by Ky Crossfire
— What’s up?
— Are you going to tell me about what happened back there?
The kiss. Of course he was talking about that. I smile.
— Why? Did it bother you?
He smirks and glances at my body.
— No, but I need to know if a hairy giant is going to come at me for kissing someone’s girlfriend.
A giant, hairy, furious wolf.
— I’m not his girlfriend. — I frown and look at Nick again. He’s already ordering.
— Humm… — He mumbles warily. — If I’m not mistaken, that is the same guy who threw you over his shoulder in front of about a hundred people, at least.
— We don’t have any relationship, at all. — I answer incisively. — The thing is, we have known each other ever since we were kids, and he’s always been an asshole.
Why couldn’t I just relax? I had the creeping feeling that, just like at the dinner night, he was about to show up at any moment to ruin everything.
Logan becomes silent. Why does Mr. Bad Wolf have to be the focus of our conversation and my thoughts? Dammit!
— Alright… — I give up. — I wanted to piss him, but I also wanted that kiss. If it made you uncomfortable, I won’t do it again. — I hold my chin over my hands and rest my head. Logan bursts out a cheeky smile and gets up.
— Don’t worry… I just hope the sea waters are cold. — He plays, grabbing his board.
As he runs towards the sea, I gaze at the muscular lines on hid golden body. Nick comes and sits next to me. He hands me a chocolate popsicle and takes one for him.
— Is chocolate fine?
— Time for you to learn something, punk: — I open the treat and take a bit. — chocolate is marvellous. If you ever meet a girl who doesn’t like it, — I take another bite — run, ‘cause she’s probably kinda nuts.
He giggles.
— I’m telling you, there’s one thing I surely know about in this life, and that’s sweets.
Nick looks at the tricks Logan does at the sea, surfing like a pro.
— Now, tell me. — I look around, as I have a creeping feeling of being watched, and I dislike that. Maybe it was because my swimsuit was shoved in my ass, but that was one of the reasons I didn’t go out much. — You got that black eye from a girl, didn’t you?
His eyes, which were as blue and the sea in front of us, widen.
— Relax. — I take a last bite of my popsicle. — Your secret is safe with me.
I sigh and lay down, enjoying the sun
— Me and my great Sherlock Holmes sense. — I swing my legs around. — I have to say though… the fruit does fall where you drop it.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
Corumbá – 14 years ago.
— Go, Rico! — I yell. — Hit his hairy ass straight!
Without ever taking my eyes away from the fight, I peel the mango with my hands, and its juice flows between my finger.
Nicolas dodges the hits and crouches, swinging his leg in a quick movement, making the brawl last only a few seconds. Rico is on the ground.
— Fuuuuck! — He curses, holding his wrist against his chest. — You broke my wrist, dickhead!
— I didn’t mean to! — He shouts and laughs
Nicolas looks at me and prepares to run, but I catch his pace, and we fall down together. He tried to catch my hands, but they slipped from his grips because of the mango juice, and then I felt his knee against my back. I fall only inches away from his mouth.
— Now come over here and give me a mango-flavored kiss, c’mon. — He winks and smiles, pouting.
Rio De janeiro – Present day.
— And that’s how your father got his first black eye. — I close my fist and show it to Nick. — But, in his case, he deserved it!
— Who deserved what? — Logan comes with a ragged breathing, his body dripping salt water and his shorts a little lower than usual, so that I could see a bit more of the bull tattooed on his groin.
— Old stories. — I brush it off. — Remember Rico?
I touch the cupcake pendant, noticing the striking resemblance between Nicolas and his son.
— Yeah, I do. — Logan drops his surfboard and signals with his head, inviting Nick for a couple moves.
A man wearing a yellow tank top reaches us, holding a tray bringing corn on the couple, sandwiches and two cans of ice-cold coke.²
— Thank you. — I say. — You can leave it there.
I look towards the street and I can recognize Nicolas. He’s standing at a fair distance, but you can’t just miss a man his size. The Bad Wolf’s muscular width and traits were out of this world. His sitting, wearing only dark pants and sneakers, and has his knees close to his chest, so that he can lean his shoulders over them.
“The wolf!” The devil in me screamed when she saw him there, sneaking, spying us from afar. In a weird, quite disturbing way, the freaky nymphomaniac that sometimes surfaced when I was near Nicolas would never show herself in the same way, since, somehow, the bastard had put it in my head: “The wolf fucks you better”
Pretending not to see him, a looked at Logan and smiled:
— Can you help me put bronzer on my back?
I reach with my arm and grab the brown flask. Logan smiles cheekily and kneels at my side.
— Make sure to rub it well so it won’t leave any marks. — I ask.
He pours the creamy liquid and starts massaging it over my back.
— Hey. — A girl greets Nick. — Do you wanna play volleyball with us?
He glances at me.
— Go on, wolf cub. But keep around.
I keep my eyes on their game. It doesn’t take long for Nick to make friends.
— He’s good with the girls. — Logan says without ever stop rubbing.
Damn… It feels so good.
Of course he’s good. Remember who is father?
“That’s Mr. Bad Wolf, dammit, he fucks you better” the little devil points out.
Nicolas Reis
From inside my car, I saw everything from a distance: Logan rubbing sunscreen over Isa’s back. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, angrier than I’d ever been. Of course, he was taking the chance to really feel her curves. And the dirty girl had a smirk on her face that was driving me crazy!
As all that wasn’t enough, Nick was right beside them, standing on the surfboard, trying to mimic on sand the moves Logan had just done on sea a couple moments ago. I needed to see it closer.
I took my shirt of and left over the driver’s seat. I left the car and watched the scene from afar, foaming in anger.
Now Nick was playing volley with a couple girls, while Isa watched their game, looking satisfied. That son of a bitch was pouring liquid over her ass, that huge, delicious ass! I’m gonna kill that little devil.
I get up!
But I can’t just go there! I had just said it yesterday, I wasn’t going to run after her anymore. I can’t take my eyes off tha sinful one-piece she is wearing.
The fucker keeps on squeezing her tights, running his hands down Isabel’s thick, smooth legs.
That bitch! That’s just what she wants, to make me mad. And you know what? She got it!
Isa Oliveira Brandão
— Devil, my dear fallen angel… — I tease. — Could you fetch some beer for me?
Logan wipes his hands on his shorts and gets his black wallet, which is under a white tank top.
— Sure. — He looks at my body, still shiny from the bronzing oil. — Anything else?
Get the hell out of here dude, before the wolf breaks you down to smithereens
— No, thanks. — I smile and send him a kiss.
A couple seconds later, when he’s just a couple steps away, I see Mr. Big Bad Wolf’s shadow over my body. His light brown hair became a beautiful golden tone under the sun: wild and rebellious, just like their owner.
Nicolas couldn’t take his eyes from my ass, so lay with my stomach up and mess with my hair.
— Can you move to the side a bit? — I stretch my limbs over the sand slowly. — You’re messing up my sunbath.
Raging, he takes a towel from Nick’s backpack and throws it over my body.
— Will you please cover yourself?
I take off the towel and get up.
— What, Nicolas? Is my thong bothering you?
I stretch my arms and take a piece of grilled cheese from the tray.
— Hum… — I sigh — It’s so good. Want some?
Raging, he looks towards Logan, and I follow his eyes. He’s waiting in the line to the kiosk.
— Why don’t you go back to that photoshoot with your secretary and take some pics with her, looking all beautiful and happy?
— Wrap that towel around you and get in the car.
— No! — I answer. — We were having fun until you showed up!
Nicolas looks at Nick and yells:
— Nicolas, get in the car!
Nick and the girls stop the game. Pouting, he returns to where we are.
— Nicolas, I said get in the car. Now.
I huff, annoyed, and lightly mess up his hair.
— Let’s go, punk. Later this afternoon I’ll teach how to use a slingshot.
Nick takes his backpack and flip-flops and walks heavy steps to his father’s car.
— Bye, Nick! — The girls shout together, but he only waves back to them, not even turning around;
— Nicolas, you are the number one jerk. Would it hurt to just let the boy have some fun? What’s up with you, huh?
— Everything ok, Isa? — Logan stops at my side with a can of beer in his hands.
I exhale slowly.
— Of course, devil. — I throw my arms around his neck. — It just happens that I’m such a good maid that my boss came all the way to here just to get me, you know? There’s probably a emergency for me to solve. — I joke. — But don’t worry: today, I’m not leaving without saying goodbye properly.
I point my toes and kiss him. Logan’s tongue tangles with mine in a movie-like kiss. All in your face, Mr. Bad Wolf! Right in your face!
¹Most brazilians are paid by monthly instead of weekly, which, depending on one’s salary and money management, may result in having no money at all to spend in the end of the month. Thus, most brazilians tend to save a part of their payment solely to use it in the last week of a month.
²In most brazilian beaches, you’ll find several kiosks and tents selling food and drinks in the beach. Most of them will allow you to spread your towel near the kiosk and will then bring your order to you. Some of the most common things to eat at the beach in Brazil are: corn on the cob, skewers, fish sticks, ice cream, slushies, açai, acarajé (fried bean cakes filled with shrimp), and others.
Chapter 19
Nicolas Reis
— What’s that noise here? — I growl without patience.
I find Isa stirring in the oven, wearing only panties and a bra and I can't help but notice the curves of her body.
She screams, holding a pan in her hand.
— Oh, do you want to give me a heart attack for getting here so quietly?
My eyes wander over her body again.
— So… are you used to cook in the middle of night? Do you do it very often?
Damn. Isabel must be fucking kidding, standing almost naked in front of me.
I can see the shape of her breasts marked against the transparency of her sweet pink bra. I fell my dick gets hard when I remember how her chocolate-colored nipples stiffen in my mouth when I suck them slowly.
— Are you going to stand there looking at me? — She drops the cookie sheet on the counter and supports her hands on her hips.
— No, I won't — I say firmly and gets closer to her.
My arms wrap around her soft body, and I press it against mine.
— What do you think you're doing? — She stiffens.
I wrap her waist with one of my hands and the other goes straight to her big butt.
— Proving you once again that ... — I put my fingers inside her panties and press her ass.
She lets out a groan.
— Proving what? — She says with her parted lips when I press my erection against her sex.
— That the Big Bad Wolf eats better.
I kiss her lips. Her soft and unabashed mouth tastes like vanilla. She pushes me and interrupts our kiss. I see her lips thick and swollen and her breathing is fast.
Isa raises both of her hands in closed fists and punch my bare chest.
I grab her and spin her body in one swift movement.
— Let go of me, Nicolas — She shouts, but I keep her body leaning against the counter.
I hold her wrists with just one hand and the other, grab her wet and greedy cunt.
— Is this what you want? — I put two fingers inside of her. — Do you want my dick punching hard in here?
She moans and rolls her ass against my cock, that’s so hard that hurts.
— Fuck me, Nicolas. Fuck me hard, Big Bad Wolf.
I woke up with an erection, alone in my office.
It was a fucking dream.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
I got up from the bed and went straight to the shower, trying to calm my body after the last dream I had with Nicolas. I couldn't even sleep in peace anymore. Not without dreaming that we were fighting or having hot amazing sex... Sometimes both...
I wear a black T-shirt and jeans. I brush my hair and make a ponytail.
I look at my sleeping face reflected in the mirror.
Let's go, Isabel, you have another day full of hard work. Damn you, Monday.
I slip my cell phone into my pants pocket and the headphones around my neck.
I leave the room and knock on Nick's door twice.
— Wake up, punk — I call out loud.
I knock again, but he doesn't answer, so I open the bedroom door.
— I'm coming in. Shout if there’s something I can’t see — I say with my eyes closed.
Silence.
I open my eyes. The room is empty. His bed is messy, but there’s no sign of Nick.
I jog down the stairs and find Nicolas wearing a small shirt and a pair of shorts.
Had he woken up earlier to work out?
— Where's Nick? — I ask, opening the fridge to prepare a breakfast. — At the very least, he must be on the cell phone.
I put everything on the counter. So I go back to the fridge and pick up the missing juice bottle.
— Nick's already gone.
— What do you mean? He just spent the weekend.
— Rico took him less than an hour ago.
Why am I surprised? Nicolas is an asshole. No wonder the kid doesn't want to talk to him.
— What shit did you do for the punk this time? — I pour a glass of juice and take a slice of the cake I made the day before. I put everything in my mouth. — Wait. I don’t wanna know. — I say with my mouth full.
As if in silence, I touch the pendant on the choker, thinking about how Logan would be after yesterday's fight.
He shakes his head indignantly.
— I can't believe you are using it. — His voice is firm.
— This? — I look at the cupcake pendant and kiss it. — Of course. The Devil gave it to me. I think you were there that night, right?
Nicolas tenses his jaw without taking his eyes off my choker.
— I can't take this anymore, — he growls and runs his hands through his hair, undoing the bun. He messes his soft hair and it falls down over his muscular shoulders.
He is sitting with his hands in his head and seems like he has reached the limit. Call it whatever you want. sixth sense, spider sense, I don't know. I just felt that it was not a good time to start a fight with him.
— Sit here, Isabel. Please.
As I was going to do as he asked, I understood that being that close to Nicolas was too dangerous. He confused my head. It was easier to keep the panties in place if I stayed
away from him. Really, really, really far from him.
— No, thanks — I reply — I have a lot of things to do today.
— Stay here, damn it! — Nicolas presses me against the wall when I try to get past him.
— If cannot go well I might hit a bottle in my boss’s face and you can’t say I didn’t warn you.
— Shut up, Isabel. You are going to hear me. Now.
He rests his forehead against mine and keeps his blue eyes on me. It’s mesmerizing.
— I gave you that choker. It was me, Isabel! Not him! I chose, I searched it, I went through a lot a of stores in town until I found a gift that was special for you.
— You are a liar. It was Logan, — I say, feeling a fury comes up from his huge body.
— No, Isabel! — he roars — God dammit, it was me!
He takes a deep breath, trying to maintain control.
— I should have kissed you. — Nicolas looks at my lips and then in my eyes again.
— Bullshit. You always tormented me, Nicolas. Why are you doing this now? Why are you trying to mess with my head like that?
— Because I'm an idiot. A fucking idiot that is in love — he snorts again. — How can you not see that?!
— You are lying. You're lying about everything as you always do.
Nicolas punches the wall and exhales heavily from his lungs.
— Here. — He takes his cell phone out of his pocket. — Call him and ask about the necklace. C’mon, ISABEL! Call him now!
I slap his hand and push the phone away.
— Stop it! YOU KNOW HE WILL NOT ANSWER MY CALLS BECAUSE OF YOU — I shout.
— I wasn't even going to say anything, because I saw that you woke up in a bad mood — I shout. — What's that about to freak out like you are something to me? I just didn't yell at you the way you deserved in Nick’s respect. The fact that you are my boss does not mean that you can give any opinion about who I can or can’t go out with, and don’t give you the right to attack my friends. The situation is very bad for you, Nicolas. I’m looking forward to see when your wife shows up. Then it will be beautiful to see the shed on fire! A man who betrays his wife worth nothing to me!