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The week began with the usual routine, Chelsea goes to the company as usual, Vicky is left in charge of Fred, who does his best not to be alone with his father, and not to succumb to his wishes. Steve is also busy going to work after an intense weekend with Larissa. As much as I didn't love her, I ended up falling into her nets. Loneliness was not his best companion. Hugh, meanwhile, has already recovered and with the approval of his cardiologist, he can resume his duties within the company, something that Stephanie does not like at all, since now he cannot be with Steve for long. The spark that had begun between them had been extinguished by this estrangement. But she wasn't about to give up, especially now that her desire for revenge against Larissa was one more reason to win Steve over.Vicky enters the room, Fred is sitting, waiting for her to take a shower, little by little the massages and hydrotherapy he has been doing, seem to be improving his situation, although it is some
Sex on the desk
Chelsea didn't notice when she fell asleep next to Fred, since he returned to the mansion, she remained sleeping in the upstairs room. She opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the door opening, in front of her and with a look of bewilderment, was her cousin. He sat up, rubbing his eyes."What time is it?" I think I fell asleep. "It's seven o'clock in the morning. He came to give Fred his medicine. Chelsea was a little surprised to detail her cousin's outfit, she was practically covered by a delicate silk robe that barely covered half of her thighs. Something didn't fit, something didn't quite add up. Fred's aloof attitude, Vicky's sensual and seductive way when she comes to see him. I didn't want to imagine that if there was something between them, not because I loved Fred, no, it wasn't that. But he hoped that his sister, even to whom he had not yet told his true relationship, was hiding something from him. Paradoxical reality, isn't it? "I'm going to my room. She got
Larry in France
France was not as Larry remembered it, many things had changed since the last time he had been there, at that moment it seemed to him that it had a special brightness, a scent in the streets that transported him to another parallel world in which everything was perfect, Paris was something that inflamed the soul, that city had its own magic. Hemingway once said that "London is an enigma, Paris is an explanation" and that's what Larry wanted to find there, the explanation to all his problems, why he was like that, he wanted to go and forget, reinvent himself, eliminate the dead weight of his past but, what he didn't know was that you can't escape the past. not in Paris, not anywhere else in the world, no matter how much magic it has. From the moment he arrived it was as if the landscape had become in tune with his soul, with all its pain, the sun did not rise and, when it did, it did not have enough strength to shine radiantly, the days were gray and the one in which he looked out
Hugh confronts his past
Life was starting to take somewhat strange turns, Hugh still feels anguish about what happened to his son Larry, although he always assumed that something was wrong with him, it was not easy to accept his homosexual condition, it was not. Although it was socially a thing of the past to hide people's sexual preferences, it was not so easy to find oneself in that situation. Did he love his son? Of course he loved him, as much as he loved Steve, they were his reason for moving on after Tamara abandoned him with their two little ones.As he becomes engrossed in his thoughts, he is interrupted by a call from his assistant's office."Mr. Bullock, somebody's looking for you."Tell me, Stephanie, who is it?" The sound of voices in the background confuses Hugh. "Let me in, I have the right to come in here whenever I want.""Ma'am, but you can't come in," the woman managed to get away and walked down the corridor reading the signs on the doors until she found the presidential one. She ope
Rivals for love
Steve's relationship with his mother is rapidly improving. A strange connection unites them, it was as if time had not passed and those twenty years of absence had become seconds. They saw each other constantly for breakfast or lunch. He would tell her about things about the company and what his life had been like in those years and she would advise him or simply give him that hug that he so often needed."Forgive me for not being by your side when you needed me. Steve felt her absence for so long, that now that he could have her around, he didn't care about anything else. Trusting him, he told her about his relationship with Chelsea and Larissa. As a woman, she advised him to make a decision and not play with the feelings of both women, much less if he claimed to love one of them. For him, those were the words he needed to hear, because between being and ought to be, he had always opted for the latter. He had to be a good son, a good man, a good partner. On the other hand, Hugh
A Second Chance
Since Freya arrived in Manhattan, she decided to give her life a new direction. She had married very young, thanks to her father's insistence that she accept Timothy Wesler as her husband. Timothy was a well-known billionaire living in Montreal, who was struck by Freya's beauty on his visit to Manhattan. Erick could not miss the opportunity to marry his daughter "well married", it was part of his family tradition to marry marriages of convenience. So after her mother's death, Freya had no choice but to obey her father. She had been married for seven years to a man she didn't love and who had even managed to get her pregnant. Fed up with her fake marriage, she decided to separate from him and eventually returned to New York for Fred's wedding.Although she had no intentions at the beginning of staying in New York, that same night, she met a man at the bar who made her feel very special, with whom she could be herself, a Freya without masks, or poses, so she decided to see how far that
The Telltale Groan
That same night, Chelsea arrived at the airport, while waiting for the call to the caller, she took the opportunity to read the messages that she had not been able to check because of the busy day. Opening the chat, she is excited to hear that Gus tells her about his reconciliation with Larry, which fills her with satisfaction. She wishes she could dare as much as he did. But she didn't dare destroy Fred's illusions, ask for a divorce, and flee into Steve's arms.Steve's arms? She confronts herself. He was still engaged to the insufferable Larissa, there was no chance between them except as lovers, and although she let herself be swept away by passion that morning, she was not willing to become Steve's lover and betray Fred again. No one knows how she felt the times her gaze met his, while piles were piled up or stopped, or when she went to say goodnight to him before returning to her room. He was too good a man for her to play with. As if the Universe were hell-bent on challenging
Fred's Wrath
The encounters between Fred and Vicky do not stop, they do not slow down, they do not rest, despite everything that seeing each other can bring them as a consequence, neither of them is able to take their hands off their shoulders. Chelsea is becoming more and more distant from Fred, work takes up a lot of his time, he himself had not realized the hours he had to stop at the company until he saw her taking her role, arriving at the house at dusk dead of exhaustion. Chelsea definitely didn't deserve a deception of that magnitude, but try as he might, it seemed that the more he set out to get away from Vicky, the more attracted he became, the fact that it was forbidden only made him more interesting. Vicky, on the other hand, had tried to talk to her cousin several times because when she was with Fred she felt like the happiest woman in the world, but when that fantasy passed, when the bubble burst, the guilt gnawed at her from the depths of her gut. Many times he wanted to tell h