Today I woke up a little late; I looked at the clock and saw it was a little past 5 a.m. Yes… this is my routine. I wake up at ten to five, study until 7 a.m., and then rush to get changed and catch the first train to work. My job is part-time; I only need to go to the company once a week. I earn very well, I save as much as I can, only taking out money to support myself. I currently have scholarships, but everything is very expensive: room rent, food, books, and I also send financial help to my sister. My dream is for her to come live with me, but I have 1 year left to finish my course, so I'll have enough time to take care of her.

I'm 21 years old and studying electronic engineering. I work at an electric car company in Gothenburg, Sweden. I love the city; I've been enchanted since I first set foot here. I took the opportunity to graduate and change my life.

It all started when I was 15. I was studying at a high-class school on a scholarship in Sao Paulo. I gained recognition for some personal programming projects and got my first remote job. Yes… I would take on some remote jobs through my father's company, and he would deposit the money into my account.

"Lana, I'm not going to use this money, daughter, no matter how much I need it, it's yours. When you're older, you'll buy your apartment, and I'll die of pride for my little girl."

My father worked in the same field I do now; he earned quite well. However, after Aline's birth, my mother developed cancer, and the health insurance didn't cover all the necessary medication and treatment, so all our savings went to provide for her well-being. I finished job after job to save as much money as possible, so if my father needed it, we wouldn't be in a tight spot.

Aline was our little girl; my sister was 5 years old and didn't understand anything that was happening.

On the night I turned 16, I received a huge payment for a project I completed for a company in Sweden, and they signed a monthly contract with my father.

"Daughter, can we talk?"

"Of course, Dad."

"Daughter, today is your birthday. You managed to close a monthly contract with a company, in addition to the payment you received today. Your grades, everything you do is perfect." he breathes. "Lana, I wished this day could be special, that every day of yours could be like a normal little girl's, with boyfriends, movies…"

"Nonsense, Dad. I have you, Mom, and Line. Nothing else matters to me," I said confidently.

"Come here, daughter." he hugs me. I feel his tears wetting my hair. "You and Aline are our joys. Today I planned something special. I spoke with your mother's doctor, and she won't be able to leave the hospital. Princess, forgive me for today; I'll have to go to the hospital to be with her." he pauses "Daughter, your mother is not well; the medication isn't working."

"Dad…"

"I love you, young lady. Forgive me for not being here on such a special day. I wish I could change all of this."

"Can I go see her, Dad?"

"No, my dear. Unfortunately, she can't receive visitors. I'll be there as her companion."

"Tell her I love her and that I'm taking care of Line."

It was only 8 a.m., Saturday. After our conversation, my father left.

My day was sad, and all I did was take care of my sister and research cancer treatments. When I heard the doorbell ring, I looked at the clock, and it was already 8 p.m.

"Who is it, Lana?" my sister asked.

"Dad must have forgotten his keys, my love. Go to the living room; I'll be right back."

I ran to the door barefoot, looked through the peephole, and saw Uncle Reinaldo outside.

"What is he doing here?" Uncle Reinaldo was my mother's brother; he was serious and conservative, and he didn't like to leave the house. The biggest problem was his wife, a malicious gossip.

I opened the door. And he came in, followed by his wife. She came and hugged me, which wasn't common.

"I'm so sorry, my child." I froze. What was she talking about?

THAT day, sadness took over me, my soul, and stole any remaining joy that might have existed in me. I found out that my mother died shortly after my father arrived at the hospital, and my father, after drinking heavily, had an accident and passed away. So, my sister and I had lost our family and only had each other. There were hours of pain and suffering. Days of crying and loneliness.

We went to live with our aunt and uncle; our house was rented out. Aunt Suzana always complained, saying we were a burden and that Uncle Reinaldo was destroying her marriage. My cousins were popular at school, and I was the strange orphan girl.

"Little cousin, you're beautiful, but this habit of yours of always looking messy… look…"

"Davi, please leave me alone." I didn't want to fit in; I just wanted time to pass.

I continued with isolated projects and found a way for everything to be deposited into my account, which I would only have access to when I turned 18. Those were two years of great effort and dedication, without looking to either side, enduring all possible humiliations and protecting my sister. When I turned 18, I knew everything would change. I went to Uncle Reinaldo's room for a conversation:

"Can we talk?"

"You look like your mother, though with your father's eyes, of course. What do you want, Alana?"

"I turned 18 today."

"I know, but don't worry, I won't abandon you. I know Suzana is difficult, but you are our family. You make me very proud, so I'm going to pay for your college and...."

"Thank you, Uncle. But I don't need it."

I told him I had savings. He knew about the assets my father left, and since I was of age, I was responsible for Aline and for managing our assets. We argued and argued, but he understood.

"So you're really leaving then?"

"Yes, Aline will stay at this boarding school until I finish my course, as you demanded, and as soon as things change, I'll come get her."

My savings went to Aline's care; the assets my parents left, I put in her name as a guarantee for a better life.

The company that hired me paid for my ticket, visa, and one year of housing.

And so, I began my journey. My job was entirely focused on taking care of my sister and buying our house. I was very close, so close to having all my plans realized.

It's 5 in the morning and I've just arrived home. Modesty aside, my night was quite eventful. Lots of drinks, and two exuberant blondes provided me with hours of pleasure. But there's nothing like being in my own home, I connect with who I really am. I never bring any fuck here, because my sanctuary cannot be defiled, ever. I have a meeting in the early afternoon and I don't usually run late for my appointments.

I maintain a sanctuary in every location where I have branches of my company. I'm currently in Sweden; I have projects in partnership with Volvo and I need to be here to closely monitor the progress of one project in particular.

I got a few hours of sleep, it's already 10 am, I need to be at the company.

"Charles, good morning! To downtown."

"Sir, good morning! Miss Fernandez would like to know if she can be with you on Thursday."

Gisele Fernandez is a stunning woman. I'm considering, perhaps in a few years, signing a marriage contract. Yes, I want heirs. I'm 28 years old and I'm one of the most respected and wealthy CEOs in the automotive industry. My family is equally powerful; my parents own a pharmaceutical company in Italy. Currently, my father manages everything with a firm hand. When I decided to start my own company, my father doubted me. As soon as the first results appeared, he understood that our legacy would be the Ricci surname, and not a conglomerate of companies. Therefore, today my cousin is being prepared to manage my family's company, since I have my own fortune.

"Tell her I'll be in Milan on Friday, and I won't be available."

The problem with women like Gisele is that they thought that because they had money and beauty, men like me would take them from bed to marriage. I even consider a contract, but I don't get emotionally involved with anyone. I fuck them, but I don't get attached.

"We've arrived, sir."

"Charles, arrange our return to Milan for Friday. Let only Nina know, I need to talk to my sister. I want her at my house before I arrive."

"Sir, consider it done."

Melina is my younger sister. She's 25 years old and has a lot of personality. She has no interest in companies and lives from love to love. I love this girl, but she needs a reality check. I received a report from my security that my sister is involved with a novice singer who uses drugs. She's been dating the guy for a little over 6 months. My parents are unaware of this information.

I protect my family. My life has a few pillars and I will not allow anyone to destabilize them.

"Sir, good morning! Can we go over the agenda?"

"Yes, just start with the afternoon appointments, I've already confirmed the morning ones."

"Certainly. You have a meeting with the project managers."

"Why did I schedule this shit." I ask myself.

"Sir considered the Pilot project to be relevant." she replies.

"I know that. Cancel this meeting and send me the results and progress of the project."

Analyzing the entire project, I realized that this would be the most innovative and unprecedented project in years in the automotive industry. I could already see the success.

"Carla, who was responsible for the implementations in this project?"

"Sir….s… Ah yes, Alana Smit."

"I want to meet the programmer."

"Sir, she's a prodigy, hired at 18 and all her projects have become highlights. However, she only works part-time."

"Why isn't she full-time?"

"She's in college."

"Interesting, I'll be returning to Italy on Friday, so I hope to talk to the prodigy girl before my return."

"Yes, sir."

Having fulfilled all my commitments, I decide to go to the bar to spend the night. I drink my whiskey and soon smell a sweet scent.

"I can see you don't have company. Can I fix that?"

I look at the woman and notice she's pleasant, full lips, doll-like face, and a desirable body.

"If you desire pleasure for a few hours, I can provide it."

Another night filled with wild and intense sex. Cumming all night in a hot, wet pussy is all I need to relieve all the stress of an intense workday.

Still at the bar, I grab the woman and kiss her intensely, yes… she's experienced.

"I see your night has all the makings of being fun."

That voice. I take my eyes off the woman and stare at Ravier Lugano, my biggest rival in everything.

Ravier and I competed for power, for prominence, and especially for status. Our history goes back to our college days when he caught me with his fiancee… in my defense, the slut hadn't told me she was engaged, but nothing, not even the angry look of that idiot, ruined my fuck. The girl was a social climber… she wanted to climb from guy to guy to reach the top of popularity, and yes, she succeeded, especially since she gave it to me for a long time after she broke off the engagement.

After that, Ravier invested in all my girls. Our difference? I never cared.

"Want to share?" I ask.

The girl gets excited and runs her hand over my dick.

"I'm not into leftovers." he's an idiot.

"Then don't interfere."

I returned to the woman's mouth, who was loving my attention, and finished my night cumming a lot.

I arrived in Sweden when I was 18 years old. I've been working at Ricci Industries ever since. I have nothing to complain about in my life; here I have the opportunity to achieve my dream of bringing my sister closer to me. My uncle is responsible for having Aline over for all the holidays. My heart is in my mouth because I know Aunt Suzana is nothing more than a shrew. My dream is for us to be a family: me, Line, and Martin (yes, I've been thinking about him a lot).

Yes… Martin and I became friends two years ago, but it's only in the last 6 months that he declared his feelings for me. I don't know what to say because it's all very new to me; these are feelings I've never had before.

Martin is a strong, athletic, and charming man. We met during one of the technical team's visits to the creative department. I'm from the creative department, but I have many courses in mechanics and electrical engineering, in addition to my degree. So, from our first contact, he struck up a conversation and we became friends. Soon, he and I spent hours putting together projects that he presented and which gained him recognition in the company. I helped him, but I had no interest in the credit. I told him my life story, and he supported me and stood by my side for a year and a half.

Six months ago, he gave me my first peck on the lips. I've never really kissed anyone, but I confess that the feeling of having someone care for me awakened a joy in me, which I put the brakes on; I pushed away all his advances. Yes… I trusted him, but I needed to take it slow. I had already lost too much in life to lose someone who was part of my new life.

"Lana, I'd like to take you out today, are you up for it?" he says, all seductive.

"Martin, today is complicated. Can we schedule it for Friday? No, Thursday." He approaches.

"You're my girl. I can't wait any longer to have you in my arms. I love you, Alana. I know about your plans, but we can make it work. Give me a chance to prove I can be the man you need." He hugs me, and I feel a bulge in his pants that scares me.

"Martin, we're at work, please." I push him away.

"Alright, love! Be ready for me tomorrow, Lana." He kisses my cheek and leaves.

I'm very nervous. I like Martim, but do I want to be in a relationship? These butterflies in my stomach… aiaiaiai…. Am I ready?

"Girl, wow…that man is going to devour you!" she shouts euphorically.

"Berta, stop it, someone might hear," I warn my friend.

"Alana, don't play coy. That man has scheduled a hot night with you, and we need to plan," she says maliciously.

"Stop it, Roberta. Martin and I are friends, and I don't know if I'm ready to take our relationship further."

"Honey, I'm not a fan of your little friend, I've told you… but I can't deny he's a hottie. I know several girls who went out with him and loved the 'ride in the playground'." When she says this, I get even more nervous. "He's not marriage material, but for you to get that itch scratched…my friend, go for it and ride him."

"Roberta… I don't know how we're friends, you know… look at what you're saying, I, I…."

"I don't believe it." I'm all red and embarrassed. "Lana, are you a virgin?"

"You know I don't like to talk about my life. Look, that's enough, okay. I have a plan, and nothing will divert my attention from that goal."

"Girl, when your sister arrives, it'll be very difficult to have a dick like that available, okay. You'll practically be a mother; you won't have time. Do you want to be alone?" she says bluntly.

"Berta, everything revolves around sex for you. Don't come at me with this craziness," I state firmly.

"Friend, look… I'm going to tell you the truth… you're beautiful. All the guys from work and college look at you, but you don't look ahead. Do you like girls?" I shake my head no. "So, friend, enjoy your life. Your parents died, your adolescence was shit, you're going to take care of your sister. But you're still a beautiful young woman who has a lot to enjoy in life and loses nothing by living a little. I don't like Martin, but he was the only guy you let get close, so go there and enjoy tonight. You don't want to give it up… okay… but kiss a lot. I bet you'll feel like a new woman afterwards."

Roberta was my first friend here. We worked on the same project and soon became inseparable. Of course, I'm still reserved and shy, but with every crazy thing Berta does, I feel like I'm floating. So her joy and liveliness add flavor to my daily work life and solitude.

I never go out with anyone. Yes, I miss it, but I want a romance like my parents had. Dad loved Mom at first sight. Could that happen to me? Roberta is right; I need to put aside all this insecurity and live. I decide I'm going to accept Martim's proposal.

I worked all day. I'm going to get ready for my first date, and I take the opportunity to call my sister:

"Aline, how's my princess?"

"Lana, do you know how much I miss you?"

"My little girl… we'll be together soon."

We chatted about light things while I adjusted my clothes.

I realized I didn't have anything nice for a romantic date, only work clothes. The most 'casual' thing I had was a sheath dress I wore for a company presentation. I didn't know how to be sexy.

"I have to go, sis!"

"Okay, Lana, I miss you."

"Me too, I love you."

I was nervous; talking to my sister was a strategy, it always calmed me down. Now it was me and my reflection. I was taking a giant leap of faith; all I wanted was for it to work out. Sex… did I want it? Martin is handsome, but I didn't feel that fire for him.

I heard the doorbell ring, took a deep breath, and went.

"Hi Martin?"

"Wow, you look…." he says, touching my hand, "you look beautiful."

"Thanks, you don't look bad yourself."

"I can't believe we're here. I planned a very fun night for us both." I thought it would be something more romantic, but okay. "We're going to meet up with some people from work, I'm sure you'll love it." I don't think it will be as I imagined.

I get into his car and there's a couple making out in the back seat.

"Guys, this is my girl. Lana."

The couple greets me but soon goes back to kissing, and I feel out of place.

Shortly after, we arrive at a nightclub, and I feel like running away.

I tell myself, calm down Lana, calm down.

"Come on, gorgeous." Martin pulls me to a table, and I recognize several employees from his department, all with girls in tow.

Everyone is drinking a lot, and Martin invites me to dance countless times, but I feel out of my element.

"I'm going to the bathroom, Martin." He barely hears me; he's in a boring conversation with a friend.

I walk towards the restroom, which, incredibly, is empty. There I see two of the girls who are with Martin's group of friends. I go into one of the stalls. I don't want to talk. Soon I hear:

"Cami, I can't believe Martin brought this plain Jane… didn't you two sleep together yesterday?"

"Yes… Ju… we screwed all night long…. But Martin isn't the commitment type; he wants to take advantage of the little nerd. Who's cute enough, by the way, so he can keep getting promotions. Don't you see she's all starry-eyed? That stud is going to bang the plain Jane and then come enjoy my little body here," she laughs loudly. "Want to bet?"

Soon, the two of them leave, and I'm devastated. The tears come flooding out. To be used, never to be loved, was that my destiny? Shit, I gave it my all… I faced my doubts, and look what happens…. I'm getting out of here. I knew I shouldn't have given fate this chance; I knew a downfall was guaranteed.

I need to get out of here; I need to get away from him, from everyone.

Leaving the bathroom, I bump into someone.

"Easy there… kitty…" He caught me so I wouldn't fall. With that mere touch, my whole body tingled. He looks at me as if he's going to eat me up, but I don't know what I feel. "Did something happen? Why are you crying?" he says, overly cheerful; he seems high. Oh… I've never seen such a handsome man.

I don't know what I feel, but that stranger seemed to understand my fear and emptiness. With that question, he made me feel part of something… he was laughing and stayed close. I didn't know what to say; he was drunk, but his voice, his smell, everything invited me to be near him. Strange, I felt it; this man was hypnotizing me.

"I'm having a bad day," I confessed.

"Me too. We can drink together to make our night, at least, less bitter."

"I don't usually drink," I reveal.

"That's why you're crying," he said, convinced, "come on, I'll teach you a thing or two about sad days."

The man's touch makes me feel safe; I don't know why I follow him.

"Sure you don't want a drink? Try it."

At that moment, I see Martin from afar, kissing that Cami girl. Idiot, he didn't even respect my presence.

I down the glass of the drink, which burns as it goes down. I don't know if it's hatred or the frustration of having believed someone could be interested in me.

Yes, my first gulp was harsh, but the rest went down smoothly.