The Line Between Love and Revenge
ving gracefully, swaying with each step. Her green, a
ing watched as she comes closer, like a predator s
ire its beauty. When she's back in front of me, I take her by the waist and
t the waist, and my caresses become urgent as I trace every curve from her sh
and looks at me with desire, her pupils reflecting an uncontrollab
o make me forget whe
steps away from me, and my body immediately longs fo
ntinues as she shortens the distance between us-, I don't think it's a scandal for the son of the own
cka and turn to see Liz, my secr
to Ericka-. I'm here to remind you of the meeting you have sc
a small laugh, a
o my secretary, with the s
n the hallway. I take Ericka by the
out that makes her look adorable-. I won't be long -I promise. I give her a kiss, and th
udia, his secretary, nods when she sees me. I
en the wooden door and see him in front o
tural light. It is decorated with elegance and refinemen
to sit down. As I do, I analyze his demeanor and sense that he is anxio
ore unwell due to her illness, although her attitude and str
ant. From his demeanor, I know something personal is at stake, but if I pre
your grandmother -he adds, running a hand through his hair-. The doctor
ut right now, all we can do is wa
t's not why I wanted to meet with you. -I let him organize his thoughts without inter
never shown any interest in the family business. But I didn't expect my grandmother to t
I process the torrent of e
me, easing the growing tension within me-. As you know, Carl has his own interests, far removed from the busine
t, despite not having put in the n
titude-. I will start taking my responsib
round the desk, placing
I see the potential you have to manage this
which happened constantly. However, I had left that chaotic phase of life behind when I met Ericka. My fa
t with her this Christmas -he com
lders, aware that since I introduced Ericka as my girlfriend to the family, she hadn't received a warm wel
rned to my office. Now I had to tell Eric
me. I return the kiss, noticing the urgency in her gesture. My hands travel down her back as she moves even closer, and the warmth of her body beg
whisper-. I need t
e desk to sit down. She moves closer to me, sittin
mming her fingers on the desk-.
g me as she tries to lose herself in my warm eyes. Despi
nd I notice her rolling her eyes-. Sh
as she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. I know her gestures well and can tell she's upset but
to spend Christmas with you -she adm
her tighter. I was sure she wouldn't cry; it had been ten years since
p to you, baby -I assure