CHAPTER 23

__ And what about you? __ I look at him between my lashes enjoying the view when I catch him off guard.

__ From my? __ He ​​clears his throat and straightens the coat that is perfectly.

__ Yes, from you Esteffan __. I place my fists under my chin, making it clear that he has my full attention.

__ Well, I don't know what you want me to say __. He shrugs his shoulders feigning indifference __. I have nothing to tell.

A piece of meat flies off until it hits his hair. The penguin raises its lips like a dog looking at a certain person pretending to be demented. And for the first time I see him roll his eyes, in a gesture that is too vulgar, but that he looks stylized. It really has me intrigued.

__ Well __. Raise your hands in surrender, before something or someone ruins your perfect outfit __. My family is one of the richest in Italy. My father is… Mikael's partner. We have known each other since we were young.

__ I always had a good life, I'm not going to lie to you, but I never fit into it. I never wanted to run my father's business, but as the oldest son, it was my responsibility. That brought too many disagreements between us, I was never what he wanted.

__ Even less when learning about their tastes __. Matilde's mocking laugh resounds throughout the kitchen earning a death glare from my interlocutor __. Even more so with his taste for things ... big __. Raise your eyebrows several times with a big smile from ear to ear.

__ What do you want me to say? A good size boat makes big waves __. I have to laugh, I already imagined something about it.

__ The worst was how __ found out. He looks at the resigned sky as if it demands an explanation, it is Matilda who clarifies it.

__ He ​​found him at work with his mouth full of a brunette's genitals.

__ And what a brunette __. Run your tongue over her lips licking them without shame. I can perfectly see what he's thinking about. My cheeks get hot in the blink of an eye __. Nine inches of delight that they knew how to make me scream like a quarterback.

Good heavens, he never talked about those things with anyone, and seeing the freedom he uses in it makes me want to look away. As if he was spying on a too intimate moment in his memories.

__ After that, he beat me until I lost consciousness, I almost went to a clinic to cure my supposed illness __. Punctuate the sarcasm with quotation marks __. My father is one of those macho and square men Suhaila… I ran away from home, I had no money and I only wore what I was wearing. I knew that no one would help me, no one would dare to take me in. The moment I ran away, I lost the right to my last name and to be recognized until today, I am dead to my family.

He does not seem sad about it, rather, everything in him indicates that that day was the day of his liberation. The day he was born again, leaving behind the life of lies that had been built, replacing it with who he really is.

__ Mikael found me in a tavern washing toilets to survive, my bed was a couple of dirty cardboard in a corner of the street. It gave me shelter, work, food, but most importantly… a dignified life without lies or ties.

__ Yes, and now it has a good eight inches belonging to Triatos el Moro __. Matilda raises her butt by whipping it between very explicit wiggles.

__ And that Moro my mother __. Esteffan wipes the corners of her lips in a clear gesture that even a prude like me can understand what she's alluding to.

I feel like my face burns like a burning volcano, one of the potatoes slips from my hand and falls to the floor. And I'm grateful for that, picking it up allows me to look away from him and ease my embarrassment before those two libertines notice my blush.

Almost I pounced on top of her, I took her in my dirty hand, supporting me with the other on the ground so as not to lose my balance due to the suddenness of the gesture. Just then a pair of athletic shoes appear behind my back, with a good view of my butt poking out. And as an idiot that I am, I just stand there, seeing his shoes through my spread legs.

Earth swallow me up and spit me away.

__ A good welcome I would say __. I don't need to see him to know that his eyes are on my ass.

Perverted!

The laughter does not wait, I lift my trunk in vain taking my hand to my butt to get it out of his sight, by now he has already had a good part of it. I don't know if it was the best decision I made when I turned around to face him. What receives me is a demonic and hot look, like a lion stalking the female.

The hands put in the pockets of the sports pants. The elastic of her underwear protruding from them, leaving to the imagination, the path that follows after her well marked V in the pelvis devoid of fabric to cover it. Every muscle of his body worked and well marked glistening with sweat. His strong and muscular arms imposing his presence, with the small veins that stand out in them.

Perfection.

There is no other word that can describe such an anatomy.

Masculinity at its best.

Instinctively, I wet my suddenly dry lips, letting my tongue caress my texture, while I lose myself in his, which slowly part in response, inhaling all the air from the space around us, puffing out his chest.

Only then do I notice his eyes, dark, intense as a predator, with an undeniably overwhelming bravery, makes you want to be ecstatic in such delight. Until a mocking smile slowly melts across his full lips, amusement flashing in his gaze.

A clear throat, followed by a giggle, brings me back to reality, realizing what I just did. If I was pink before, now I must look like a Christmas tree, I can feel it in every part of my face. I drop the damn potato that caused my misfortune, and come out as the soul chased by the devil, with only one thing clear:

I will never leave my room again after this.

Three damn days locked in these four walls and I already feel like I'm going crazy. I even go out to eat, everything is brought to my room and with it, the printed jokes that are the cause of my confinement. Not even half a day had passed when Gabriella was already smashing her fist into my stall and greet me with her eyes radiating all the sarcastic comments that alluded to my depressing event.

As Gabriella would say, my social life went to hell.

Even Carme laughed in my face when I bumped into her down the hall, trying to sneak into the kitchen undetected. I turned around and locked myself in again until today afternoon, three days later. And that she is considered the calmest and most harmless of this mansion of vipers.

Harmless my buttocks.

Well, neither do they, what a good cut of guilt they carry in this story. As if my misery were little, they have all conspired to refuse to bring my food, in order to force me out of my self-imposed confinement.

That's where my bad temper comes from, I haven't eaten a bite all day. My guts are cracking and already the bitter swish of bile cooking in its own juice in my stomach is beginning to annoy me. I feel like my head wants to explode. My ungrateful body has joined them and shows its dissatisfaction with the lack of food. The very ungrateful got used to the good life of six meals a day, not counting the snacks.

As if my bad luck were not enough, today the day is cool, some dark clouds are approaching from the sky, announcing a storm of those that make you think about the end of the world. What I would give for a good cup of hot chocolate.

__ Well Suhaila, enough of confinement and self-pity __. After all, at some point I will have to show my face.