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No | 2024-10-03 02:07 | active | 1566 | 0 | 😍Read the next chapters👉 | Chapter 1 “Sir, Madam is not feeling well," the butler of the Gannon mansion reported on the phone. The man at the end of the line spoke in a nonchalant tone. "So, take her to the hospital. I’m not a doctor." The line died immediately. The butler was so pale, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Zora relaxed her back against the sofa, feeling weak from abdominal pains. Trying to mask the pain, she asked hopefully. “What did he say?” The butler instantly put on a calm smile when he turned in her direction. “Madam, sir said he will meet us at the hospital.” Zora’s eyes lit up. Ezrah had not been home for almost three days, and she was missing him so much. This sickness seemed to be her lucky charm to get him to her side again. “Okay. Let’s go.” Zora’s heart warmed at the fact that Ezrah at least cared about his child. Both of them were caught in a scandal two years ago, so getting married was the only way to curb the situation. Ezrah’s stance was clear through it all. “When everything calms down, we are getting a divorce.” Zora hoped that by that time, she would have been able to melt his cold heart and make him fully hers, so her hopes were high. However, over time, she found him slowly drawing away from her, even when they worked together in the same company and shared the same bedroom. Two months ago, Ezrah returned and asked Zora for a divorce but chanced upon the test results. His expression was dark. “Let’s hold off on the divorce until after the child is born, but don’t expect to remain Mrs. Gannon. That title belongs to somebody else, but it’s definitely not you.” The marriage after those words had been terrible. Ezrah barely returned home, barely got intimate with her. The only reason she still bore Mrs. Gannon was because of the child in her womb. Zora thought that his reason for being away was because of work since he was the CEO of the Gannon Group, a multibillion-dollar company where Zora also worked as an assistant manager. Unknown to Ezrah, Zora had been secretly in love with him for five years, but that drunk night at her best friend Coco’s birthday party, Zora woke up in bed with Ezrah. She decided to keep it a secret and a memory she would forever cherish when the media picked up the news. Ezrah could not allow the scandal to ruin his well-kept reputation and cause him losses, so he announced that he and Zora were already dating secretly and were soon getting married. Zora, who had been madly in love with him, was excited about the news of getting married to Ezrah. Zora hoped that with time, his heart would warm up towards her, but that did not happen. Even in her state, Ezrah hardly spent the night at home. On the way to the hospital, Zora’s phone beeped, and looking at the content, her heart dropped. Ezrah was holding the delicate hand of a beautiful woman, a proud smile on his face. The caption read, ‘Mr. Ezra Gannon admits to reigniting his love for his old flame, Miss Piper Henshaw.’ Zora’s eyes were swollen with tears. As they dropped down her cheeks, she refused to believe it. Maybe it was photoshopped. There was never any news about Ezrah dating any woman before she had a baby for him. He never even warmed up to women. The man had long been secretive and kept his face from the media. Also, the butler Rudolph had said that Ezrah promised to meet them at the hospital, so the media must be spreading this false news to gain popularity. Even after everything, she still could not help the unease in her heart, instantly dialing his number. Despite him warning her to only communicate with him through the butler, Zora took the bull by the horn this time. Her call went through, but there was no answer. Her old self would have given up, but due to the unease in her heart because of the news, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. On the fourth ring, a woman answered the call. Her melodious voice made Zora feel less of a woman. “Ezrah is in the bathroom.” Zora’s hands holding the phone shook, her heart in tatters. Ezrah never allowed her to touch his phone, but this woman casually answered his call, and was he really in the bathroom? Zora felt the pain in her chest worse than that of her abdomen. “Who are you?” The words forced themselves out of her mouth. The woman responded casually, “Piper, his fiancée. And you are?” “Whatever he saved my name with,” Zora responded calmly. The pain of the news was more than she could bear. Though knowing that Ezrah never loved her, she thought they could live in peace for the sake of the baby in her womb, but Ezrah never meant to make her dreams come true. The woman at the end of the line moved the phone from her ear to have a better view of the caller ID. “Oh, Zora. If it’s urgent, I could drop a message for you when he comes out.” The nights Ezrah spent away when Zora thought he was busy at work, it was a great disappointment that he was with the woman he loved, leaving her to suffer with her unborn child. She was still in her first trimester, and due to all the morning sickness and other health issues, Zora had taken a break from working at the company to recover first. Her mind lacked clarity, and she was beginning to doubt all the responses she got from Rudolph when she asked him to get in touch with Ezrah. “Just tell him to call me.” Zora ended the call. At the hotel room, Ezrah returned from the meeting in the conference room. Since he never allowed anyone to answer their calls during meetings, he equally left his phone in the presidential suite meant for his relaxation. “What are you doing with my phone?” He asked as soon as he entered the bedroom. Before Piper spoke, he asked again, “and I made it clear that you should wait for me at the lounge. How did you have access?” The pout on Piper’s lips only made her cuter as she faked anger. “Is it wrong for me to come? We would have gotten married if Zora had not appeared.” Ezrah was a man who loved to keep his love life private. He and Piper had been in a secret long-distance relationship. The night they arranged to meet at the birthday party of one of his business partner’s sister, Piper had an emergency and could not attend as planned. That night, he mysteriously ended up in bed with Zora, an incident that should have been brushed under the carpet until the media took hold of it. Not wanting his well-maintained reputation to crack, he apologetically married Zora, promising Piper to divorce Zora secretly after two years when the news dies down. Things took a different turn when he found the test result after promising Piper that he was ending things with Zora. “I told you I was working on it. You should keep yourself hidden away from the press. We shouldn’t be seen together.” Ezrah’s voice was stern. It was business for him first, and he didn’t want Piper’s presence to ruin it for him. Piper was uneasy at the reminder. Forcing a smile, she relayed, “I could be your confidential secretary. Please Ezrah, I don’t want to be away from you anymore.” Ezrah did not give a response. His actions were always well thought out. It wasn’t easy for him to be the CEO of the legendary Gannon Group as the youngest of three sons. Any wrong move and his elder brothers would begin to fight for the position. “Did anyone call?” He was scrolling through his phone when he caught sight of Zora’s name. “Yeah. Zora. She said you should call her,” Piper responded with a smile, her fingers sliding over her exposed thighs as she lay seductively on the luxurious king-size bed. “What did you tell her?” Ezrah frowned a little. He wanted to keep Piper a secret until after the divorce. “I pretended not to know about her existence.” Piper lifted herself to a sitting position, and due to the long slit of the dress, her full thighs were exposed, but Ezrah’s attention was on the phone in his hand. “Do me a favor and don’t answer my calls again.” His voice had lost its warmth. Piper faked remorse. “I’m sorry. I thought it was urgent.” Ezrah finally held her gaze as he spoke roughly, “Nothing about Zora is ever urgent.” Chapter 2 Piper was very happy with his remark, but Zora was still Misses Gannon, the title Piper had long coveted. How she wished that night had not happened. If only that useless man had not appeared when she was about to leave for the airport to board the private jet, she would have been the one waking up in bed with Ezrah. It pained her that it had to be that woman, Zora. “Ezrah, are you sure you will divorce her?” Ezrah hated to be doubted. “You don’t believe me? I’m only with her because she’s carrying my child. As soon as he’s born, I will divorce her.” Piper smiled with satisfaction, and since she had mentally stored Zora's number after answering the call, she sent the recording to her. Remembering that the butler had called Ezrah informing him that Zora was sick, she asked after deleting the audio from her phone. “Can you go shopping with me? I didn’t bring enough clothes.” Even if Zora showed the audio to Ezrah, Piper would deny it as she had used a number Ezrah didn’t know to send it. “I have another meeting in two hours, so you have an hour and a half to finish shopping,” Ezrah said softly. Zora’s heart tightened in her chest when she played the audio. The butler who was driving the car felt helpless, equally disappointed in his boss. Zora asked from the back seat of the luxurious car she was seated in. “Did he really tell you he was coming to the hospital?” The butler’s throat went dry. He always succeeded in making up excuses for his boss, but this time, everything backfired. That audio destroyed everything. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I just didn’t want to see you sad.” Zora’s heart twitched, a bitter smile curled the corner of her lips, feeling like a fool as tears welled up in her eyes. She was nothing to Ezrah. The little surprises sent to ignite her hope were merely prepared by the butler. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recover from the pain as she felt a force hit the car from the side, causing it to swerve off the road and somersault thrice. The butler was instantly unconscious. Zora felt unbearable pain, blood sputtered from her mouth and nose, then in between her thighs. No words could describe the agony as she watched the life draining out of her with intense pain settled in her abdomen. She managed to pick up her phone, which had fallen to the side from the impact, dialing her husband’s number. Unable to lift the phone to her ear, she activated the speaker. “Zora. I’m busy.” That was what Ezrah said as soon as he answered the phone, not waiting to hear what she had to say. After all, nothing about Zora was ever urgent to him. Before she lost consciousness, she heard the laughter of a woman with the words, “Ezrah, I want these shoes.” “Try them on. If they fit, you can have them.” ‘So, shopping with a woman is what you call busy.’ That was what Zora thought before losing consciousness. Zora woke up at the hospital after hours of surgery. Her face was as pale as a ghost, her countenance pitiful. Her butler, Rudolph, sat at her hospital bed, a smile on his face. He had sustained a few injuries, but they were not serious, and he was already discharged. “Madam, you are awake. Thank God.” Zora was glad to see that Rudolph was fine. There were just bruises on his face. He quickly rushed out to call a doctor. “Mrs. Gannon, how are you feeling?” The doctor asked as he examined Zora, writing a few things on a writing pad he carried along. Zora was only concerned about one thing. “How is my baby?” Zora asked. The doctor’s eyes dulled. “I’m very sorry, but your baby couldn’t survive the impact.” Tears brimmed in the back of Zora’s eyes, but she fought them back. She lost everything. She left her father’s company to work for her husband, nurturing his business and enduring all the taunts of his arrogant family. At twenty-three, she had nothing to show for the man she had secretly loved for five good years. “It’s alright. She would have just suffered anyway.” Her heart had turned cold due to the loss of the child. “Excuse me?” The doctor was shocked. He expected her to cry like any woman in her situation would, but Zora bottled it in. She could endure all of Ezrah’s indifference towards her, but she would never forgive him for the loss of her child. That woman appeared, and Zora suddenly got involved in an accident. The case had to be investigated, but as for Ezrah, he no longer had a place in her heart. “Sorry, that was not directed at you.” There was no warmth in Zora’s apologetic voice. The doctor forced a smile, finished his examination, and left. Zora stared at the butler at the doorway. He stood there since the doctor arrived. Zora was about to tear down but couldn’t do so. She had been weak for too long, leading to the death of her child. If she had left the first time Ezrah asked her for a divorce, this would not have happened. When she discovered this baby, she decided to consent to the divorce and leave. At least, she would have his child to remind her of the relationship they once shared. Unfortunately, the test result fell from her handbag, Ezrah saw it. Even when he decided for them to wait until after she gave birth, his treatment of her was no better. “Where is Ezrah?” Zora asked. Butler Rudolph was scared. He could feel the cold in Zora’s voice, and even with the distance, he could feel the chills. “Madam, the man who hit us was drunk, and he died on the spot. The police are not able to contact his family either,” Rudolph reported, trying to avoid answering her question. He was a middle-aged man. Zora did not believe the report but kept it to herself. The moment she discovered that the man she respected so much was lying to her, her trust in him dwindled. She will find ways to investigate the matter by herself. “That isn’t my question.” “Boss left here a few minutes ago,” Rudolph answered. Zora was enraged this time. Not only Ezrah but Rudolph, the butler Ezrah assigned to her, was equally taking her for a fool. “Don’t lie to my face again.” Her voice was stern and full of contempt. Rudolph pursed his lips, his head lowered. “Boss said, and I quote. ‘It’s rather unfortunate. Let the doctors take care of her. I’m very busy at the moment.” Zora knew what he was busy with. It was the woman whose voice she heard in the audio. She thought she was strong enough to take it, but a tear fell from her eyes before she could stop it. Ashamed of showing her weak side in front of Rudolph, she discharged him. “Thank you, and please excuse me.” Rudolph was never supposed to leave Zora's side, so he was reluctant. “Ma…” “I said, excuse me, Rudolph,” Zora’s voice raised, Rudolph decided to wait in front of the door. “Okay.” As soon as he left the ward, Zora dialed a number. “Soph…” “Dad, I’m sorry. I made a mistake, and now, I lost everything.” Zora didn’t hold back her tears as she spoke to her father on the phone. He was against the marriage the moment he realized that Ezrah did not feel the same way Zora felt about him, but she was optimistic, insisting that Ezrah would change. Expecting her father to scold her an, ‘I told you so’ lecture, his voice was rather soft as he asked her. “What happened, Zora?” “I had an accident and lost the baby. I’m coming home.” The silence at the end of the line was deafening. She knew her father was saddened about the loss of his grandchild. When she was about to end the call, he suddenly said, “Oh Zora. I’m coming to get you. Just send me your location.” Zora refused. She couldn’t leave until she was legally separated from Ezrah. “No dad, I have a few things to do first.” “What is that? Let me help you with it?” Her father eagerly said, but she was in no mood to burden the middle-aged man. The loss had caused Zora to mature so fast as the reality of life hit her. No more would she depend on anyone. It was time to do something worthwhile with her life, but first of all, she will still have to face Ezrah for the last time. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing I can’t handle. “Okay. We shall prepare your welcome party. I will inform your mom.” Zora smiled and didn’t refuse her father’s kindness. Three days later, she was discharged from the hospital. As she waited for Ezrah’s return, she got the divorce papers ready. It was three days later in the dead of the night when Ezrah returned, tired-looking but his attractive features remained untouched by his fatigue. Zora had lost sleep, waiting for Ezrah during most of the days. As soon as she heard the sound of the car, she quickly rushed downstairs but paused on top of the stairs when Ezrah walked through the door of the living room. Arriving home, Ezrah no longer met the woman who always met him with a smile. She stood on top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, “Good news Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us, so let’s get a divorce.” The man who was always cold to her instantly panicked. He stood momentarily frozen. Chapter 3 Ezrah was baffled by the news. Twice, he had asked her for a divorce and saw how gloomy she turned at the subject. This was what he wanted but he couldn’t help the unease filling his heart. Was it because Zora was the one asking? Was she trying to mess up his reputation with the loss of the child? Ezrah was confused. Zora descended the stairs, walking to the dining table. Ezrah did not utter an acceptance or rejection of her request for a divorce and went up the stairs, returning after ten minutes in loungewear. Seemed he wasn’t going out or was it the shock from the news? Seeing the dinner table hosting different delicacies, excitement filled his heart as he took a seat. If she really wanted a divorce, then she wouldn’t have cooked for him. At this moment, Piper was momentarily forgotten. Ezrah avoided Zora’s gaze as this was the first time she was so cold to him. Without alerting her of his arrival, she still ensured that his supper was ready. As he uncovered one of the dishes, his eyes darkened as he glared at her. It was not the food he was expecting but rather, the cold divorce papers, with a pen beside them, waiting to be signed. “What is this?” Ezrah was furious, being famished from not having time to eat. In times past, Zora would have been worried and tried to appease him but that Zora was gone. After crying her eyes out for days, she waited to serve Ezrah these cold documents, she had no more tears to shed but her eyes were dangerously red. “Do I need to get you a pair of glasses?” Her voice was taunting, as she saw the shocked expression on his face. He must have taken her request as a joke the first time but the documents exposed the reality. “Why? Were you expecting me to cook when I had no idea when you will be home?” Ezrah’s expression was blank. She could have made the maids do it. It burned Zora that she could not read his emotions but she didn’t care anymore. “Please sign the papers. In case the prints are too tiny, I got you a magnifying glass,” she dropped the item in front of him. Ezrah was not irrational. When he asked for a divorce, he ensured that there would be nothing for the media to feed on but now that they just lost a child? What will people think? His parents liked Zora, except his two elder brothers who always saw her as a threat. The situation was complicated now. Ezrah never thought she would stand on it to ask for a divorce because of how she always claimed to love him, not caring if he was just cold to her. He needed time to think. “We shall talk about it later,” he finally said and was about to stand up when Zora played an audio from her phone. With her mind made up, she wanted the divorce here and now. The woman in front of Ezrah was different from the one he always came home to. She always wore attractive clothes with a little makeup to seduce him which sometimes worked but after his release, Ezrah would return to being cold. Today, Zora did not have on any makeup. Her hair was not even combed. All she wore was pajamas, her long dark hair looking lifeless, in contrast to Ezrah who was looking so attractive. He had the looks and physique Zora used to die for but not anymore. All she felt for him now was resentment. She suddenly matured past looks or smartness in a man. What was there in being hot and a genius in business when there is no conscience or empathy? Zora was just seeing that the man she has always been obsessed with was a selfish monster, caring only about his own image, money, and passion. Whatever blinded her eyes before was removed the moment she woke up on that hospital bed. The voice from the audio was as clear as daylight. A female and a male but the male voice was indeed that of Ezrah. Female: I’m sorry. I thought it was urgent. Male: Nothing about Zora is ever urgent. Female: Ezrah, are you sure you will divorce her? Male: You don’t believe me? I’m only with her because she’s carrying my child. As soon as he’s born, I will divorce her. Zora caught an expression of guilt on his face but there was no remorse. His voice was hard. “Where did you get that?” He demanded. Piper could not have done this, right? She had no contact with Zora. But it was just the two of them in the room. Were there secret cameras? Though confused, his expression returned to being blank. “You have to destroy that audio before I sign this paper,” he threatened her. Zora could not tell how she managed to pretend that she was fine. Up until now, he didn’t even care to apologize for sharing their private information with whatever name he calls the woman in his life. What on earth could have made her fall in love with such a man? He was different from that man from a long time ago who saved her from the pool when she was bullied by some jealous friends. Ezrah did not remember that day but that was when Zora fell in love with him. She calmly showed him another caption on her phone. ‘Mr. Ezra Gannon admits to reigniting his love for his old flame, Miss Piper Henshaw.’ This time, Ezrah paled but his eyes were dark and he picked up his phone instantly. He couldn’t find the person who took those pictures and how they went viral but had to get someone to take them down. The hacker would also be able to find out who sent that information to the press. Zora had grown thorns after listening over and over to the audio and reading that news on her phone. Ezrah had already told her the same thing so this shouldn’t hurt. “It doesn’t matter. The hindrance has already been removed and you already have a woman waiting for you. Just sign the freaking papers.” Chapter 4 Ezrah paced back and forth elegantly, his mind filled with confusion and fear after ending the call. “You want to blackmail me? How much do you want?” He was enraged and disdained that Zora would resort to such means, but he was willing to pay to prevent the audio from going viral. His parents would not hesitate to demote him despite his hard work in the company, while his lazy elder brothers would benefit without putting in the effort. “What I want, you already gave, but since the accident took it away, there is nothing you can give me.” She did not disclose her suspicions, as she had someone investigating the matter. Ezrah suddenly laughed mockingly. “Your father’s company is not as strong as you think. He has been seeking an alliance with me. You want fifty percent of my hard work.” This could be the reason Zora was pushing for the divorce. Fifty percent from the Gannon Group would elevate her family business to new heights. She felt bitter that he would think so poorly of her. Despite her feelings, she kept her composure. “No. You were the one who proposed the divorce, so were you planning to leave me with nothing?” Her question left him speechless, and she reminded him of the prenup agreement. “Did you forget that I signed a prenup before marrying you? I just refreshed your memory so you are free to sign.” Ezrah recalled that Zora had willingly proposed and prepared the prenup when they announced their marriage after the scandal. She did it all to prove to him that she wasn’t ‘interested in his wealth. He suddenly felt uneasy. This was not the scenario he had anticipated when he entered the room. Besides, he was hungry and not in the right state to make such a decision. What if Zora was being supported by one of his brothers or both? “You may have dismissed it, but it's only a matter of time before you reveal that you left with nothing.” Zora struggled to suppress the pain that came with realizing that Ezrah's delay in finalizing the divorce was not due to developing feelings for her or guilt, but rather to protect his image in front of the media and family. She felt a bitter smile form on her lips. “Trust me, nothing about our divorce will be leaked to the media.” “I don’t believe you,” Ezrah responded bluntly. Zora had worked closely with him, and despite her absence from the office in recent weeks, she was privy to confidential information. Ezrah had never seen her as a threat due to her infatuation with him, but now he feared she might make his life difficult. “As soon as the papers are signed, you won’t hear from me again. You can have a happy life with the woman you love,” Zora proposed. Ezrah was already contemplating how he could benefit from her disappearance after the divorce. It seemed like she wanted to start fresh somewhere far away. “Alright. I’m not heartless. I will still give you 50 million,” he said as he signed the document, only to find that Zora had already signed her part. After signing the divorce agreement, Ezrah’s phone rang. Seeing it was Piper, he answered it and began to climb the stairs in long strides. Piper keeps breaking the agreement. She wasn’t supposed to call him when she was home. Zora overheard him on the phone, “Are you the one who recorded our conversation at the hotel?” She couldn’t hear Piper’s response but had the conviction that it was her. Deciding it was best to spend the night on the sofa, Zora couldn't fathom sharing a room with him after their divorce. She was too exhausted to move to another room. Her sleep was restless, prompting her to wake up before Ezrah. She had already packed her bags, so she dressed and approached him. “Ezrah, it’s time to finalize our divorce in court.” Ezrah woke up and looked at her glumly. She was still in a somber mood, her eyes red despite the makeup. He sighed, “just a few minutes.” An hour later, they arrived at the divorce court. With Zora having made prior arrangements, the process was swift, and they soon had their divorce certificates. Without hesitation, they signed their respective portions. “You should keep your word and leave New York for good, or else you won’t like what I will do,” Ezrah warned solemnly. Zora had a faint smile on her face. “I have a gift waiting for you at home.” Ezrah frowned, wondering what kind of gift she arranged for him after their divorce. Zora has always been generous, buying him gifts and anything she knew he would like. He would neither accept nor refuse them. Whereas, he never used any of the gifts she bought for him. They left together, but Zora departed in a cab against his wishes to drop her at the airport. She reiterated that he would never see her again. Ezrah felt conflicted but remembered his promise to Piper. Despite his desire to head straight to the office for a meeting, curiosity got the best of him. He rescheduled the meeting and drove home to see the gift Zora had left for him. Upon arriving, he found a letter on the dining table addressed to him. ‘EZRAH.’ He couldn't recall seeing it earlier that morning, and a sense of unease crept over him as he approached and opened the letter. It was written in Zora’s handwriting, unmistakable to him. As he read the words, fear, panic, and regret flooded his heart. 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Come out and pig out this upcoming Saturday with @untamed_bb x @barbadosporkfestival Join us at the Mount Gay Rum Distillery on Mighty Grynner Highway from 12pm-8pm. | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/untamed_bb | Untamed Pepper Sauce | https://www.facebook.com/61560102935953/ | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/untamed_bb | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461438639_1885131778678897_7756973605728154595_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=D4toD1rZGlYQ7kNvgFTp2Rg&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_UPkgqhluIZmdS37i-Al3v&oh=00_AYByvWT1a59pKyKz89s6Z4ohki3iQU76RVNs8Vc8nec3bw&oe=6704278B | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Untamed Pepper Sauce | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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NYC Conversations That Caught Us Off Guard | Amusing NYC conversations that capture the true spirit of the city | LEARN_MORE | https://on-mymind.com/amusing-overheard-conversati | Green Pepper Mood | https://www.facebook.com/100078206761084/ | 241 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | on-mymind.com | DCO | https://on-mymind.com/amusing-overheard-conversations-in-nyc-that-made-us-raise-an-eyebrow-is/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461693537_428563243173152_1090880430298227091_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sQrFPcBrCe8Q7kNvgGfQhs4&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A_UPkgqhluIZmdS37i-Al3v&oh=00_AYCo1Q5Orcvi3N8zPGso_kqsxPicg6LRSTl6DHV1B7uAmA&oe=670427A7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Green Pepper Mood | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 02:52 | active | 1567 | 0 | 🔞❤️😍Qué pasa después👉Haz clic aquí para seguir leyendo👉 | —Estás empapada —gruñó Alfa Aden, arrodillado entre mis piernas. Mi loba interior me está arañando y suplicando, desesperada por su toque. Pero no puedo... Porque es el padre de mi novio. …… —Sabe, doc —susurra, mirándome fijamente el pecho—. Quería hacer esto el primer día que nos conocimos. Es un lobo salvaje, y en lugar de sentirme como la loba fuerte que soy, me siento como una cierva esperando a sentir que sus dientes se hundan en mi cuello para matarme. Desliza una mano debajo de la correa que sostiene mi vestido en el hombro. Lentamente, la envuelve alrededor de su dedo, dibujando la tela contra mi piel. Luego tira, rompiéndola. La esquina izquierda de la parte delantera de mi vestido se cae, dejando al descubierto mi sostén plateado, sin tirantes debajo. Mientras lo escucho, sé que ya no es solo el miedo lo que corre por mis venas. Algo en su rostro, el deseo que veo ahí, me hace querer más, me hace querer que él me desee más. Mi loba interior me está arañando mucho, desesperada por el toque de este hombre. Por los dioses, ¿qué me pasa? No es solo un lobo formidable; también es un rey de la mafia. Además, también es el padre de mi novio, lo que lo convierte en la última persona con la que debería acostarme... Sin embargo, al ver a este hombre peligroso mirándome con hambre en sus ojos… El calor se despliega en mi vientre, y mi entrepierna está cada vez más húmeda. Por dentro, gimo mortificada. No hay forma de que un lobo poderoso como él no pueda oler mi excitación. Me quedo quieta, dejando que me mire, queriendo que… Mis ojos se abren de par en par cuando me doy cuenta hacia dónde van mis pensamientos. ¿Qué quiero que haga? ¿Forzarme, aquí en el club de striptease donde trabaja mi hermana? ¡¿En serio así es como quiero perder mi virginidad?! …… Ya casi había perdido la esperanza de estar en celo. Para cuando la mayoría de las lobas tenían mi edad, ya se habían establecido y tenían al menos un cachorro. En cambio, yo me sentía como muerta en vida hasta que conocí a Hudson hace unos meses. Él encendió una chispa en mí, o algo mucho más que eso. Mi vida amorosa está mejorando y creo que finalmente estoy lista para dar el siguiente paso. No solo porque las cosas se... despertaron... hoy. Sino porque Hudson es perfecto: es sexi, pensativo, atento... Podemos hablar durante horas sobre los libros que amamos. Y cuando dije que no quería ir demasiado rápido, él estuvo de acuerdo con eso. Nunca ha presionado más que para besarme. Cuando le dije que aún no estaba lista para acostarme con él, lo aceptó y no trató de hacerme sentir culpable. Aquello hizo que me gustara más. Hoy... Hoy estoy lista. Y se lo voy a decir. Tomo un sorbo de mi capuchino mientras lo miro. Diosa, es guapo. Alto y musculoso, pero no demasiado voluminoso, y me encanta cómo su pelo castaño rizado cae sobre sus ojos verdes. Hudson me atrapa mirándolo mientras lee, levantando la vista y mostrándome esa sonrisa sexi y juguetona suya. Pone un recibo entre las páginas para marcar su lectura, coloca el libro a su lado en el sofá y luego mueve su cuerpo para volverse hacia mí. —¿Qué estás pensando, preciosa? Mis mejillas se sonrojan. —¿Realmente quieres saber? —Siempre —responde Hudson, colocando una mano caliente sobre mi pierna justo por encima de mi rodilla. —Creo que estoy lista. Todo el aire sale de mis pulmones mientras finalmente digo esas palabras. Los ojos de Hudson se abren y sus dedos se contraen en mi pierna. Antes de que pueda responder, una silueta se mueve detrás de él y me llama la atención. Uno de los tipos más grandes que he visto en mi vida está parado al final de una fila de libros, mirándonos fijamente con mucha intensidad. Parece… aterrador. Hay algo en él que suena en mi radar, a pesar de que estoy acostumbrada a ver criminales en prisión. Mide más de seis pies de altura, y su traje no hace nada para disfrazar lo voluminoso que es. Mis ojos se sienten atraídos por la cruel cicatriz que corre en diagonal sobre su rostro, casi partiendo su nariz en dos. Huelo el aire. Definitivamente, es también un lobo cambiante. Entonces, ¿por qué tiene una cicatriz como esa? No puedo entender qué pudo haber pasado para que quedara marcado permanentemente de esa manera. Un escalofrío me recorre. —Hudson... Hay... un tipo allí. Y nos está mirando fijamente —digo en voz baja. Hudson se gira para mirar directamente al tipo musculoso, y quiero hundirme en el suelo cuando el tipo comienza a caminar hacia nosotros. —No te preocupes por él —responde Hudson con frustración en su voz. —Hudson, está mirando a... —Está conmigo. Ese es Preston..., mi guardaespaldas. —Hudson lanza una mirada al tipo enorme, y le frunce el ceño. El chico deja de caminar hacia nosotros—. Por lo general, hace un mejor trabajo al mantenerse fuera de vista. Espera, ¿qué? ¿Necesita un guardaespaldas? Mis ojos se dirigen al elegante reloj que lleva hoy. Siempre había asumido que era una imitación, pero ahora no estoy tan segura... Las preguntas se están acumulando y mi loba interior está nerviosa. ¿Qué más esconde Hudson? ¿Y por qué nada de esto ha pasado antes en nuestras citas? Más importante aún, ¿cómo me perdí de esto? Soy una profesional capacitada. Leer a las personas y evaluarlas es literalmente mi trabajo en este momento. Si ni siquiera puedo leer a mi propio novio, ¿cómo voy a tener éxito en mi profesión? Mi estómago se retuerce. —Solo ignóralo. Mi papá se vuelve sobreprotector. —Hudson pone los ojos en blanco—. Honestamente, está tan estresado por la seguridad que le vendría bien una psiquiatra como tú para aconsejarle. Se ríe, luego me guiña el ojo juguetonamente. Puedo decir que la conversación ha terminado y no voy a sacar nada más de él. —En cualquier momento —murmuro, jugando nerviosamente con mi largo cabello rojo, preocupándome por el desajuste entre la aparente riqueza de Hudson y mi pobre estatus de estudiante de postgrado. Nunca he conocido a nadie que tenga guardaespaldas. —¿Puedo ayudarles con algo más? Hudson y yo miramos al barista sonriéndonos, un guapo chico rubio con un delantal atado a la cintura. El momento no podría ser peor. —No, gracias, Chase —le digo, dándole una gran sonrisa al mismo tiempo que Hudson sonríe y dice: —¿Podemos rellenar los dos? —Oh, en realidad... —Miro el reloj y empujo mi cabello hacia atrás de mis orejas. Si no me voy ahora, voy a llegar tarde a mi trabajo de evaluaciones psicológicas en la prisión estatal. —Ella tomará la suya para llevar —dice Hudson, levantándose de nuestro sofá. Sigue a Chase de regreso al mostrador de café para tomar nuestras bebidas. Yo empiezo a hacer las maletas para poder tomar el próximo tren cuando veo que el teléfono de Hudson vibra sobre la mesa. El número desaparece de su pantalla, y esta muestra una foto familiar. El hombre alto en la parte de atrás es ciertamente su padre, el otro tal vez un hermano mayor. Mientras miro la foto, el teléfono suena de nuevo, es el mismo número. Debe ser importante. Agarro el teléfono y pongo mi bolsa sobre mi hombro, dirigiéndome hacia el mostrador de café. Pero aquí no hay nadie. Miro a mi alrededor, confundida. Definitivamente acabo de ver a Chase y Hudson dirigirse hacia ahí... Hay un ruido en la habitación trasera, un golpe extraño y amortiguado, y luego un gemido. Doy dos pasos hacia adelante y miro alrededor de la puerta. Tal vez ambos… Oh, Dios mío. A menos de dos pies de mí, mi novio presiona a Chase contra la pared del almacén. Un puño está envuelto en la tela de la camisa de Chase, el otro en los pantalones de este. Lo está besando con pasión, con hambre. Los ojos de Chase están cerrados, sus manos tanteando el botón y la cremallera de los pantalones de Hudson, susurrando el nombre de mi novio. Mi corazón se detiene por unos segundos mientras miro la escena frente a mí. Luego, la rabia se apodera de mí, enmascarando el dolor que comienza a desplegarse en mi pecho. —¿¡Están bromeando!? —Ni siquiera estoy pensando mientras le tiro el teléfono a Hudson y a su amante. Los chicos se sobresaltan y se separan. —Brooklyn… Yo… —La cara de Hudson está llena de conmoción. Con lágrimas en los ojos, salgo corriendo de la habitación y de la cafetería. —¡Brooklyn! —Hudson corre por la calle detrás de mí—. ¡No lo entiendes! Me agarra del brazo, tirando de mí hacia él. Si alguna vez olvidé que era un lobo macho más poderoso que yo, ahora me acuerdo de su fuerza. —Realmente me gustas —dice, con los ojos llenos de lamento—. Eres increíble... Es solo que… mi familia no lo entendería, no lo aprobaría... Se frota una mano sobre la cara. —Ya sabes cómo son algunos lobos con este tipo de cosas. Cómo son algunas manadas. Esto... Chase y yo... Es complicado. —Entonces, ¿qué? ¿¡Solo quieres que sea tu novia de mentira!? —Le arranco mi brazo de su agarre—. No me interesa. —Por favor, ¡puedo hacer que esto sea bueno para los dos! ¿Cuánto quieres? ¿Un millón? ¿Tres millones? Saca su teléfono y lo veo tocar una aplicación bancaria. —No quiero tu dinero. Hudson parpadea confundido y me doy la vuelta. —Guardaré tu secreto, y no necesitas pagarme. Simplemente no quiero volver a verte. Así como así, mi posible cuento de hadas con el Príncipe Encantador había terminado. Me apresuro por la calle, mis ojos se llenan de lágrimas de enojo. Mi loba, Lena, está luchando por hacerse cargo. Quiere volver y hacer pedazos a Hudson. Sin embargo, su guardaespaldas probablemente evitaría que eso sucediera. Pero una chica puede soñar. Logro llegar al tren a tiempo, hundiéndome en el banco y cerrando los ojos. Mi cabeza retrocede para descansar contra la ventana, y tomo respiraciones profundas para volver a centrarme. Hoy no podría ir peor. No es de extrañar que todavía sea una marginada... Mis instintos están tan fuera de lugar que he estado saliendo con un hombre gay. No, no me voy a involucrar. Lena está de acuerdo. *** Dos horas después, estoy sentada frente a una mesa, en una celda de bloques de cemento, mis manos descansan sobre el papeleo frente a mí, y mi cabello está atado hacia atrás en lo que espero sea un aspecto profesional. Mi pierna tiembla de nerviosismo. Necesito cambiar, huir de este exceso de energía, de estas emociones furiosas. Pero me enderezo en mi asiento, respirando hondo. Tengo que concentrarme en mi trabajo ahora, y estoy increíblemente tensa sobre mi próxima tarea. Hasta ahora solo me han asignado delincuentes principiantes. Algunos humanos, algunos lobos, ninguno de ellos peligroso. Pero hoy tengo que hacer una evaluación de Aden Kenwood. No es solo un lobo formidable; también es un rey de la mafia. Su crueldad sin igual y los increíbles esfuerzos que hace para proteger su poder son infames en Grayling City. Como estudiante de posgrado en psicología que ejerce aquí en la prisión, generalmente me asignan todas las pruebas psicológicas fáciles. Pero la persona a cargo de las evaluaciones de los reclusos que son hombres lobo no está hoy, y todos los demás del personal son humanos. Lo último que van a hacer es poner a un humano en la habitación con un lobo cambiante tan notorio y peligroso. Y bueno… me tocó a mí. Y el incidente con Hudson no me ayuda ni un poco con los nervios. La puerta del pasillo se abre y me paro rápidamente, tirando hacia abajo del dobladillo de mi chaqueta para enderezarla. Esto es, con mucho, lo más nerviosa que he estado desde que comencé este trabajo. Los guardias se acercan con Kenwood, y me sorprende. No estoy segura de lo que esperaba exactamente, pero no era esto. No se parece en nada a lo que podría haber imaginado. Este hombre es musculoso y alto, y se mueve con una especie de gracia peligrosa. Mis ojos siguen la forma en que sus hombros se mueven debajo de la tela de su uniforme naranja de la prisión y la manera en que los guardias se estremecen un poco al quitarle las esposas plateadas de sus muñecas. Este es un poderoso lobo cambiaformas, no hay duda al respecto. Puedo ver por qué todos le temen. Su mera presencia enciende algo en mí que nunca había sentido, y tengo que apretar mis muslos para calmar la fiebre de deseo entre mis piernas. Oh diosa. ¿Es así cómo se siente el celo de una loba? Reprimo un jadeo cuando mis ojos finalmente se posan en la cara de Kenwood y lo observo; mi boca se seca. Su cabello oscuro cayendo sobre su frente, su mandíbula cuadrada, las profundas líneas de expresión grabadas en esos ojos verdes... ¡Dios mío, he visto a este hombre antes! Lo vi ese mismo día en el teléfono de mi novio. Y he visto una versión más joven de él grabada en los rasgos de la cara de Hudson. Hudson no es solo un niño rico. Es el hijo del rey de la mafia. Aden Sigo a los guardias hasta una celda de bloques de cemento al final del pasillo, notando que mi abogado está parado afuera de la puerta. Pone los ojos en blanco y señala su reloj, lo que indica que me sacará de aquí en poco tiempo. Asiento, luego concentro mi atención en la puerta. Me sorprende ver a una chica. No, una chica no. Una joven de veintitrés años, a lo sumo. Ella se pone de pie, claramente ansiosa, mordiéndose el labio y jugando con la larga cola de caballo que tiene sobre su hombro. Su boca se abre, solo un poco, mientras me mira. Demonios, mi cuerpo se tensa al verla: esas piernas largas, con las rodillas temblorosas por la ansiedad; su falda blanca corta y esa chaqueta ridícula que usa para que la gente como yo la tome en serio. Si mis muñecas no estuvieran contenidas en plata, sacaría a mis caninos en este momento, con mi lobo ansioso por probarla. Con apenas verla me doy cuenta de que es pura como la nieve recién caída, ambiciosa pero pobre, ansiosa por probarse a sí misma. Mis ojos deambulan sobre ella... ¿Cómo se vería si le arrancara esa chaqueta poco favorecedora? Me concentro de nuevo en esos labios rojos, ligeramente separados. Se me escapa el aliento al ver esos labios, al pensar en lo que podría hacer con ellos, en lo que podría hacer que me hicieran. Mi pecho retumba cuando contengo el gruñido, y mis pantalones se tensan mientras me pongo duro. —Mmm —vacila ella. Volví mi atención a sus ojos azul joya. —¿Mi nombre es Brooklyn Knox? ¿Estoy aquí para hacer su entrevista preliminar para la evaluación psicológica del estado? Apreto los dientes, negando la necesidad de sonreír lentamente ante el hecho de que sus declaraciones se presentan como preguntas. Dios, es perfecta, este angelito. La parte salvaje y liberal de mí quiere saber cómo se vería con un poco de la suciedad de este pobre condenado. Quiero hacérselo, ponerla de rodillas ante mí. Quiero poseerla de todas las maneras imaginables, y que no sea de ningún otro hombre. No me llaman monstruo por nada. —Hola, Brooklyn —digo, con la voz baja y hambrienta mientras avanzo y me siento en la silla frente a ella—. ¿Por dónde empezamos? Brooklyn Dudo mientras me siento en mi silla frente a Aden. Es un lobo salvaje, y en lugar de sentirme como la loba fuerte que soy, me siento como una cierva esperando a sentir que sus dientes se hundan en mi cuello para matarme. Su lobo brilla en sus ojos mientras me mira, casi como si pudiera saltar sobre la mesa en cualquier momento y engullirme. Las imágenes pasan por mi mente: mi falda subida alrededor de mi cintura mientras Aden Kenwood entierra su rostro entre mis muslos, literalmente engulléndome... Sacudo mis pensamientos. No, este es el rey de la mafia, el padre de Hudson, un poderoso cambiaformas y malas, malas noticias. Por eso Hudson tiene guardaespaldas, por eso tiene tanto dinero. Muevo la cabeza hacia un lado, todavía mirando a Kenwood, dándome cuenta de que esta es también la razón por la que Hudson esconde su secreto. Muchas de las poderosas manadas de lobos y familias criminales en Grayling City son notoriamente conservadoras, y la familia lo es todo. Un hijo gay nunca sería aceptado en algunas manadas, especialmente un hijo de quien se espera proporcione un heredero. No puedo imaginarme siendo Hudson... el tener que ocultar a quien amo y fingir amar a alguien más. Regreso al presente y me doy cuenta de que el hombre frente a mí está sonriendo, solo ligeramente, mirándome mientras lo veo como un ciervo asustado. La forma en que mi cuerpo responde a él, pensando en su cabeza enterrada entre mis piernas… No hay forma de que no huela lo excitada que estoy. Apreto la mandíbula, recordándome a mí misma que él es el villano. No importa lo traidores que sean mi loba y mi cuerpo en este momento. No hay forma de que sienta celo por este hombre, para nada. —Entonces. —Vuelvo a mis papeles, tragando nerviosamente. ¡Has hecho esto mil veces, Brooklyn! Me recuerdo a mí misma. ¡Podrías hacer esto dormida! —¿Puede indicar su nombre y lugar de nacimiento? —pregunto, tratando de recuperar el control de la evaluación. —Creo —dice Kenwood lentamente—, que ya estás al tanto de mi historial. Se inclina hacia atrás, estudiándome. Levanto los ojos para contemplar su audacia, es tan grosero. Pero, desafortunadamente, tiene razón. Relleno rápidamente el formulario. Todos en Grayling City conocen esta información. Lo miro y vuelvo a asombrarme por el aspecto sombrío y letal de su rostro. Aden Kenwood tiene sus facciones bien marcadas, es pura rudeza... y una parte oscura de mí quiere iniciarse con él. Aparto mi mirada de él, sintiendo que me recorre un escalofrío por toda la espalda. De alguna manera, me imagino que son los dedos de Aden... Rápidamente descarto la idea y trato de concentrarme en lo que se supone que debo hacer. Mi loba, Lena, se queja de mí, y la callo. Estoy tan fuera de lugar que en realidad tengo que mirar hacia abajo y leer las palabras que había memorizado hace mucho tiempo. —El resto de las preguntas que le haga hoy serán de naturaleza personal y psicológica —digo, dando el discurso enlatado que estoy obligada a decir a todos los reclusos—. El Estado requiere que responda a todas las preguntas de manera completa y honesta como parte de la evaluación. ¿Entiende? Aden permanece en silencio, y lo miro, una respuesta instintiva a un paciente que no responde. Me sonríe, sin parpadear. —Niña —dice, inclinándose lentamente hacia adelante para descansar los codos sobre las rodillas—, ¿qué te da derecho a preguntarme sobre mi historia y salud mental? Me siento derecha en mi silla, desconcertada por tal pregunta. —El Estado me ha contratado para administrar estos exámenes... —¿Tienes un título? —interrumpe—. ¿Algún tipo de certificado? Esto último lo dice en tono de burla. Lo miro con el ceño fruncido y me inclino para buscar en mi bolso los documentos certificados del Estado que me califican para este puesto. —Si tiene tanta curiosidad, aquí tiene —digo mientras extiendo el brazo por encima de la mesa para entregárselos. Un segundo antes de que me agarre la muñeca, me doy cuenta de mi error. Me agarra de la mano, capturándola completamente en la suya, tirando de mí hacia adelante contra la mesa, con cuidado de no dejar que la plata que ata sus muñecas toque mi piel. No duele del todo, pero, sorprendida, dejo caer el papeleo mientras jadeo mirándolo. Estoy aterrorizada cuando él acerca mi mano a su cara, y luego... Oh, mi diosa... Lentamente, con indulgencia, pasa su nariz por la piel marfil de mi muñeca. —Manzanilla, lavanda —murmuró, cerrando los ojos y absorbiendo mi olor—. Tan fresca y limpia... no contaminada por el olor de otro lobo. —Luego abre los ojos y mira mi rostro desconcertado, queriendo ver mi reacción mientras dice—: Debes ser virgen. Me tiemblan los labios. Sus ojos me devoran, saboreando el estremecimiento de mis labios, mis ojos anchos y aterrorizados. Juro que siento que su lengua se mueve sobre mi pulso, escucho un gemido bajo. —Tan inocente, tan pura... —Su agarre se aprieta, e incluso confinado por la plata que debería evitar, su lobo parpadea en sus ojos—. Dos de las cosas que me encantan destruir. Brooklyn Un guardia entra rápidamente por la puerta. —¡Quita las manos! —grita, pero Aden ya ha soltado mi muñeca, levantando las manos sobre su cabeza, perfectamente tranquilo. —Lo siento —dice, volviendo a sonreír, y con los ojos puestos en mí—. No volverá a suceder. Parpadeo sentada en mi silla. Enderezo mis hombros, incapaz de quitar mis ojos de él. —¿Está bien, señorita? —dice el guardia, inclinándose hacia adelante para mirarme. —Estoy bien. Me froto la muñeca con la otra mano. No estoy herida, solo... ¿sorprendida? ¿Excitada? ¿Confundida? Me aclaro la garganta y miro hacia abajo, hacia mis papeles. —Continuemos… Trabajo para prepararme, decidida a recuperar el control, para terminar esta entrevista. El fracaso no es una opción si quiero graduarme. Le doy a Kenwood una mirada constante, levantando la barbilla. Soy más dura de lo que él cree. Tomo mi bolígrafo de nuevo, estoy agradecida de que mis manos no tiemblen. —Por favor —le digo, centrándome de nuevo en el papel—. ¿Puede contarme sobre el crimen por el que fue encarcelado? Puedo ver que... —Tu faldita —dice, sonriendo como un lobo por el hecho de que me ha irritado tan fácilmente—, también es muy preciosa. Tienes piernas hermosas, y esa falda tiene la longitud perfecta para... —Por favor, Sr. Kenwood —repito, sorprendida de escucharlo gruñir—. Exijo su respeto durante este proceso. Tenga en cuenta que lo que reporte este día afectará al resto de su tiempo en prisión, así como sus posibilidades de ser puesto en libertad anticipadamente. Así que le sugiero que se tome este proceso en serio. La respuesta de Kenwood fue reírse de mí. —Cariño —dice, inclinándose hacia adelante de nuevo—. No podría tomarte en serio aunque lo intentara. Parpadeo aturdida, pero rápidamente se convirtió en rabia. Apreto el puño, los nudillos casi blancos por falta de sangre, e intento mantener el temperamento de Lena a raya dentro de mí. Este es el último lugar donde debería cambiar de forma. Aden me mira el puño y sonríe. —Ahora sí, Doc. Sin burlas, me gusta un poco ruda. —Sr. Kenwood —dije enojada—, si no está interesado en cooperar conmigo, preferiría no perder el tiempo. Solo le haré saber al guardia que está siendo grosero. Me pongo de pie enojada, y levanto la mano, haciéndole una señal al guardia parado justo afuera de la puerta. En un instante, el comportamiento de Aden cambia. Se ha ido el lobo relajado y juguetón que me ha estado molestando. En lugar del travieso brillo en sus ojos al descolocarme, todos sus rasgos rudos y oscuros están de vuelta. No puedo apartar la mirada, abrumada, casi hipnotizada por su mirada. Finalmente, aparto los ojos, mirando hacia el suelo, en cualquier lugar menos a él. —Miraste hacia otro lado primero —Me estudia—. ¿No te enseñaron tus padres, tu Alfa, a no mostrar debilidad?, ¿a no quitar los ojos del enemigo? En el campo de batalla, habrías muerto por mi mano, o por los dientes de mi lobo. Lástima. Enojada, levanto los ojos para mirarlo fijamente, decidida a no apartar la mirada primero. —Bien —se ríe—. Me gustan mis chicas un poco rudas. Mi cara se pone pálida y roja a la vez. Estoy enfurecida, mortificada por haber caído en su truco. ¡Lo sé mejor! Pero también, maldita sea, siento que mis pezones se ponen duros debajo de mi chaqueta. Su mirada de acero se mueve hacia mi pecho, como si lo supiera, el estruendo de un gruñido en su pecho se profundiza. Agarro mi bolígrafo de nuevo, garabateando palabras en el papel lo más rápido que puedo. Constantemente desafiante, despiadadamente sociópata, sin remordimientos: Recomendar prisión continua, sin libertad condicional. —Ya terminamos —Recojo mis papeles lo más rápido que puedo, metiéndolos arrugados en mi bolso. Él se ríe suavemente mientras me apresuro. Respiro, echo los hombros hacia atrás y luego le doy lo que espero que sea una mirada fulminante mientras me dirijo hacia la puerta. Golpeo dos veces el metal y el guardia me deja salir. No vuelvo a mirar a Kenwood mientras salgo. —Oh, Doc... —su voz resuena detrás de mí. Me arden las mejillas y aprieto los dientes mientras me giro para escuchar sus palabras de despedida. —Te veré en el exterior —dice, dándome una sonrisa oscura—. Puedes contar con eso. —No si tengo algo que decir al respecto —susurro, mi voz tiembla mientras salgo corriendo, el guardia cierra la puerta detrás de mí. Mi papeleo recomienda su encarcelamiento eterno. En lo que a mí respecta, nunca lo volveré a ver; ¡Qué alivio! Sin embargo, cuando regreso, abro mi computadora portátil y entro a un motor de búsqueda. Mis mejillas estaban rojas por lo que parecía ser la millonésima vez este día y me encuentro escribiendo "Aden Kenwood" en la barra de búsqueda. Me sorprenden los resultados. El canal de noticias que papá ve todas las noches llama a Aden Kenwood el Rey de la Mafia de los Hombres Lobo, o simplemente "el Rey Lobo" a veces, para atraer a la población humana y a los amantes de las perlas. Siempre están detallando sus actos sucios, pero los sitios que estoy buscando lo muestran parado frente a una empresa de tecnología en Silicon Valley, llamándolo el CEO de esa empresa. Otro sitio enumera las críticas positivas de sus muchos negocios, y los empleados sugieren que es un gran jefe. Otro más... Dios, ¿es ese Brad Pitt al que está estrechando la mano en esa foto? Desplazándose más abajo, hay informes y artículos sobre manadas que quieren formar y convertirlo en su Alfa. Parece que siempre se niega... Recojo mi cabello en mis manos, pasivamente empiezo a trenzarlo mientras miro los resultados, tratando de hacer coincidir lo que estoy viendo aquí con el hombre que conocí en la prisión el otro día. —¿Qué estás mirando? —mi hermana Jolie, se deja caer en el sofá y me quita la computadora portátil de las manos. —¡Oye! —me quejo, arrebatándosela de vuelta—. ¡Jolie, devuélvela! —Oooohhhh —dice, desplazándose por las fotos de Adén—. Ahora bien, este es un chico sexy que podría encender un poco de fuego dentro de mí, seguro que sí. —Ella asiente con aprecio—. ¿Quién es? —Aden Kenwood —digo, abrazando mis rodillas contra mi pecho—. Tuve que entrevistarlo en la prisión el otro día porque el cambiante que generalmente lo hace estaba afuera y yo era su única suplente. Fue... desconcertante. Jolie me mira fijamente, considerando mis palabras. —¿Te asustó? Me encogí de hombros. —Un poco. Ella entrecierra un poco los ojos, cerrando la computadora portátil. —Está bien, eso es todo. Vienes conmigo esta noche, bebé —dice, deslizándose por el sofá para darme un gran abrazo—. Lo has pasado mal con tu novio gay y el aterrador Rey de la Mafia. ¡Tienes que divertirte un poco! Me río, dejando que ella me envuelva. —¡Está bien, está bien! Caramba, iré. Poco sabía cuánto colisionarían estos aspectos separados de mi vida en solo unas pocas horas. *** La música suena en el club y, tengo que admitirlo, realmente estoy empezando a divertirme. Lena incluso se está aflojando un poco, y no está tan nerviosa como lo ha estado en los últimos días. Sin embargo, ella sigue vomitando imágenes de Kenwood en mi mente. Jolie me vistió esta noche, lo que generalmente me incomoda, pero por una vez, la dejé hacerse cargo y decidí salir de mi zona de confort y seguir adelante. Lo que ella llama un "vestido" es más una lámina de tela plateada que cae hacia el frente y luego se envuelve alrededor de mis caderas. El vestido está atado a mis hombros con una tela de araña de cuerdas plateadas. Tengo que renunciar a ese metabolismo de loba cambiante... Estoy mostrando mucha piel, pero sé que me veo bien, pasando el último par de días ahogándome en Ben & Jerry 's. También ricé mi largo cabello rojo en ondas y me sombreé la cara con el maquillaje y mis labios rojos. Mirándome en las paredes de espejo del club, me siento...bueno, me sonroja el admitirlo, pero me siento realmente sexi. Es una sensación extraña. No estaba segura de qué esperar cuando Jolie me trajo a uno de sus clubes, pero este no se parecía en nada a un club de striptease. De hecho, hasta ahora todas las mujeres que bailaban en los escenarios estaban completamente vestidas. Miro a mi alrededor desde mi lugar, en una cabina de esquina redonda, queriendo saber dónde está la acción. Jolie se sienta a mi lado, riendo. Se despide del hombre con el que había estado hablando, luego vuelve su atención hacia mí. Sus ojos están un poco vidriosos. —¿Te estás divirtiendo, bebé? —Me regala una amplia y acogedora sonrisa. No puedo evitar sonreír. —Sí —digo, riendo—. Aunque tengo curiosidad... ¿dónde está... el otro...? Jolie se pone rígida y dejo de hablar. Lena huele el miedo. Sigo la mirada de Jolie. Un hombre está parado en el área VIP, con los brazos cruzados, mirándola fijamente. Cuando miro, comienza a acercarse. Jolie se pone de pie rápidamente, extendiendo sus brazos para envolver a este gran tipo en un abrazo. Hago una pequeña mueca: parece que no se ha duchado en un tiempo. También huele un poco a eso. Es humano, definitivamente. —¡Davis! —dice, y puedo decir que su voz es falsamente alegre—. ¿Cómo estás? —Jolie —le responde, envolviendo sus manos alrededor de la parte superior de sus brazos y alejándola de él—. Tenemos que hablar. —¿Conoces a mi hermanita, Brooklyn? —Ella hace un gesto hacia mí con una gran sonrisa—. Brooklyn, este es Miguel Davis, un viejo amigo. Es el gerente del club. Los ojos de Davis se mueven sobre mí, absorbiendo la generosa porción de mi muslo expuesta por el pequeño vestido que llevo. Antes no me sentía incómoda, pero ahora trato de bajarme el vestido con el puño. Lena gruñe dentro de mí ante ese asqueroso tipo, pero tengo que mantenerla atada. No se nos permite cambiar en absoluto en los establecimientos donde van los humanos. —Mmm, hola —digo, vacilante. Él toma a Jolie por el codo. —Vamos. Vamos a hablar allá atrás. —Está bien —murmura Jolie, de repente seria. Luego se inclinó para susurrarme—. Son solo cosas del trabajo, no te preocupes; además, es lobo contra humano. Yo me encargo. Le doy una pequeña sonrisa y asiento, aunque no estoy segura de lo que su loba puede hacer por ella en este momento. Entre las leyes que tenemos que seguir y lo vidriosos que están sus ojos de... lo que sea que haya tomado... Jolie sigue a Davis hacia atrás. Se van por mucho tiempo. Ansiosamente, paso mi mano por el aro de mi sostén, sintiendo la pequeña navaja escondida allí. La única posesión que mi madre me dejó en su testamento. La metí en mi sostén esta noche, por si acaso. Sin la capacidad de usar mis garras afiladas o mi loba interior, me gusta tener la navaja conmigo. Realmente no sé cómo usarla, pero me calma saber que está ahí. Media hora más y la puerta se abre. Me duele el estómago. Ahí está Davis, pero ¿dónde está mi hermana? Los ojos de Davis se fijan en mí cuando comienza a moverse más lejos en el club. Lo veo pronunciar la palabra "mierda" y luego se acerca a mí. —Eres la hermana de Jolie, ¿verdad? —Sí. ¿Dónde está? —Se siente mal. Solo está vomitando, pero está un poco pálida en este momento —dice, haciendo un gesto hacia su propio cuello. Las alarmas suenan en mi cabeza. Los hombres lobo no se "enferman" así como así. Me paro y me vuelvo hacia la puerta del personal, con la intención de ir a buscar a mi hermana, pero él me detiene. —No, escucha —dice—. No querrá que la veas así. Ven conmigo, te llevaré a un lugar donde puedes esperarla más cómodamente. —Me tira hacia adelante. Lo sigo, confundida y preocupada mientras me arrastra rápidamente a través del club hasta una puerta negra. El interior está apenas iluminado: una habitación oscura con espejos en el techo y pequeños puntos de luz que suben del suelo. Un amplio banco de terciopelo se ubica alrededor de la habitación con pequeñas mesas de cóctel negras alineadas frente a él. Parpadeo, tratando de dejar que mis ojos se adapten, mientras Davis me acomoda en una pequeña mesa junto a la puerta. —Espera aquí un momento —dice Davis, mirando más allá de mí—. Haré que alguien te traiga un trago. Tu hermana estará bien pronto —dice y se aleja. Alguien me trae un trago y yo lo tomo a sorbos. Pero luego me doy cuenta de que está alterado con algo. Mi cabeza comienza a girar y empujo la bebida lejos de mí. A medida que mi mirada se ajusta, miro alrededor de la habitación y me doy cuenta de que no estoy sola ahí. Los cuerpos, en su mayoría en pareja, se retuercen juntos en los asientos de terciopelo negro. Algunos de ellos están bailando, pero otros... Bueno, esa chica está de rodillas. Mis ojos se abren cuando me doy cuenta de lo que está haciendo. Me pongo de pie, me sonrojo y me dirijo a la puerta. Tan pronto como la alcanzo, Davis regresó. —¡Guau, guau! —dice, levantando las manos para detenerme. Me encojo frente a él—. ¿A dónde vas, nena? —Me frota una mano en mi brazo. Instintivamente, alejo mi brazo de él. Davis sigue moviéndose hacia mí, pero cada paso que da, yo doy uno hacia atrás. Pronto, me tropiezo con una mesa detrás de mí. Él se presiona contra mí. No hay otro lugar a donde ir. —Será mejor que seas una buena chica para mí —susurra Davis, con su aliento caliente en mi rostro—. O de lo contrario tu hermana va a pagar las consecuencias. Ella me debe mucho dinero. Esta noche, vas a trabajar un poco para saldar eso. Quiero alejarlo, pero de alguna manera ahora pierdo todas mis fuerzas. Estoy muerta de miedo, un pequeño gemido escapa de mi boca. —¿Te importa? —La voz viene de atrás de Davis—. Esa a la que acosas es mi doctora. Siento que el peso de Davis se levanta de mí cuando se vuelve hacia la voz. Miro detrás de él, sorprendida. Reconozco ese tono profundo y agridulce, que me provoca una ráfaga de calor directamente a mi entrepierna. 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