My Daughter´s Friend Of

Chapter 8

Gabriela

I slowly wake up from such a good dream and, when I turn my head, I end up moaning in pain. In the dream, I was sleeping hugging him. The funniest thing was that I could even smell his perfume. I shake my head and go back to moaning, and I curse myself for forgetting that my head had a samba school in it.

I think I've actually been dreaming about Ricardo all night, and feeling his hands all over my body tempting me was driving me crazy. Wow, these dreams about him almost made me c*m.

Too bad this was just a dream, and I groan in frustration.

And now I was in bed, suffering for a man who didn't care about me. My body was shaking and sweaty, and when I opened my eyes I discovered that I was in my room, and I don't remember how I got there. I had some memories of being at Ricardo's club dancing with Michelle and Fábio, and it must have been him who put me to bed. I thank God I left the lights off.

Damn this drink, I'll never drink again in my life. I feel an arm around my waist, hugging me. Damn, I can't believe I brought a stranger into my house!

Michelle is going to freak out when she hears this story, and so is her father! I knew Ricardo was kind of protective of us. I'm tighter and I almost scream when I realize I'm being poked. I realize that the person hugging me has a nice erection.

I try to get out of bed, and the guy holds me back? Damn, Gabi, how could you bring a stranger here to your house, girl?!

— Why, my God, did I do such a stupid thing? — I moan and try to get out of his arms. I almost cry with anger at myself for having lost my virginity to just anyone!

Could it be Fabio? I was already praying that it was him, and not some random guy. But it would also be strange, Fabio wasn't the type to sleep in my bed.

— Let me go, damn it! — I mumble, and Fábio still doesn't let me go. But why didn't I feel panicked?

I try to move again, and take his arm off my waist. Holy s**t, for a gay man he had a hell of a lot of strength.

— Damn it, Gabriela, stop moving! — I hear a grumble and freeze. I realize that the person in bed with me was not Fábio, but Ricardo. I felt a sense of relief.

— Ricardo…! — I shout, sitting up in bed. I turn on my lamp, shielding my eyes, and look to my side. Ricardo was sitting up with his messy hair and a sleepy face. And, damn, he was there in my bed, and let's face it: he was really hot like that. I had drunk a lot and was really dreaming. But I didn't want to wake up from that dream.

— Yes, it's me! — he says, and I'm shocked to realize that it wasn't a dream, he was really there next to me, in my bed. I was still in shock trying to imagine how he got there. I hear him saying, worried: — My God, Gabriela, are you okay? Were you having a nightmare?

— No, no nightmare — I answer quickly, and he looks at me tenderly. I don't know what was happening. — Ricardo, what are you doing in my bed? — But far be it from me to complain.

— Gabriela, you went to the club with Michelle yesterday, you drank a lot and you ended up falling asleep in my arms — he says simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to have gone to his club, drunk a lot and ended up with him there in my bed. And now he was sitting right next to me, shirtless and wearing underwear, or was he naked?

— Where's Michelle? And Fabio?

— Michelle is with William, a friend of mine — I smile at the thought that my friend had been so lucky to end up with her love.

— And Fábio, is he okay?

— Look, of course!

— Even so, I need to hear your voice!

— Don't worry, I'll call the club now to find him.

I try to stay calm. Even though I knew Ricardo's nightclub was trustworthy, we couldn't have disappeared like that.

I watch Ricardo pick up his cell phone, and it doesn't take long for me to hear him asking about Fábio. I try to stay calm, but I can't. Ricardo exchanges a few more words and then falls silent.

— So, where is Fábio?

— Stay calm! — he asks, and says a few more things.

I wait for him to end the call and, as soon as he does, I can't contain my anxiety and ask:

- And there?

— Don't worry, my security guards put you in a taxi and took you home.

— Sorry, he's like a brother to us and I was worried — I say, embarrassed.

— I know that! — he smiles, and my heart races just because of that smile.

Damn, I was dying to see if he was really naked. Michelle would forgive me, but I was about to rape her father, he was so sexy.