Albuquerque”. She reads it and laughs in despair before completing it. "Like you know what feelings are." It's like I want to have you touching me.

I examine her and see the traces of anger in her body: in her clenched shoulders and jaw, in the way she grips the paper, in the anger in her eyes. The little mouse thinks she has fiber, poor thing.

"Why, Cecilia?" I ask and go back to her. I turn the chair towards me and the girl starts, gripping the seat tightly. “That's not what your body told me yesterday when I was sliding my beard down your neck. That's not what the shudder told me. Actually, that's not what he tells me now...

I approach just to tease and I see her holding her breath, but still with an angry expression.

“Your body is begging for my touch, girl. You're squeezing your thighs together, holding your breath, squeezing your hands together to control how turned on your body is right now.

“My body may be dumb, but my head isn't,” she replies and walks away. — I agree with this topic here. You will never dare to approach me. All you'll get is my disgust! The last thing I want in life is to have my first time with a scrotum!

She pulls out her chair lightly and turns it back to the table, flipping through the papers.

Something catches my attention in his furious speech. First time? It was all I needed. A young lady who, in addition to being naive, is a virgin.

"First time, huh?" I scoff and pull his chair back out for me. — Don't turn your back on me when I'm talking to you, Cecília. Does that mean you're even purer than I thought? What it was? Let me guess... Are you looking for a prince charming? The perfect man who spoils you, falls madly in love with you?

"Are you…" More tears appear on her face, but she quickly wipes them away, furious.

“A monster, I know,” I say, rolling my eyes derisively. "Or I already know!" Nobody wanted you? They just wanted to fuck you and that never interested you? Are you frigid? Cold? Me…

Before I can predict it, the slap lands hard on my face and she's on her feet, pushing into my chest.

- Shut up! he shouts. "You're not going to talk to me like that, you bastard!" I hate you! I hate you!

Out of control, Cecilia punches my chest hard as I press the stinging side of my cheek she hit.

“What did I say about hitting myself, girl? - I hold her fists so she stops punching me and walk away. — I was willing to be nice to you, but I can see that you don't deserve it, crystal. Sit down and finish reading.

I point to the papers on the table and Cecilia sits down, crying uncontrollably. I don't feel sorry, even less now. The girl is doing better than the order in terms of fragility. It will be great to gloat over César's protection and care for his little girl. I want him to feel all the pain of imagining his most prized possession alone with a man he now sees as a predator. I smile as I imagine the look of desperation on her face when I describe how I'm going to deprive her precious one. Not that it's actually going to happen, but he doesn't need to know.

My relationship with Cecília will not go beyond business. A way I found to blackmail Caesar into doing whatever I say.

“I won't sign until you change this about me not being able to date,” she says, now more in control despite her makeup-smeared face. "And I'm going to have my own room." I will not sleep next to you.

— I don't want you in my bed, Cecília — I reply. - I'll think about your case. If you're that desperate to lose your virginity, I can help you.

— I'd rather be eaten by worms — she replies with a fierce look, which makes me burst out laughing.

You can't deny that sometimes the mouse has fiber.

— I'm going to send the revised contract today by my lawyers, before I return to Brazil.

She nods slowly and pushes the papers across the table.

“Don't make me regret this, Cecilia. I'm going to trust you to behave like a good girl, understood? If you step out of line, I'll come back and take you to Brazil with me.

“Yes, sir,” she says sarcastically, and I flash her a predatory smile.

“Good girl .