thomas
The week flies by as usual when you have a thousand commitments. Things are looking more promising in the business and I feel like everything is going to work out. I managed to recover part of the loss that César gave me with some investments.
I even feel in a good mood for a change. It's Saturday, but I wake up at the same time as usual. I see Cecília in the other bed, her ass turned up in the old pajamas that she insists on wearing. I put on a sweatshirt set and go for a run. The cold wind almost burns my face, but I don't stop. I lose track of how many kilometers I've run and decide to turn back. It takes about two hours to go there and back. I feel my body hot and my muscles protesting overuse, but even that doesn't dampen my mood.
I'm so fucking good at what I do, that's reason enough for Saturday to be happy.
Hotel staff greet me as I walk up to the room where I'm living. Cecilia has gotten used to being here, from what I can see.
Even though she avoided me like the devil flees the cross, I'm keeping an eye on her.
I open the bedroom door and stop when I see her naked with her back to me. Hearing my movement, the girl goes to the bed and pulls the towel at once to cover herself.
— Me, you and nudity have something, crystal — I say, heading towards the minibar.
She huffs and heads to the bathroom to change. She returns minutes later with a flowy dress that makes her look much younger.
“If we were in separate rooms, this wouldn't happen. I can't even bring my friends here because I don't have privacy.
- Why not? They would love the view.
"What the..." His speech is cut off when I take off the top of my sweatshirt. - OK. I don't know why I ask.
— You behaved well, Cecilia. And I'm in a good mood. In return, you can do whatever you want today without security.
— Do you swear? he asks excitedly. But then her expression closes, like that of a girl who loses a piece of candy. — Just this weekend that Kelly went to travel. I do not have anything to do.
"Where are the rest of your friends?" I ask and she shrugs. - All good. Then today is your lucky day. Wait for me for coffee. I will be back in a moment.
The girl gives me a weird look before I disappear into the bathroom. When I leave, she pretends to be reading on her cell phone, but I can see her gaze peeking at me. The girl has gotten used to my lack of embarrassment towards nudity and I bet she's waiting for that moment.
“You're in a good mood,” she comments. - What it was? Did your sacrifice of innocent virgins work?
I let out a laugh and her shocked expression worsens.
— This is how I am when things are going well in my life, little crystal. When they obey me and do things the way I want.
“When you're in control of everything you want to say,” he mutters and goes back to typing on his cell phone.
- Basically. Let's go?
She sighs and drops the device on the bed, following me towards the hotel restaurant. When we arrive, our table is already ready in the most discreet corner there. Cecília eats very little and looks at me the whole time.
— Ask, Cecilia. I can read the doubt in your eyes.
"What do you mean today is my lucky day?" he asks, barely waiting for me to finish my sentence.
"You're going out with me today." I will give you the pleasure of my company.
She laughs out loud, drawing eyes to our table, and puts her hand over her mouth. I arch an eyebrow and hope that explains the misplaced laugh.
— I thought it was really luck, and not you being ironic — he replies, shaking his head.
“I can be fun if you want, girl. I can be everything.
— That is, you are disingenuous — he teases and I smile.
My hand itches to slap his ass as punishment for his sharp tongue.
— I only give the version of myself that each one deserves — I explain and she smiles mockingly and in disbelief. "Want to bet?"
"You, betting?"
- Yes. I'm in a good mood, I told you. - I lean back on the seat of the chair and think. “If you win and I really am as boring and boring as you seem to think, you're free to go out without me or without security every weekend. As long as it doesn't involve you being drunk.
Her eyes widen in surprise and I see the excitement come over her face.
"What if you're fun like you say?" he asks curiously.
"I have you when and how I want you."
- I…? His face flushes and I grin.
— You, Cecilia. I move closer to the table to whisper. “On all fours, with your ass in the air, with my cock inside you as you scream my name. Like this…
She opens and closes her mouth, coughs and gags, looks away and stares at me.
“I won't…I won't do…that to you.
- All good. ’ I raise my hands in the air. “No bets. No exits.
Cecilia bites her lip lightly and looks down. We finished our meal and went back to the room. She sits on the bed and I turn on my laptop to talk to the people at the office in São Paulo. I hold a quick meeting so they can let me know how things are there and I hang up.
“Okay,” Cecilia whispers and I look at her. "I accept the bet."
I smile when I see her fingers wringing in anticipation.
“But only because I really want to have two days free of you and your monsters.
“Oh, sure, just for that. So the fun starts now, crystal. On Sunday night we will know who will be the winner. She bites her lip and nods. He takes a coat from among his things and goes to the door. Before we leave, I pin her against the wood with her back to me and whisper in her ear,
“We both know that either way, you win.
She gasps and I open the door. We're bundled up and walking through the busy city.
“What do you know from here? Do you already know the sights of New York? I ask, and Cecilia shakes her head. — You've been here four years and you haven't seen the city?
— No, I was busy studying. He shrugs and puts his hands inside his coat.
“In four years? I ask again, surprised. - All good. I'll be your first then.
Her eyes widen and I want to laugh. I'm going to win this bet, because I didn't joke with Cecília when I say that each person has the version of me they deserve. Since she was a good girl and didn't cause me any major problems during the week, she will win this award. Cecília, oddly enough, helped me at dinner with investors last week. With her light, sweet and sweet way, she gained men's attention and proved to be smarter than she looks.
— Guide, Cecilia. I will be your first guide. I smile and she looks at me with narrowed eyes.
— I think this version of yours scares me more than your frown — he says, as we walk down the middle of the avenue until we reach the first stop.
I don't say anything, I just guide her towards the interior of the Empire State Building . Cecilia is fussing like a kid at an amusement park after I buy the tickets that will take us to the hundred and first floor. It is emptier because the entrance is more expensive. As soon as we step outside, the strong wind hits us. Cecilia widens her eyes and almost runs towards the view. The sun is weak and the sky is beautiful despite being a little cold. Huge buildings fill the breathtaking view, but I focus on the excited girl next to me.
“Oh my God… It's beautiful,” he whispers, stretching his body to look down. “Incredibly scary and wonderful.
Her gaze meets mine and she smiles in excitement.
"Let's see from there!" - says and runs to the most empty corner. "Have you been here many times?"
“Some,” I answer with my hands in my pockets, looking at the orange stretching across the sky.
“I could stay here for hours, just looking at the buildings.
Nod and focus on view. We stayed there for a while and Cecília took the opportunity to take pictures. She focuses the camera on my face, but I put my hand out to stop her.
— So boring of you, Thomas — he teases with a cheeky smile on the face of someone who knows he's going to get what he wants.
I take the phone out of her hand and approach her, taking a selfie. he would be. She leaves with her eyes wide with surprise.
“Okay, Crystal. Super fun. Let's go. We still have more places
to meet.
She walks around looking at the photo on her phone and looks excited. I had never seen her like this. I mean sober. He's always ready to throw a thousand knives at me with his eyes. If that makes our living together easier, that's fine with me. After all, I'm not going to give up Cecília to become my wife.
We go down the floors and I take her straight to Times Square, where the designer stores tend to keep the women entertained all day long. But not Cecilia. She drags me into a geek shop full of T-shirts, mugs and comics.
“I've always wanted to come here. I love! —she says excitedly and enters the store, looking at several things at once.
She tries on hats and almost screams whenever she finds something from a character she likes.
— This is paradise — he murmurs and completely ignores my existence as he gathers everything he can to go to the cashier.
I approach and pay for her, who starts to protest, but something makes her change her mind. His gaze goes towards the entrance and I see that a boy about his age approaches us with a small smile on his face. I look at the girl, who blushes at her approach.
“ Hey , Cecil,” he says in an American accent. “I saw you coming in here and I thought about the coincidence.
“Hi, Josh. How are you? - She takes the bags and goes to walk towards the exit. - We are leaving. It was good seeing you.
- Wait. Want to go out with the gang? We'll go to a bar later. If your dad lets you. He looks at me and holds out his hand. — Nice to meet you, I'm Josh.
Cecilia holds back a laugh, but turns serious when I glare at her.
— You're young to be Cecília's father. She speaks so highly of you and...
“I'm Thomas. ’ I grip your hand tightly. “Her fiancé. Great pleasure. Excuse me, we're in a hurry to get to the hotel. You know…
Cecilia blushes to the roots of her hair and waves an embarrassed goodbye to the boy, who doesn't have time to react. And I don't care about your reaction.
Dad is my dick.
I guide Cecília to the exit of the store and I see that she is still holding back her laughter.
— Your face was priceless — he finally says.
— Quiet, Cecília, my mood is over. Just… be quiet.
- But I did not do anything! he protests and I sigh heavily. "Can we watch a play now?"
"No," I answer categorically. “Let's go back to the hotel.
"Please Thomas!" I drove an entire week from college to the hotel, barely speaking to anyone. I don't want to be a prisoner. - No.
“Then I'll go with Josh to the bar. At least someone wants to do something with me.
I lock my jaw and pull her by the waist. I fit her body to mine and she gasps.
— I don't know who that little shit is, Cecília, but you're mine now. Just mine. I will not divide you. Understood?
She nods obediently, her eyes wide and fixed on my mouth.
When I pull away, I pinch the bridge of my nose and take two deep breaths. This needs to work, for the sake of my sanity.
— I'll be good — she says softly, with her hands clasped in front of her face. “I'll do whatever you want.
The soft, sweet voice promising this makes my cock react and I clear my throat before nodding.
"It's okay, Cecilia.
- Thanks!
Just as she was on the verge of tears, she brightens up again and goes back to looking for fun in Times Square.
Did I just get manipulated by a sweet expression? No no. Thomas de Albuquerque is not manipulated by anyone. Never .