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The cold liquid comes down my throat, and I realize I was thirsty.The lights on in the city below me catch my eye, but they don’t trap it.I look at the sky of São Paulo, as always, erased, and I can’t help feeling a little like it.I shake my head, rejecting the thought that today, officially, I will become a committed man.
Not that I’m not already, after all, there’s a woman and a child living under the same roof as me, that must mean something.But to assume that publicly, even if only by appearances, is fucked up.
The sound of heels hitting the floor heralds the approach of what is at once the solution to my problems with others and the cause of my problems with myself, and I turn around, almost being knocked down by the impact of the vision that it is.
The reality around her becomes so irrelevant that it’s almost as if the world has become blurred.I blink my eyes, dazed, wanting to make sure I’m not hallucinating, my mouth, completely ignoring the fact that I just drank water, suddenly dry, which does not help the feeling of unreality.
Without my permission, my jaw drops as I watch Antonella goes down the stairs, ending the space that separates us and my sanity.
Baby wife, goddamn it! Baby wife, fuck! BABY WIFE, MARCOS!
I force myself to think, even though my brain is determined to give up any capacity for reason beyond that which controls my wills, because tonight, Antonella, more than ever, looks like everything except a baby.
The light skin is covered by a bright, red fabric that touches the curves in a sensual caress, and my fingers move instinctively, wanting to imitate it.With every step taken, the movement of her hips intimates my eyes to accompany them, and a thick, tasty thigh teases me through a fucking slit, fucking up my sanity.
As if all this were not enough, there are the hairs, Antonella cut them above the shoulders, now they are lighter, blond, contrasting with the color of her scandalous eyes, today, highlighted by a dark makeup.And lest there should be any chance that some part of me should come out unscathed from the torture that will be dealing with her stunning presence tonight, knowing that she cannot be mine when the night is over, there is the mouth.
The fucking mouth painted in a red that makes the dryness in my throat disappear.The second my eyes are fixed on her lips, my mouth is filled with water, anxious, almost desperate, I would say, wanting to taste hers.That’s the definition of torture.
“I’m ready...” she says, stopping in front of me, and hearing her voice does nothing to get me out of the trance that her image put me in.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, needing to regain control over myself.The throbbing in my pants borders on the fucking unbearable!It’s absurd that just seeing a woman makes me so hard, I’m not a fucking teenager!The woman turned you into this...
Oh, fuck off, subconscious!
“Are you okay?” Antonella asks, misinterpreting my reaction, and the fact that she touches my arm, does not help. The touch, even over clothing, reverberates throughout my body, igniting my last nerves that remained immune to her presence.Which is fucked up, since I’m about to spend an entire night with her around me! Fuck!
“I am, Antonella... Just… I just need a minute…” I open my eyes, finally finding hers, and as close as I am, I notice how dark they are right now, almost as if she were as horny as I am.Her touch continues to burn my skin, even though a few layers of clothing prevent me from feeling it all.My fingers tingle to touch her back.Involuntarily, my hand lifts, ready to reach her waist.
“Mommy…” Isabella’s childish voice sounds and, breaking the invisible thread that held my gaze to her as if it were nothing, Antonella turns around immediately and again turns her back on me without the decency of a farewell.I follow with the gaze she did all the way she had done to reach me, this time, on the contrary, until she found her daughter at the top of the stairs.
Not bothering to wrinkle her impeccable outfit, or for Isabella to make some move that spoils her production, Antonella takes the girl in her arms and joins her forehead to hers, whispering something I can’t hear.I observe, for the second time, in less than ten minutes, hypnotized by a scene starring the same woman.
?
Wherever we go, looks reach us, and I can’t blame them, even if they come from both the female and male guests.Not when, if I didn’t have to keep an eye on where I’m standing, I wouldn’t even look away from Antonella tonight, mostly, because every time I look at her, I get hit in the face, like it’s the fucking first time.
All the way to the ball, I tried uselessly to fight this impulse, but every time I turned my eyes away from her, it was, only seconds later, to come back to admire her as if a magnet attracted my gaze and impelled it to remain there, totally and completely focused on her.If she noticed or bothered, she didn’t give me any clues.Distracted in her own mind, she didn’t even notice when the car parked in front of the hotel where the charity event is taking place.
Something else Antonella didn’t care about?The engagement ring, she didn’t even give it a second look when I slipped it on her finger before we left the house, and what the fuck!It bugs me!I mean, why doesn’t she care?Women like to get jewelry, don’t they?Should I have chosen one with a larger stone?
“Ready to meet your in-laws?” I ask jokingly, but in fact, I hope that this, unlike the other events of the night, will get her some reaction.Her dark and, as always, scandalous eyes meet mine, pulling me to them, and I hear them loud and clear: “You will have to do better than that if you want to intimidate me, Marcos…”
“You’re different...” I find myself talking out loud.
“The hair?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.
“Your looks too, but that’s not all.”
“Is that bad?” Despite the tenor of the question, her tone is not one of defiance, but one of genuine curiosity.
“I can’t decide,” I answer honestly, and she smiles in a way that would be able to bring men to their knees.
“Then it’s a good thing we have all night,” she whispers to me, still with a smile on her lips, as she walks imposingly, with her head held high, among men and women who will never know her origins, because no one will tell them and because, looking at her, they will never be able to guess.
The last two words spoken by Antonella invoke in my mind very different images of reality.Thinking about the two of us having the whole night together takes me to a dangerous place, and when I ask myself,why dangerous?my subconscious is quick to blow the wordswifeandbabyinto my mind, I snap my tongue, it’s going to be a long, very long night.
“What about the wolves,Ella?Are you ready?Because there is one of them coming to us right now...” I put myself in front of her, interrupting her steps and speaking in her ear.It’s a stupid move to get even closer to her when the little closeness we had was already affecting me much more than it should, but I can’t help myself.
