by Ky Crossfire
— Do something, Rico! — my grandmother said.
So I did. I put the fight aside as I could.
— Your sister is an ogress! — Diana screams while washing herself with the hose that is used to supply the stables.
— Don't speak bad of her, I'll let you walk back home.
— Are you still defending her?
— Of course. It's my sister we're talking about. If she beat you up and made you eat shit, she must have had a good reason.
I walked a little far from her and called Nicolas.
— Talk to me, brother.
— What the fuck — I curse.
He laughs out loud on the other end of the line.
— If you are not seated already, I suggest you do it because the story is long. — I lean against the wooden fence and watch Diana retch while she cleans herself.
— So summarize, man. Because my time is short.
— Are you in a hurry to give your ass to someone, faggot? — I reply.
I hear a female voice on the other end of the line. I recognize that purr. It's Nicolas' secretary, a busty Pole who makes my cock tremble.
— Nicolas, Taís is waiting for you.
— Taís?! — I roar. — Are you with my sister and are still fucking with these whores, your bastard?
— Shut up, Rico. Tell me why you called and speak fast.
— I gave Little Carol’s back to Isa. I brought Diana to the farm.
— You did what?! - He screams.
— Isabel gave Diana a beating and rubbed her face in a cow shit. Basically, this is it.
Nicolas doesn't say anything and, before ending the call, I hear another female voice.
— How good it is to see you again.
Snaps of short kisses and then the connection drops.
That son of a bitch. I was going to rip that cock of his off and then sew it up so my sister could rip it one more time.
Chapter 30
Isa Oliveira Brandão
I arrive home exhausted from my last delivery. I fasten a dish towel around my waist to prevent water from leaking all over the place while I wash the dishes. My movements are mechanical and the only thing on my mind is the voice of the slut who spoke to Nicolas. One more... The line of women who surrounded the naughty dog was enough to make two turns in Morumbi. One thing is they surround him, but it was a different story it he gives them a break.
Oh, Jesus. I had just the worse taste for man. First, Jorge and now, Nicolas.
“Can we go, Nick? We still have an hour. This may not be long enough.”
I take the voice of that whore out of my head.
I just knew. Just remembering the bitch voice, my internal alarm goes crazy.
— One hour is not enough, jerk? - I mumble, pasting the last glass on the dish rack.
I hear my grandmother's laughter enjoying the six o'clock soap.
— Isabel, come ‘on the soap opera already started.
I wipe my hands on the cloth and stretch over the sink. I go to the table and pick up the last chip.
I'm not a good company now, not in the mood I'm in.
— Sit here, sis. — Rico takes my shoulder and makes me sit on one of the wooden chairs around the table.
— What? — I reply — I still don't want to look at your face, Rico. I haven't forgiven you.
He sighs and smiles weakly, taking a box of truffle chocolates from his hand hidden behind his back.
He pulls out the chair and sits across from me.
I take one of the chocolates and, as soon as I bite, the thick layer of chocolate melts in my mouth, giving flavor to a slightly sweet citrus strawberry.
— Um ... - There is no way to express a hate reaction with such a delight in the mouth.
— I don't know how to tell you that, — he says with some regret - but that stupid ass Nicolas is cheating on you.
The truffle locks in my throat with the news coming out of his mouth, and I start coughing to disengage.
— First, you bring that slut in my Little Carol and now you are mocking with me? Tell me what you know about it!
He sits up uncomfortably in his chair and looks at me.
— I don't know much, I just know it's something with a Taís. I'm going to give that hairy a good beating. I’m going to take him down.
— Beating Nicolas?! You always lost to him — I reply still full of anger.
— That's because you didn't see the hook I gave him last month.
— Why? — I raise my eyebrows.
— I was messing with him, asking who was the golden cunt that had spoiled him for the other women, then he said it was you. So, I blew his face off.
I was processing everything. I got up from the chair, took the box of bombs and went to my room to think.
Wednesday
I didn’t have much time. I trying to make things right, but of course Isabel and Rico had got it all wrong.
Fuck!
To make it worse than it already was, we were miles away, and Isa didn't answer any of my calls.
I was running out of time, moving heaven and earth to keep that madness she had put on the head of being a model disappear.
After working out for two hours straight, I checked my cell phone for the thousandth time that day. Pathetic, I know. But I was like that, checking my cell phone to see if she had called me.
Of course she wouldn't care, but I, as a guy that were stupid in love and, looked hopefully at the screen. Perhaps, when she saw my hundreds of calls in the past few days, she would decide to stop being so stubborn and at least give me a chance to explain.
I open Whatsapp and type a message.
Big Bad Wolf: Just for you.
I send the newly taken selfie in front of the mirror.
Babe’s typing message ...
I'm already looking forward to the photo she will send. The cell phone vibrates.
Babe: Stick that phone in your ass!
I laugh alone and type another message.
Big Bad Wolf: Answer the cell, we need to talk. Please.
Babe’s typing message ...
The fact that she is responding to my messages is already a good sign, right? This is new to me and begging for a woman to answer my phones was unheard of. Stupid and ridiculous. That was my end.
Babe: Didn't I tell you to stick that phone up into your ass? Now stop sending me photos. I want to rest well since tomorrow I’ll have a long beauty ritual for the photos I will take on Friday.
Shit! Isa uses this to affect me and it works. She touched the open wound, and I remember the sexy photos from the book.
I don't say anything else. I just snort furiously and head into the house. I go to the bathroom and take off my shorts. The cell phone vibrates on the marble countertop. A new message from Isabel.
Babe: Hi, Lucas. How are you? I'm thinking about wearing this lingerie. I want your professional opinion; is it good enough for the photoshoot?
Isabel sends me a selfie taken in front of her bedroom mirror. The full breasts accommodated against the transparent black lace, the left hand supported on the waist and a black panties with small details in red ribbon on the sides.
My cock hardens instantly.
— Calm down, warrior. — I adjust it with my hand on my underwear, which instantly becomes tighter.
Pervert little bitch…
I don't even bother to call, because I know she won't answer me.
Babe: Sorry, Nicolas, I sent the message to the wrong number.
Wrong number. I will pretend to believe. I type an answer quickly.
Big Bad Wolf: You will not use this.
Babe: We'll see!
Her last message sounds like a threat.
I lower the boxer briefs and remove the inside. I take a picture and send it.
Big Bad Wolf: So I'm going to have to go on a sex strike.
Babe: Good night, Nicolas.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
Thursday
Sleeping
was almost impossible. I woke up several times during the night and, when it was morning, I had the marks of a bad night stamped on my face. After drinking coffee, I brushed my teeth and put on fresh clothes and a flat shoe.
I spent a good part of the money I got selling me sweets in a single day.
In fact, I tried to look at the salon expenses as an investment. Spend money to make money. That was it! I couldn’t get there looking a mess, so I did the full package. I shaved everything I had to shave, a powerful hydration on the strands and changed a little bit, nothing too radical in the hair, I asked the hairdresser to cut the ends without taking too much of the length and cut a side fringe, thorough skin cleaning, I did the nails of the feet and hands, up to the eyebrow. The whole fucking thing.
I left there feeling powerful. And a few hundred reais poorer, but that's how I always say: what is a fart for someone who has poop in the pants?
I walked around the mall looking at some stores. I would rather go shopping with Bia. But that ungrateful bitch was now gone... I might have come with my mom, but she wouldn’t stop talking about Nicolas.
So, now it was official. I didn't have a broken penny anymore. After going to C&A and buying a pair of high-waisted jeans and a blouse that left my shoulders bare and a narrow band of belly hanging out, bankruptcy was declared. Lucky for me that Lucas had sent me my ticket by e-mail. According to him, these travel expenses were paid by the agency. I sincerely hope that the accommodation and food too.
When I returned home, it was almost dark. My mother was lying on the sofa, her feet on my father's lap. She read “Ask me what you want” while my grandmother fanned herself with a magazine, anxiously waiting for the time of the soap opera that was about to start.
— What a beauty this granddaughter I have! — She was the first to notice.
My mother lowered the book to her chest.
— You’re beautiful, Isa. More then you’re used to — she corrected.
My father was sour and kept looking at the television.
— Thanks Mom. Thank you, grandma. — I smile and take a walk to shake the hair that ruffles with my movement. — Now I'm going to pack the suitcase.
My cell phone rang again. I wanted to put everything in clean plates. I'm not the type of woman that argues over the phone.
I was preparing my suitcase, as I would be traveling in a few hours.
My dad came in and sat on the bed next to the cell phone that vibrated with Nicolas's insistent calls. With each touch, the photo he had saved as a contact appeared on the screen.
Big Bad Wolf’s calling
— Hello! — My dad growls pissed of.
— We had an agreement, you piece of shit.
What agreement?
— Give it to me, dad - I complain, trying to get his cell phone out.
— You don't show up here on the farm anymore. This is your fault — my father curses.
I manage to take out my cell phone and put it to my ear.
The connection is awful.
— Nicolas, I already told you to stop calling me — I shout.
— I'm coming to get you. — It's the only thing I hear before he ends the call.
— You’ll give me a heart attack, Isabel. Don't do that, Isa, stop being a mule and listen to your father.
— Stop with the drama, Dad. Oh my God. The way you and Nicolas do drama, it looks like I'm going to be a prostitute.
— Isabel — He scolds furiously. — You are talking to your father! More respect! You can be a grownup, but you’re still the same impish kid who ran away from the sticks when doing something that couldn’t.
— Stop, dad. — I hug him. — There is no reason for all this fuss. — I kiss his gray hair.
- Isabel! – I almost can’t hear my mom’s voice because of a loud noise. — You have a visit!
I release my father and follow the direction of the mechanical sound. I stop beside my mother, who watches the whole scene with a smile on her face.
— How romantic! — my mother praises.
— Stop the bullshit, mom — I ask. — Nicolas is a stupid jerk, nothing more!
— Stop being so rude, Isabel. The man came to pick you up by helicopter!
— Um... but I know him — I say. — There’s something wrong.
Gradually, the helicopter lose speed until it stops. Nicolas pulls the door, and runs to the side. He wears a dark blue short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue shorts. Whatever definition it applied to Nicolas when it came to clothing, he was extremely sexy when he was all dressed up or wearing a simple outfit like that. His hair was caught in the usual loose bun at the top of the head. He approached and smiled.
As a gentleman, he greeted my mother with a kiss on the hand and repeated the gesture with my grandmother. They both smiled, enchanted by the charm and resourcefulness of the huge man in front of us. He reached out to my father and greeted him firmly.
— Good evening! — Hearing Nicolas's deep voice makes my body react, and that slight shiver runs through my body.
They release their hands, and I cross my arms in front of the body.
— You should have called. I would’ve told you not to miss the trip.
My parents and grandmother feel the tense atmosphere between us and enter the house. I stand there, facing the Big Bad Wolf.
I pull the door and close it. I cross my arms again. I don't trust my body in this moment. I don't trust my hands that feel a crazy urge to feel what it's like to touch that silky, soft hair again.
— You better find your way back. I am packing my suitcase. And I can't be late. My flight leaves in two hours.
Nicolas inhales and supports an arm at the door, his muscles tighten, and the fabric of his shirt pulls with the movement of his body.
- I already talked to Lucas and told him to cancel your ticket.
- You what? - I repeat with the fury building inside me again. - Since when do you rule my life, Nicolas Reis? I’m not one of your bitches.
— Can you please listen to me? You understood it all wrong.
— Oh, of course, because you are a saint and you would never be capable of such a thing. You were in a hurry to go back to Rio to fuck a new batch of models, right, you son of a bitch!
Nicolas laughs, which makes me even more furious.
- Did you fuck half the world and then come and like a lost dog back to me? Go somewhere else.
— Do you know how cute you’re when get jealous? — He takes a step closer.
This bastard has no idea of the risk he is taking.
— Ah, back off, Nicolas Reis. First, that sour blonde was here and talked shit to me. Do you have any idea of how mad I am?
— Is this because of Taís?
— And you the name of that bitch like it was nothing?
— Get on the helicopter. I can't explain it to you here. I won’t lie to you. Yes, I spent the whole week with Taís, but it was just work.
— Oh. Okay and Santa Claus is in the living room, sitting with my grandmother, gossiping about a soap opera.
— Listen to me, Isabel. That's not what you're thinking.
— Oh no! The most cliché phrase of all time. You know what is funny? Jorge told me the same thing when I took that lipstick-stained underwear.
— You can't compare me to him — Nicolas growls offended.
— No? It’s very similar. You both can’t see a woman that you stop thinking.
He lets out a furious breath, and the smile from before disappears.
— If you say so. Since you don't want to hear me, take your bag, and I'll drop you off at a hotel near the agency.
I swallowed and left. With rage, I reached for my suitcase in the bedroom and took out my cell phone.
— Bye everyone. I'll give you news when I get there. - I waved and blew a kiss in the air.
When I left the farm, Nicolas was standing there. His back propped up by the helicopter and the irritation on his face. I went in and sat in the seat next to the pilot's p
osition. Nicolas tucked my suitcase behind his seat and went inside. He pulled on his belt and buckled it, holding it in place with a click. I repeated his gesture and kept my face turned away.
I heard the clicks and the technical information he had exchanged over the radio and, minutes later, I saw the farm where I was born staying small as we flew over the Pantanal. The whole journey was done in absolute silence. The night swallowed us up and, after flying for a while, I saw the points of light denouncing that we were already arriving. I saw the Cristo Redentor illuminated. I would have enjoyed the whole beautiful view better if I hadn't been so furious with Nicolas.
We landed on a signposted building, and when the propellers stopped spinning, we went down.
Nicolas pressed a button and, minutes later, the metal doors opened. I came in dragging my suitcase, and he went in next.
We went down to the ground floor. The doors opened and we were soon walking through the lobby of some luxury hotel. When I saw the glass doors, my heart sank in my chest, but I remained quiet.
I was the first to go and I was looking down when I realized that he was no longer with me. My eyes got wet, and I stopped at the curb.
— Isabel. — Nicolas' roar makes me shiver, and my heart beats fast in my chest.
I turn to face him.
He walks over to me, his hands wrap around mine, but I don't step back.
- I love you – He says in a deep voice and my body softens. - I preferred to show what took my sleep during those nights, what kept me busy all hours of my day while I wasn’t by your side.
He spins me around like we're in a choreographed dance move and keeps me wrapped in his arms, his broad chest glued to my back.
So I freeze. I was not expecting this. I would never imagine anything like that.
I turn to face him. Nicolas continued with that annoying beautiful, smug smile on his face, waiting for my reaction. It was difficult to express what I was feeling. First, I wanted to hit him for that, but then I wanted to jump on his lap and kiss his body. However, the only thing I managed to say was...
- Oh my God, I can't believe you did that!