Obsession Millionaire

to reality and realize that I'm going to have the weight of carrying my father's name, his companies and a spo

way by Camila and her moans, her o

each my climax, squinting my eyes a

ile on her mouth as I pull out of he

y does he care now? Because he will

disappointment as I get rid of the condom and tie it before heading to

s, I don't want to hear Camila's pos

in sex. Throw my ego up there. Which

e end of the day, I don't go home. No

e with her. What we go through in th

essage. I pick it up to check it ou

shot of whiskey, remembering Tina c

ol he consumed. Screw this? I'm not him. As the bartender gets my drin

I needed to attend the opening lunch

t's not even because I want to make

fnd someone to complete them, grea

ne there is no one waiting for me with a series of questions that demand

t anyone else, just myself. And this

ith another person... NO. It seems

Let me be Nathan Russell, a good son

ulating him on his new achievement, then I send him a photo of the d

r of us friends would agree on back

a new, distant neighborhood, living in a new house, close to always bus

b is in a factory operating machines

It's busy, but not busy enough like on a Friday around ten at night, for

o me caught my attention. I look at th

nds, his black hair falling forward

le. It's not Jacob. Jacob has brown ha

easant to hear. - Who comes to a ba

ne. He's beautiful, I'm impressed

nd long eyelashes in a measured and

ly, my throat dry. I want to believe

uty. Younger than me, for sure, but he is a mature man. Very well formed.

ay sober. "Hm," he murmurs. - I under

nts. Responsible woman. And that's

t you're saying. He shakes his head,

tic look but at the same time it co

he message is mine. I'm wanting it.

oted: I just suffocate. I didn't want him, he wasn't looking for me. Even i

care about anything because this ma

ting eyes, he made me light up and

two years, which is understandable w

saying, yes - his body turns to face mine, my eyes restless in distur

ke my head. I wouldn't like to intro

ugh my body. Have some respect for y

omeone - I smile, thanking the bartender when he brings my water and

ur name. She must be married, righ

, I almost say. I'm just disturbed by its beauty and the way I was awakened

confdence to an asshole at a bar -

ink. His smile challenges me not to

for a more concrete subject area. If

e takes away some of the subtlety. H

distracted ahead