Obsession Millionaire

re's no way I'm calling any woman I know. They would confuse the whole

on't understand women's minds, no on

ing, my cell phone beeps with a notifcation. I take it to see, openin

t. Yeah, I actually forgot. I leave the notebook with my search aside an

eady gotten screwed in this wave of love; my turn I pass with fying colors

Chapter 1 Victoria 10:42h Where are you? 10:51am I saw that you are onl

want it or not 11:05h you do the shit and you want to disappear ______

ble in an attempt to calm down. He couldn't fnd it, could he? He's not

rtain a little and watching the activity on the street. I don't think he'll fnd me here, in a place so full o

sizes. The cause of this? Probably

in another neighborhood, far away fro

r. I'm no longer the Victoria I was months ago. Months in which I was st

t's what I realized later. When I met

ould not have imagined that this man would later be so inconvenient, w

was only him. And me. I also tried to take into account that he looked st

ement together with the large and apparently heavy jacket that covered

judge people by their appearance and I ignored that – my instincts. I

eful when I stepped on his sneakers, t

very uncomfortable and I made any excuse, going to the other spot w

was having a bad day and offered m

t I accepted his apology, which was

ball, I really thought it was the res

the moment, I ended up giving him

f his had stayed behind. That's wha

don't take the time to see each other

ause of my work, a photographer for PEARL, a famous and acclaimed magaz

when I just wanted to relax, we went

e until I was asked to be his girlfriend. It was more of a normal rela

ell phone, asking when I was going

. I trusted him, and that question al

He once pulled the cell phone out of my hand so hard that it hurt. And since that day, I had to hide my

e nothing but fear. I said I wanted to finish, he accepted. All at peace,

times. Over 60. I knew it was him,which alarmed me. The worst mome

use anymore, with Jacob knowing wher

es me longer, but I'm trying to find freedom again. The one I had before

istakes, leaning over my desk to the point of throwing her ass in my f

ecretary who always wants to give it to me. What can I say? Camila has

f my head. You are a good son. I wantyou to be happy. What a joke. If he

hair and grab Camila's waist, just to turn her around and place her bod