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Chelsea was floating on a cloud, the way Steve touched her, kissed her, and made her his own was unique and wonderful. That man had the power to break her just by touching her. Chelsea burns with desire and lust in front of him.She opened the door of the apartment, heard noises and saw the light on, that made her a little nervous, it wasn't logical that anyone was there, except that...She left his bag on the coffee table and went to the kitchen, there he was, his great friend Gustavo who had finally returned. "Gus! You're back," she hangs around his neck and he holds her by the waist and turns with her. "I'm glad you're back, that trip of yours felt like an eternity."Let's see, my dear, how exaggerated you are, it was only a few weeks. A week of last year, in which I had a lot of fun on that cruise. ""Well, if you didn't miss me, I did," she crosses her arms pouting."Of course I missed you, my freckle. Imagine every time I saw one of those millionaires in the restaurant or
A surprise comeback
The week continues to be full of sneaky encounters between Chelsea and Steve. At times they kiss, touch, give in to desire. Feeling that they can be discovered at any moment raises their adrenaline and causes more pleasant sensations in them. Finally everything seems to be happening in the best way, Chelsea is happy in Steve's arms although, she can't help but feel a little guilty knowing that it is a hidden, forbidden love; He has an engagement with Larissa and she, bad or good, with Fred, who also does not stop sending her beautiful messages and details to try to win her over. But who can choose whom to love and claim to be victorious? Love chooses us, not us. The weekend is the only time they can't see each other so constantly, and that Saturday in addition to being a day of rest for both Chelsea and Steve, will be full of big and unexpected surprises. Steve woke up a little after ten o'clock in the morning, his father Hugh, on the contrary, got up very early; Despite it bein
Desire for revenge
Chelsea spent the whole morning shopping with her friend, they had decided to prepare a pasta a la putanesca, which Gustavo knew how to make better than any chef. The truth was that Gus, as she affectionately called him, had incredible hands to do anything from cooking and preparing exotic cocktails to designing costumes, decorating or doing makeup for a miss. He was the best, his artistic gifts were a blessing. Still, while they were shopping, Chelsea looked restless, she kept looking insistently at her phone. She was anxious, and her reason had a name, Steve Bullock.It was at times like these that she hated herself for allowing herself to fall into the position that "the mistress" was in. She knew that wasn't right and that she shouldn't continue to see him, but it was impossible for her to go back, there was something about Steve that drew her to him like a magnet, she felt the need to be with him, to see him, to feel him... It was a sin she was willing to commit.After lunch, G
One nail pulls out another nail
"Did you dare to call him?" Gustavo asked when he saw what his friend had just done. "Really, are you sure you're my triki? You weren't abducted by aliens, were you? ""I think that being without you during those days helped me to put into practice everything you had been telling me month after month, day after day, hour after hour."OMG! Now I've lost my only friend I could call out to. Well, let's get you ready because you have to look fabulous for when your sponsor arrives."Stop saying that, if I'm hanging out with Fred and because he's gentlemanly and thoughtful."Linda, don't be naïve, all mens are and I exclude myself OK. They are chivalrous and tender whenever they seek to conquer us and I include myself in this part, but after they get the reverse triangle or the black hole, they leave us looking everywhere. "I don't think Fred is that kind of guy. He looks different."Well, I just want you to get regal, and take a thousand selfies, send them to me that I'll post so th
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Monday had finally arrived, Chelsea had spent the whole weekend looking forward to the start of the working week although, after Saturday, the reasons were different, she was eager to confront Steve, to tell him everything she had inside. What she didn't know, nor did she imagine, was that he, too, had many things to complain about; since that same Saturday night he hadn't been able to get the image of Chelsea getting out of the car of none other than Fred. He, too, was ready to confront her. Two clashes of titans were about to happen. To Chelsea's surprise, when she arrived, Steve was already in his office sitting at his desk with his hands folded."Mr. Bullock, good morning, I didn't expect to find you here so early," she said aloud in an attempt to keep up appearances until she entered the office."Good morning Chelsea, please come in and close the door behind you."If he think he´s going to come today to want to kiss me after he haven't heard from me all weekend because he wa
A Plan Against the Assistant
The more she thought about it, the more hatred and anger grew in Larissa, angry? even that didn't cover a part of what she was feeling at the time, it was anger that was growing from within, she was furious because on the one hand, Steve thought she was dumb and he was wanting to leave her as the crazy girl who sees ghosts where there are none, and secondly, that shitty assistant was believing she had the authority to take her man right in front of her very eyes, she definitely had no idea who Larissa Hamilton was, but she would take it upon herself to prove it to him as close as possible. If she could, she would have thrown Steve the first object she had at hand because she knew that Chelsea would never be able to get close to him if he didn't let her, but she knew that if she did that, it was her sure ticket to separation and she couldn't allow it. She had long since determined that she would be Steve Bullock's wife, and she was willing to do anything to get it. She walked as fast
Into the arms of his rival
Since the last meeting with Chelsea, Fred has not been able to speak to her. He constantly sends her messages apologizing in a thousand ways, but she just doesn't respond to his messages. At times he confronts himself about it. Had he really been so disrespectful that she didn't want to talk to him? Or was it just an excuse she used to get away from him? To Fred it still seemed strange that she had changed so radically. While he's thinking, his cell phone rings, he wishes so much it was her... But no, when he picks up his cell phone he sees his father's name on the screen. She attends out of respect for what Erick represents in her life. "Hello, Dad. Go ahead. "Hi son, I see so much emotion in your tone of voice that I could swear I haven't seen so much happiness in the world in a son when receiving news from his father," The load of sarcasm that the prestigious billionaire showed in his words was evident. "Father, I'm not for your ironic phrases. Tell me what's on offer. "The on
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Chelsea took a deep breath and walked out behind her. She walked to the office, Stephanie announced her to her boss, and she walked in."Sit down, Miss Smith. We have to talk about a rather sensitive issue. Chelsea's heart raced fast, her hands began to sweat. Hugh's gaze this time was different, and the tone of his voice a little hostile. "Yes, Mr. Bullock, tell me—""As I've told my son on several occasions, I consider you to be one of Steve's best assistants”. Chelsea felt her soul return to her body with those words. “I have heard that during this week, you have had some inconveniences and I would like to hear your side of the story.” The redhead placed her hands on the desk and intertwined her fingers."It really must have been a misunderstanding, Mr. Bullock, for I can assure you that I never received a call from that businessman. Mr. Hoch never called me and if he did, I wasn't the one who took that call.”"But that's illogical, Hoch is a respectful man and even a bit ext