Episode 18

MARKUS

Seeing her body in that way was so exciting, perfect in every sense, but I felt frustrated not being able to do anything to her. Something inside me prevented it, but I searched for an initiative. I positioned myself in front of her so she couldn't escape. I saw her curious face, her innocence left no doubt that I was the only man she had ever seen like that. As I brushed her hand, I saw her biting her lip. I couldn't resist anymore.

In the heat of the moment, I heard her moan my name. It filled me with immense pleasure. No woman had ever achieved this with me, only Christiane. My whole body desired her.

We remained curled up in bed together. I could smell her scent as I held her close to me. She quickly fell asleep, closing her eyes, and I followed soon after. Later, as I woke up in bed, she wasn't beside me. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was already past midnight.

"Where is she?" - I felt worried.

"She must have gone to her room, right? This woman never agrees to anything." - I felt annoyed.

I put on a pair of boxers and sleep pants. I went to her bedroom, but she wasn't there. Then I went downstairs where it was all dark. I headed towards the kitchen, and there she was, sitting at the table.

"What are you doing here alone?" - I startled her as she jumped, and she looked at me with timidity.

"Uh...eating chocolate cake."

"You didn't invite me." - She moved her plate aside.

"Not from mine. There's some in the fridge. Serve yourself a piece."

I saw her serious face; this little one doesn't like to share. I thought it was adorable.

"I want some from yours."

So I took a bite of her cake, and she looked at me angrily.

"Why did you do that?"

"I see that you don't like to share. We have something in common."

"I have two younger sisters, as you can see, I'm used to always sharing. But unlike me, you're used to having everything... whatever you want, you get it easily. But this time, this cake is mine. I won't let you have another slice."

She said all that while looking directly into my eyes. I saw her teary eyes, which revealed that no matter how many times I could have her, she would never fully give herself to me. There is a deep hatred, and I don't know why it affects me so much. It used to be something I didn't care about, but now I wish she would let go of that resentment and enjoy with me the palpable desire we both have.

"Not everything," I said.

I turned my back and left the kitchen, went to the bedroom. I saw my empty bed and lay down, thinking about what she had said:

"Unlike me, you're used to having everything... whatever you want, you get it easily."

It wasn't entirely true. Despite being born into a wealthy family, I was raised by nannies. My mother was always ambitious, loving money more than my father and me. She never showed me any affection, and no matter how hard I tried to forget, it was something that marked my life.

Flashback

"Mama, please don't go," I pleaded with anguish.

"Let go of me, Markus. I can no longer live in this house with your father."

"But Mama, what about me? I'm your son, I need you."

"You're a burden to me. It's better for you to stay with your father. You'll inherit all of this; you don't need me."

"No, Mama, I don't want anything without you by my side. Please don't go."

"Don't be naive. Now that your father has divorced me, I've taken almost half of his fortune. I'm going far away, where I can live my life as I please, without you."

She pushed me away, and I stumbled, falling to the ground. She looked at me but continued walking, then got into the car. I could only watch as she drove away. I was only eight years old, and since that day, I never saw her again. I just remember how much my father suffered. He truly loved her, but he locked himself in his own world. His work was always more important than me. He only demanded that I be the best, preparing me to be the boss. I studied all the time; there were no vacations for me.

My grandfather supported me in everything. He was always there for me. I remember many times when he argued with my father,

"His mother abandoned him; he's just a child. He needs his father."

Those were my grandfather's words, but my father never listened to him. He always believed that everything he did was the best for me.

End of Flashback

With these memories, I fell asleep. When I woke up and looked around, she was gone. That angered me. Even though I had never spent the night next to a woman before, it was always just sex and I would leave. But with her, it was something indescribable. I thought I would feel it again, but it wasn't the case.

She must be here with me - I thought, gripping my fists.

I got up, took a shower, and dressed without even having breakfast. I arrived at the company in a bad mood, unable to concentrate. My body was present in a meeting with some department managers, but my mind only remembered Christiane's words from last night. This woman is driving me crazy.

"Mr. Meyer, what do you think of our marketing proposal?" That question pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Good work, the meeting is adjourned." With that, I stood up and left the room. I headed towards my office, with Mauricio following behind me.

"Markus, is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing."

"I know you well. 'Good work,' really? Even if the proposal was great, you always have different questions to ask."

"I just want to be alone. Can't you understand?" I say this to him with a loud voice.

"I understand. Don't be angry." He stops and turns back.

I enter my office and couldn't believe what I was seeing. Christiane! She was sitting on one of the armchairs. As soon as she saw me, she stood up. I looked her up and down. She looked beautiful. Well, lately, whether in sportswear or pajamas, she always looked gorgeous, but I couldn't stop thinking about last night.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I say abruptly and walk towards the desk where I sit to review some pending reports.

"Your secretary recognized me as your wife and let me in. Aren't you going to offer me a seat?"

"No, tell me why you came. I have work to do," I say, even though I try not to look at her, her scent was soothing.

"I came to... I just came to get to know your company," she lowers her face a little.

I observe her carefully. She stays silent, standing by the sofa in my office, looking around. Something told me that she came for something more, even if she tried to hide it. Well, I came up with an idea to get back at her a little for last night.

I stood up and walked towards her, not in a hurry. Christine looked at me in confusion but didn't move. When we stood face to face, I asked her to kiss me. She looked surprised but obeyed like an obedient child.

My plan was not to reciprocate, but how could I resist? For God's sake, her lips are so exquisite that it's impossible not to get carried away.

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