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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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