Chapter 13: Chapter 13

I'm in fucking stress. It's been two weeks since I arrived from New York and everything seems to be going wrong. When I take two steps forward, it feels like something pulls me back. I discover that the hole César put me in is much bigger than I thought. But that just makes me more motivated.

I leave work and go to a bar close to home. I'm in need of a drink and some other air to relax with, because I've done all I can today.

Cecília is walking on the rails, as she promised. I have people watching her so that she doesn't do anything that will tarnish my image. After all the work the last few days, I just had time to announce our engagement to the press today. The news swirled everywhere, with speculation and gossip. But I do not care.

I take a seat at one of the far-flung tables and lift my finger to order a brandy. The place is discreet, empty and quiet. I rarely come here due to lack of time, but it's a good pastime when I need to relieve myself. In every sense of the word.

I see a woman sitting on the bar stool not far from me and call the bartender over again. He comes closer and I speak close to his ear. The boy nods and it doesn't take long for my goal to be achieved. The curvy redhead turns to me and widens her eyes when she sees me. I see the ring on her finger, but that doesn't stop me. On the contrary, it only motivates me. Now that I'm engaged, I can't be too careful. Looking for a committed woman guarantees me discretion, because she won't want to expose herself either.

She smiles broadly, desire showing in every gesture. I raise my glass to the woman, who gets up from her stool and gracefully approaches. Big breasts pop out through the tight dress, which highlights all the curves of your body.

“Thanks for the drink. It's my favorite.

- I know. I was watching you. I'm Thomas.

"Juliet, nice to meet you."

I grab her hand across the table, pull her close and give her a kiss.

She smiles sheepishly, but it doesn't fool me. I've had more women than I can count, so I know all the little games they play because they think they're fooling someone.

"Do you want to go somewhere more private?" I ask directly. She bats her long eyelashes and feigns surprise.

- Where?

“To one of my hotels. “What was once an interest in just my looks turns into so much more. Exactly as I predicted.

- All good.

I get up quickly and leave two notes on the table before leading Juliet out, touching her back lightly.

I go to one of the hotels near my house and it doesn't take long for us to go up to the apartment. I barely close the door and invade your mouth. I press the woman against the wall and she doesn't resist. He drops the bag on the floor and grabs my hair. Quick hands take off my jacket and toss it. away . It gives the same fate to the rest of the outfit and to my shoes right after.

I don't waste time taking her to bed. I grab a condom from one of the drawers on the table by the door and protect myself. I lift the dress and bend the woman to lean against the wall. I lift your big ass and put it in one go. She moans loudly and digs her nails into the wall. I pull her long hair back and thrust hard, without changing position, just to ease the tension in my body. To make me tired to the point of just passing out.

I slap her ass hard as she screams. I feel the luscious pussy expelling my cock and I thrust again until I come pulling her hair back with force.

I control my breathing and pull out of her. I drag her to the bed and throw her there. I go to the bathroom and get rid of the condom. I go back to the bedroom and find the woman lying on the bed with a smirk on her face.

"Are you almost ready again?"

- Ever. Open your mouth and suck me, Juliana.

- Julie... - Before she completes, I fix her hair and take my cock to her mouth.

She smiles against my cock wantonly and starts to take off the dress that was still on her body. The woman squeezes her nipples as I force myself down her throat. She gasps, but doesn't stop sucking me. The way I like it.

I'm about to come when I hear my cell phone ringing. I pull away and walk over to the door to retrieve the abandoned phone from my jacket pocket. It could be something from the company.

I see that the woman looks at me, not understanding why I interrupted. But nothing is more important than my job, let alone a fuck. I answer it and walk over to her again, the phone to my ear.

“Suck it silently,” I murmur, covering the mic and shoving my cock in her mouth. I go back to the call. — Thomas speaking.

— Your Thomas, sorry to call at this time, but you need to see the photos I sent. Are important. You asked me to… —I'll look, Celso.

I hang up the call and access the messaging app. What I see freezes my blood with rage and makes me turn away from the woman who sucked me.

Images of Cecilia drunk again fill my screen. To make matters worse, she posted the images on her social networks and tagged me in all of them, presenting herself as my fiancée in that deplorable situation.

I will kill that girl.

**

Cecília

I figured it would get easier after the first drunk, but it didn't. My head feels like it's about to explode and everything hurts. Everything seems too bright, too noisy. It takes me a few seconds to recognize where I am and I realize I'm on my bed in the sorority house .

Ever since that arrogant Thomas returned to Brazil and left me alone, I've moved back here. But now it all seems kind of weird. Different. As if my life were another. And it's another one. Everything I knew has crumbled like sand and now I'm so lost I don't know what to do with myself. I lost the motivation to go to the classes I love so much. For what? I'll never be able to work at Dad's company, if I screw up I'll never be able to work. I don't doubt that idiot Thomas will lock me in the house like I'm a table decoration.

I'm still going to graduate because I'm not going to throw away all my hard work. I'm going to finish the semester and get my degree, but I've decided to enjoy my last few months of freedom. I'm just not used to it.

Kelly freaked out when I agreed to go to her first party with her and now she won't leave me alone. My body is asking for rest and just thinking about drinking something else, my stomach turns.

I really am an idiot.

I'm here, having my whole life sacrificed because of my father's mistakes, and I can't even drink in peace. Idiot!

I sleep and wake up all day, but I can't get out of bed. It's late afternoon when Kelly storms into my room like a hurricane, and I groan in pain, burying my face in the pillow.

- Be quiet, please - I ask softly, feeling everything hurt.

- Sorry! she whispers and approaches the bed. She sits next to me and hands me a glass of water and some pills. "I thought I'd be better by now." Here, take this.

I swallow the bitter pills with a gulp of water and bury my face in the pillow again. Kelly laughs.

“You're too weak,” he teases and smooths my hair. “Take it easy next time, Cecilia. She's not used to it, she can't drink that much at once.

“I know,” I whimper. “And I don't even like the taste, I just… I just want to forget about my problems, Kelly.

“Oh, my friend. If you keep going at this rate, you're just going to get in more trouble,” she says with a laugh.

I look at her confused, and Kelly blinks several times. Her mouth drops open and her eyes widen.

- You do not remember? he asks in surprise. I shake my head no and sit down on the mattress, worried.

- What happened? I ask.

— Aren't you getting notifications on your phone? - she asks. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and fiddles with it for a few seconds before handing it to me.

— It's out of battery, I didn't put it to charge — I say with a thread of voice. I didn't put it on charge mainly because Dad keeps calling and I'm not in the right frame of mind to keep refusing his calls. It hurts me a lot not to talk to him. I miss home a lot, him, Mom. But I can't forgive them both for what they're putting me through.

I pick up my cell phone and look at the photos posted on a social network. I gasp and bring a hand to my mouth in shock.

A series of very compromising photos appear on the screen. I'm really, really drunk on all of them. I feel my eyes fill with tears when I click on a video and see that the skimpy dress Kelly convinced me to wear gives a privileged view of every private part of my body as I dance on top of the table.

“Oh my God…” I whisper, horrified. What did I do? It is then that I see that what is already bad can get worse.

Because Thomas is tagged in the photos. All of them.

I feel my eyes water when I see the amount of comments and likes. No, no, no, this can't be happening. Desperation hits everything when I see that he liked the video.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

“He's going to kill me,” I say. I hear Kelly's carefree laughter and I open my eyes to look at her, moving my hand to dismiss what I've said.

“No, he won't. It's just you cry. No man can resist when he sees a woman crying.

Ah, Kelly, you don't know this man. If I cry, he'll say it's not enough. My God, I'm so screwed.

I jump out of bed and go to the window, just to see what I already knew.

- What is it? my friend asks.

“Security is at the door,” I say, looking toward the entrance to the house. I go back to bed and finally put the phone on charge. When the device turns on, I hold my breath. There's a message from him. A single message from him fourteen hours ago.

“You are so fucked up, crystal.”

I bite my lip, feeling a shiver run down my spine. I don't know if it's good or bad. Bad, because I'm terrified. But… for some reason, I remember his hoarse voice in my ear that morning when he pinned me to the wall in the hotel hallway. I remember your beard on my neck, I remember your mouth in my ear saying that...

"Why are you all red like that, Cecilia?" Kelly asks.