seductive widower

painter of obscure paintings, I participated in multiple interview channels; as was already known in the feld, I was even more so after exhibit

ith the towel wrapped around my waist. underwear in the closet drawer and put it on, leaving the towel on top from the bed. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on, I opted for a white shirt and over it one of the leather jackets that I like to use it, even more when I ride a motorcycle. I turned on the dryer and started drying my hair, fnishing to do a hairstyle, Milena says I'm obsessed with my hair just because I'm vain and I like to take care of. I looked in

ck them both. I parked the motorcycle in front of my sister's house and climbed thethree steps leading up to the door. I rang the bell and thenshe opened smiling with Melinda on her lap, she greeted me witha kiss on the cheek and handed me the little aloe, she washuge, even had hair. When I went to Portugal, she hadonly three months old and was bald. "She's huge, are you giving her yeast?" —I a

not sleep. Congratulations onexhibition, Milena and I watched the opening on the Internet. Yourpaintings sold in less than half an hour, Milena accompanieddirect sales, hardly slept. - Smile, because I believe thatMilena followed every detail, even from afar, she is aexcellent professional, and it's not because she's my sister, but she takes care ofvery good of everything. I drank some whiskey and admired the twosetting the dinner table, always e

drink anymore, because I'm on a motorcycle. I remembered the night of the accident, when I opened my eyesand I realized that I was in the hospital with wires all over my body, I wasso desperate that I started screaming and again I was sedated,waking up, I didn't remember much. - Miguel? My brother, is everything okay? I'm calling you theresome and you with a frozen expression, as if you weregoin

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er day, or rather, I'll give you carte blancheto decide everything, the important thing is that she does not exceed myLimits. Now come in, you can't be alone at this hour in theStreet. I'm fne, trust me. I gave a weak smile andwaiting for Milena to enter, as soon as she entered, I