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ht. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me. "Levi Bellucci," it's a lady, who hands me a paper and a pen. "An autograph, please." I give her my best smile as I answer her. As people realize my prese

t knowing how to react to the masculine taste on my mouth, but then Levi seemed to take control and started walking again, his hands firm in mine, pulling me along as he guided me to where his car was parked. We were silent as we crossed the entire airport. It was the first time I had flown, it was the first time I had come to São Paulo, but I couldn't think about it much, because there was a pile of new emotions overflowing in my chest. My friend asked me for a favor. And I needed to breathe away from Curitiba. So I came. When Levi explained to me what he needed, I was curious, because Marcos always said that if he ever left me, no one else would want me. And even if it was a setup, I was surprised that Levi asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. After all, I wasn't pretty or successful like the women he usually dates. I believed that when the public found out, they would tear me apart on the internet, wondering what a man like him wanted with someone like me, but even so, I remained firm in my purpose of helping Levi. However, I didn't expect intimate contact. I didn't expect kisses. I'd never been kissed by anyone other than Marcos. And my fiancé's kisses had never made my heart race like that. "I prepared your room," he told me, taking off his sunglasses. "I hope you like it," he looked at me as we approached a vehicle outside. He unlocked the alarm and opened the door for me in a gentlemanly gesture. I stopped between the door and him. I didn't know what I expected, maybe another kiss, but Levi's intense blue eyes reflected nothing. They just hypnotized me as if he wanted to dominate me completely. "Thank you," I finally said, before turning away from him and getting into the vehicle. The door next to me closed, while Levi went to the trunk to put my luggage away. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his movements. I knew he was handsome, I'm not blind, I've always admired his dark brown hair, his fair skin and his generous lips. But I never thought of him with me, not for a moment. Maybe because I was engaged, or because I knew – because Levi always told me – that he never