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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
Perfect Accomplices
The situation is still a bit chaotic in the Sielgman mansion, both Fred and Vicky were lying on the floor for a long time recovering their usual breathing, besides, Vicky was not sure if her legs would respond to her in the way they were supposed to, she had been too scared, the situation she had just lived had been terrifying, Erick Sielgman had tried to rape her. She couldn't even think about what would have happened if Fred hadn't shown up just as he did, she had already tried to free herself from Erick's grip several times to no avail and he was kind of blinded, as if he wasn't reasoning what he was doing. Tears were still draining from Vicky's eyes when she managed to stand up, she went straight to the dining room table, took the tablecloth and wrapped her whole body with it, Fred had already seen her naked, he knew her body perfectly but this time she felt outraged, unprotected to have been left with so few clothes on her, I was ashamed, very ashamed. After taking a few se
Two souls meet again
During Steve's trip to Sweden, as he requested, Tamara takes care of Hugh. She arrived that same morning and when he saw her he was angry when he saw her."What are you doing here, woman?" "Hi Hugh. Is this how you greet the woman who is going to take care of you?"I don't need you to take care of me. He replied hostilely. "I came because our son didn't ask for them, so I'm not going to break my promise," she walked toward him, holding the tray that held the glass of water and the pills he was supposed to take."That was easily done by the clerk. I told you I don't need you, Tamara."Well, we're getting better. At least you called me by my name. She handed him the glass, and he held it, almost snatching it from his hand. "Thank you," he said sparingly, and drank his pills. "You're a good boy. Do you want us to chat a bit or would you prefer me to leave? She asked kindly. Hugh was somewhat confused and anxious. Ever since Tamara left, leaving him alone, he hated her with