chapter #2

As I was just imagining her eyes on me, so I thought it was my imagination, I ignored it. I spent a while more with the cocktail they had given me but when I finished, I focused my gaze on Maria and there were several glasses closer to her, so when I looked at her she had a big blush on her face and she looked drunk. I approached her and whispered in her ear ...

-Pss... Maria woke up - I don't know how much Maria looked but she was giving me a bad feeling.

I left it as it was, but the bartender approached again.

-Mmm... I'm going to finish you waiting for me, little one? And we can dance for a while! I was going to refuse but Maria was quicker and decided for me. I mean I don't understand, just a moment ago he was trying to get him out of his world and suddenly, out of nowhere, he came out of his trance.

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When the boy returned he had a grayish shirt which framed his working body and a sweatshirt that fit him perfectly, when I realized what he was thinking of a boy… BOY! I just hid my face in my hands so he wouldn't notice my blush and I could hide quietly.

But I felt his big, rough hands, grab my neck and lift my head, staring at his clear blue eyes that penetrated my soul, and he told me… "

Such a beautiful face, it shouldn't be hidden." His two hands held my face warmly.

-I-I'm sorry, sorry for having looked, I said ducking my gaze from the embarrassment.

-Love! I'm going out to hip to amuse- hip... Bye ~ bye ~ "Maria said to me as she held onto a boy's arm.

I was totally alone with the bartender and he looked at me totally different, that caused me anguish and discomfort.

"How about we dance? ~" He said, whispering it softly in my ear.

"I'd love to," I said, smiling, and inside dying for being so stupid to accept.

He got me up, approaching his body and putting a hand on my waist, he took me to the center of the den, grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his neck. We began to rub each other, he with his hands on my hips, began to move to the rhythm of the music. I let myself get carried away feeling comfortable, he placed his face on my neck and began to take small bites.

They gave me spasms with each one he received, he began to slide his hands up to place them on my butt.

started rubbing his erect member and one of my legs and I came out of the trance he was.

I tried to free myself from his grip, but he pinned me further. I just tried one more time, but I resigned myself and just let him continue with his caresses, gasps were accumulated.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Little ~… "she said in my ear sensually, while squeezing my butt harder.

"No, we should stop here," I said, giving him a little shove.

"But you're so hot ~" he told me with more force as he squeezed both buttocks with more force, drawing an involuntary gasp from me.

I want to enjoy every part of this brown body, baby ~ -when I was approaching the door of the antrum, Mary arrived ...

-Ah ~fun!? they are having  - She said coquettishly, but I made her look to get me out of this situation, she seemed to have caught what was happening and grabbed my arm, drawing me closer to her body.

"Sorry ~!" But I need my friend, he has an obligation to take me, it's too late, "she said quietly, as she dramatized the hour part.

"So, call me little one." I don't know where, but he handed me a small piece of paper, where his number and name were.

John Martínez Badvioka Hernández

XXXXXXXXX

Upon handing over to me, he left with a smile and made some signs as if he were calling. I turned to look at Maria and she was about to fall out of sleep, grabbing her armpits to lift her up and out.

I stopped a taxi and he picked us up, he was an older man with some gray hair and wrinkles on his face, I was trying all the time so that Maria did not vomit in the car, so I took out a bag that I had in my pocket, since I thought that I was going to be the one who was going to leave without any conscience, but it seems that I was not like that.

I opened the bag in front of her face and she automatically dropped everything she had in the bag, causing me to retch.

When we got to the outfit, I took her to my apartment and laid her on the couch, took off her heels, and just left her dress.

In my room I took off my shoes and went to the bathroom, fixed myself and just lay on the bed, staying in total silence.

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The next morning I woke up a cry great, got out of bed, jumped into my living room with a bat in my hand, I was under my bed.

When I arrived I found Maria scared and all sweaty, so I approached her. And hug her from behind.

"Easy ... Nothing happened, you're with me," I said, comforting herher and letting shed her bitter tears on my shoulder.

Since she was little she suffered abuse from her parents and family, she suffered from bullying at her school, when she was in her drunken state she began to remember everything that happened to her when she was young ...

Several years ago my parents helped her to stop the vices in which She went in and put the unfortunate people in jail and be able to do justice, but her relatives were let loose because they were "innocent" of any harm against her. So she is very liberal and is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid of those relatives who are loose on the street.

The apartment we are in now is the same one that was bought by one of their uncles, they bought it for the two of us to spend together or when we want to come to sleep since it is the closest to my work and school, they are billionaires and they adopted María, they took care of her as if she were their own daughter and since then she has not lacked anything, but she continues to be haunted by those shadows of the night that torment her every second.

I have always supported and accompanied her, but seeing her cry heartbreakingly is terrifying and painful.

When I realized she fell asleep, I carried her and laid her on the bed gently, and then fell asleep next to her.

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This time I woke up to give him a delicious juice and be able to raise his spirits. So having it ready, I shook her a bit and she woke up with a big yawn.

He looked me up and down and turned to lie down again.

-Get up!! Did I bring you a delicious juice and that's how you pay me ?! I was really trying not to kick her out.

"Yeah, yeah ... Give it to me." He raised his arm and snatched the juice from me. He took it in one sip and lay back down after handing me the glass.

I left what I had in my hands in the wash and when I returned I sat next to him.

"Do you want today to be a movie day?" I said while gently stroking her hair.

"Yeah!" She said raising her arms and screaming like a girl.

But better I deal with myself and I get comfortable, because this dress, is not it so much- I said as I winked.

"And what happened last night with that boy you left?" I asked her as I walked her into the bathroom, she didn't want me to separate from her, not an inch.

- Ah! Well, we had a quickie in the bathroom, but when you saw you were going to go, I realized that it was a boy and curiosity won me over, Hmm, in short, he disappeared when I was interested in what was happening to you - he laughed while taking a bath in the body.

-Further!! Didn't you say you were straight? Until you were well marked… "When he reminded me of what happened last night I just ignored him, it was too embarrassing.

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We came out of the bathroom and she put on short shorts, with a giant Mickey Mouse T-shirt. We lay down on the bed.

"You are perfect, everything looks beautiful on you!" I envy you… "I said while looking for a movie on Netflix.

-Envy? ENVY?! But what? You are the perfect look, brown skin, beautiful olive green eyes and a body of envy for any woman — everything I said was true, but as a man, having a body that a woman envies is a total lie.

"Your curls !!" They are soft and noticeable clean ... I don't understand you! He said almost deaf me.

We were watching the second movie, when he heard the doorbell. I run to the door and meet the postman with a box and a note.

He made me sign some papers and gave me the package ...

Note

I would love to see you again ... We

just clashed our eyes, but just seeing those beautiful olive eyes ...

I fell at your feet.

I hope you like the gift that I myself chose for you.

Att: Varick Meyer

as I read a thousand times and just thought ...

This is crazy ...