My Daughter´s Friend Of

Chapter 14

Bonus of Michelle

One thing I can say: I am completely in love with a beautiful man who considers me a child. His name is William Sanches. Hot like any older man. It's a shame that out of all of them he was the one I wanted.

— Let's dance, Mi! — I hear Fábio calling me on the dance floor. I was already getting tired. I had drunk a lot and wanted to go home, lie down and try to forget that I was in love with William.

— Fá, I'm going back to the room, I'm a little tired.

— Go on, babe, and come back here so we can continue dancing.

— Sure thing! — I joke, knowing that I wouldn't be able to go back. But he didn't need to know, he was having a lot of fun. I go back to the living room and close the door. I decide to lie down for a while on the couch that was there in the corner.

Half an hour later…

— Gabi, stop touching me! — I beg, going back to sleep. I hear a laugh and think that I'm more than just dreaming, it was impossible for him to be here.

— My God, little girl, you really do sleep!

— Leave me alone, I want to sleep — I mumble to the voice, which I think is William's, but since I was drunk I wasn't really sure about things.

— You're going to sleep at my house!

— I'm not going to sleep at anyone's house, only my own!

I feel like I'm being picked up and I lean closer to the person who was carrying me. Then I realize that I didn't even know who it was and I say, upset:

— Let me go, damn it!

— What kind of language is that, Mrs. Michelle? — the person's voice sounded very serious.

When I lift my head, I feel a little dizzy from the movement and I comment:

— I must be dreaming! — I hear a small laugh and I don't know if it's my dream that is finally coming true, but I was in the lap of the man I was completely in love with.

— If you're dreaming, I don't know! I just know that you're going to sleep in my bed, that's for sure! — he says, very protectively. Who am I to contradict my big guy?

I end up dreaming again, and that's when my big guy calls me. I don't want to wake up from this good dream and I mumble:

— Let me sleep…

— Did you come with Gabriela?

— Yes, she must be dancing around — at the very least, my friend must have gotten along with some guy. Too bad my father didn't see her the same way she saw him.

And so, I go back to sleep in those arms that I was so loving to feel on my body.

Some time later…

I am placed on the bed and covered. I feel a movement in the bed and then a light caress on my face. William's voice tells me:

— You look so beautiful in my bed!

I slowly open my eyes and say:

— What are you doing in my room? — I ask him, seeing him lying right next to me without any clothes on. Am I really that drunk?

— Your room? Well, it can be yours too, whenever you want! — he says, and I try to sit up. Damn, my head is spinning.

— Damn, I drank too much!

— I could tell.

— What do you mean by that?

— Don't you remember?

- No!

— I saw you rubbing yourself against the men on the track!

— Hmm … — I hesitate. I think I'm really asleep. — I dance with whoever I want, after all I'm free and unhindered.

— Oh, my little girl is skittish too, good to know! But this little girl who is lying on my bed does have an owner, yes!

—So you mean I'm really in your bed? — I ask, shocked and already a little sober from the drink.

— Yes, you only noticed that now?

—What am I doing in your bed?—but of course I was loving being in it with him.

— You were dancing a lot, like a really bad slut, and I ended up bringing you here because your father was having an affair with your friend — he explains, smiling.

— Thank God! — I celebrate.

— So you knew they were together?

— They're together from tonight on! — I reply, lying against William's delicious pillow.

— And you don't see any problem with that?

— None. I want to date older men too — I tease him, and soon I feel my body being pulled into his arms.

— The only older man you'll ever date will be me!

- No!

— What do you mean, no?

— I said I'm going to date someone who wants me, not a man who doesn't know whether he likes or not, as he himself said, a “little girl”!

—Is that what you want? For me to crawl on the floor? — he says, panting. — Do you want me to beg you to let me touch you?

— No, I want you to see that the one here in your bed, as you say, is a little girl who wants to be your woman!

— Then so be it, because nothing in the world will make me want to stop what I intend to do to you!

— And what do you intend to do with me?

— This! — he says, hoarsely, and kisses me with pleasure, sealing the beginning of our love.