Episode 4

She approaches the reception desk and requests a room, intent on organizing her thoughts undisturbed. She plans to determine her next steps, the only certain thing at this moment being her resolution not to marry Renato.

Receptionist: Your room is number six.

Alessandra: Thank you.

As she spots the sign with the room number, she nears the open door and goes inside.

Without any realization of something amiss, Alessandra collapses onto the bed and closes her eyes with a relieved sigh. Weariness engulfs her body, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts, wondering how she had been oblivious, how the two could have deceived her so utterly. She tries to relax and forget all that she overheard from the fiance and the one she thought a friend.

Yet, fate had vastly different designs for that evening.

As she settled into the bed, Guilherme emerged from the shower wrapped in only a white towel. Unconcerned, he moved around the room when his eyes landed on the laying form of Alessandra. Astonishment etched across his face, he made a noise to alert her to his presence.

At the sound, Alessandra leaped from the bed in alarm, shocked by Guilherme's presence. Their eyes met, conveying surprise and indignation. She distinctly felt his gaze filled with ill-intent.

Alessandra: What are you doing here?

She asked, her voice laced with the fear creeping into her.

With an eyebrow raised, Guilherme towelled his wet hair. The lascivious gleam in his eyes unmistakable, increasing Alessandra's discomfort.

Guilherme: It’s I who should ask what you are doing in my room?

He countered, his curiosity piqued by her presence.

A heated argument ensued, each stating their case. Alessandra was convinced of a mistake in identifying her room number, while Guilherme claimed it a breach of his privacy. Tension filled the air, charged and potent.

Throughout the dispute, an unexpected shift occurred. The air of tension evolved into a magnetic pull, undeniable. Words waned as their gazes locked within the charged atmosphere.

On impulse, Guilherme bridged the distance between them and kissed Alessandra fervently. The fiery desire enveloping them outweighed any argument or misunderstanding. Their bodies collided with urgency, succumbing to an intense encounter.

The mishap that brought them together sparked an overwhelming attraction, challenging all boundaries. Consumed with passion, they surrendered to the moment with abandon.

In the room they accidentally shared, Alessandra and Guilherme allowed themselves a singular experience. This mistake, potentially awkward, unfolded into an unforeseen turn.

The next morning, upon waking, Alessandra noticed a note on her bag. Curious, she stretched to retrieve it, reading the words with shock and indignation.

In bold letters, the note read:

"Take the money and leave quietly."

Alessandra's brows furrowed, a mix of anger and shame washing over her. She rose quickly, resolved not to let that note go unanswered. Finding a pen nearby, she penned a retort on the back. Her words were assertive and heavy with sarcasm.

"You should be more generous, to make up for the dismal performance."

She placed double the money he left next to the note.

With a satisfied grin, Alessandra folded the paper, laid it on top of his briefcase, and stood. She dressed with careful silence, avoiding noise that might awaken him, and tiptoed to the door, exiting the place.

At the desk, she inquired about the guest of room nine; the receptionist only shared his home city, offering no further details. Alessandra left feeling guilty for her tryst with a stranger, recalling yesterday's events, her anger intensifying. Starting her car, she sat for a while before deciding to return home.

Upon arrival, she encountered her parents and Renato in the living room, and was immediately met with a barrage of questions as she entered.

Rose: Daughter, why did you disappear without a word? We've been so worried, your phone just kept going to voicemail.

Her father noticed several marks on her neck and slapped her face.

Jonas: How dare you shame me this way?

Renato: Why would you do this to me?

She faced him silently and proceeded upstairs.

Jonas: Renato, I truly do not know what to say.

Renato: She's probably stressed about finishing her studies and the wedding plans; someone must’ve preyed on her weakness.

Jonas: You want to marry her even after what she's done?

Renato: I love your daughter, and I’m positive she didn’t mean it; the wedding is on. I’ll return another time; I have an investor meeting soon.

After saying goodbye, Renato headed to his company, and Alessandra's father made his way to her room.

Jonas: You're lucky your fiance cares deeply for you despite everything; he still wants the marriage.