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Finally, in a last-ditch effort, Steve looked at the red flash of Chelsea's life preserver, pulled her hair, and with his other hand held tightly to a rock jutting out of the strong current. He pulled her toward him, tucked his arm in, and deftly managed to grab her waist. She was coughing heavily, had swallowed a lot of water and couldn’t breathe."Hold on, my love," he said, and she fainted on his shoulder, as he shouted, "I've got her!" Help me, I've got it.André and Chris paddled together, walking up to them, André offered his arms and between him and Steve they managed to get her into the boat. Then he stretched out his arm to help Steve. While inside the boat, Steve began to give Chelsea mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Arriving at the shore, the paramedics met them, took her to the small tent that served as a kind of doctor's office for emergencies like this. The doctor attended to the girl, who slowly began to react. Steve had a few scrapes from the huge rocks and branches in
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The weekend went by quickly, maybe more than Chelsea would have liked, she couldn't wait until it was Monday to see him again although there were several questions in her head to answer, she had no idea what Steve's reaction would be when he saw her, if what happened in Montreal would stay there, much to her chagrin, back in New York they both had lives made, she was getting to know Fred and Steve was in a relationship with Larissa. She knew very well what her feelings were for him, but was he thinking of her in the same way? Would he be willing to end his relationship with Larissa, to leave her for her? It seemed to him practically a fallacy in all its rule, she was nothing exceptional, did not believe that she was one of those girls who stands out wherever she goes, nor one of those who attracts all eyes, she considered herself simple, the antonym of someone like Larissa, that girl was the opposite from her personality to the way she dressed and walked, who in their right mind wo
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From her office, Chelsea could hear the shouts of the president of the company, so she busied herself with reviewing some pending issues from the meeting they would have. She heard Steve's footsteps and her heart pounded. She stood up to wait for him, greeted him with the broadest smile."Good morning, Mr. Bullock," he barely turned to look at her and give her instructions."The board is suspended.” He replied tersely."Did something happen?" She asked in astonishment. But Steve didn't answer, she looked at Larissa from behind him. That was enough for her to interpret Steve's cavalier attitude to understand what the dynamics of their relationship were "You're a fool, Chelsea," she reproaches herself; The meaning of all this is very simple, she is only important to him when his fiancée is not around. Beyond what happened in Montreal, the kisses, the desire for passion, she couldn't turn a blind eye to Steve's relationship with Larissa.Doubts begin to do their good work, Che
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Chelsea was thoughtful, only imagining the awkward afternoon she would have to spend at the company; As Fred was saying goodbye to her in the car, his mind was wandering about Steve's behavior at that lunch. Why did he agree to eat with her and Fred? Didn't what they'd experienced in Montreal mean anything to him? She was downcast, hadn't realized that she had set her expectations too high: "What did you expect Chelsea, that he would welcome you with open arms and turn around with you in his arms like in the movies? What an idiot you were! Of course that wasn't going to happen, he has a girlfriend and he's the head of the company and you're just his assistant," she lashed out at herself.Chelsea already knew that meeting Steve that day would be difficult, but she never expected him to ignore her the way he did as soon as Larissa showed up there. She had discovered feelings on that trip that she had never had with anyone else, she was exploring a wilder side of herself that she didn
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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
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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
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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
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