My Fortty So Me Thing

Chapter 19

Mauricio

My d**k was very sensitive since I met my sun. I lived every night beating one another. I even thought I would have blue balls, such was my lust for her. Every day we always stayed talking until late at night.

I always ended up going to sleep after we talked. If we didn't talk, it felt like our days, or rather nights, were incomplete.

Joana went back to work and I finally managed to make the proposal for her to accept my case. She soon accepted, but said she would just have to take the matter to the law firm so they could release her. Only then could she take on this case.

Every day has been torture. Every now and then we went out for lunch and I was burning with desire for her. Every day she wore an outfit that made her body perfect for me.

One night, as I was heading to the club, right after I talked to my sun, I was feeling alone, so I turned on the radio just to keep me company. A song started playing that at first I hadn't paid attention to, but soon I became more attentive and realized how much the song said about our relationship.

I was so interested in the song that after learning the name of the song, Perfect, and who sang it, I went to the mall and bought the singer's CD, Ed Sherran.

I returned to my route already imagining my sun and me dancing to the music. I know it sounds corny, but I'm a lively man and I don't want to be just a boyfriend, but rather the ideal man for her.

I want to show the world what it's like to have a woman in love and for women to die of envy when I'm with her. She was perfect for me.

Music addicts me and I listen to it several times. I couldn't wait to be with my wife.

I knew that I still had to deal with the "family" factor, that I would certainly still come back to her as if nothing had happened. I also knew that there were things that my sun hadn't told me yet. You could tell she still had a lot of fears.

That day she suffered the accident, I met her mother, who had nothing as a mother. The woman was a monster who didn't know how to treat her daughter the way she should be treated, with love and not irony.

I could tell that she was a petty and vain woman, and another thing that caught my attention and made me a little uncomfortable was that her mother had looked at me as if I were some kind of meat. The woman, with a straight face, had dried me off. I was a little embarrassed, wondering if it was all in my head, but remembering the whole scene well, I don't think so.

I shudder at the thought of this woman coming after my Joana to harm her. I wouldn't let anyone hurt my sun. She was the most important person in my life.

Once at the club, I focus on my bureaucratic tasks at the office. I went to the minibar and chose some grape juice to quench my thirst since I left home.

I was already drinking my second glass when David quickly entered my room.

- What there was? I ask, already imagining the answer.

— I'm glad you're here, Mauricio! — he says, nervously.

— Yes, I arrived just now. But what's going on?

— One of the partners abused the drink, grabbed one of the girls and ended up hitting her — he says and I get immediately pissed.

- She is fine? — I ask with a calmness that I wasn't feeling.

— Yes. She already went to the room with the other girls.

— Where's the worm?

— They're bringing him here! — David responds.

- Excellent! Arrange for the guest to be taken to the doctor to be evaluated and you can say that I will pay for the medical care as well as the medications.

I do not accept anyone being mistreated within my establishment.

- What do you intend to do? — David asks me.

— First, I want to know who the person is to kick you out of here. He no longer goes to Seduction — let me know. — If the sub decides to file a report, we will provide our full support.

— You are absolutely right. I need to see how she is! — agrees David.

— David, since the Club was set up, we have never had this type of problem and I don't want it to happen again! — I warn and when I was about to continue talking, the security guards arrive with the guy. You could see he was overcome with drink.

— Sir, here is the man who attacked one of the girls — says Gustavo, one of my trusted security guards, who was also the driver of the Subs that sometimes didn't sleep at the Club.

— Thank you, Gustavo! Check if he is accompanied, and if so, you can bring the person here too — I ask my security guard, looking at the guy who had messed up.

— You can rest assured, sir — he says and sits the drunk on my sofa, then leaves with the other security guards.

- Your name? I ask.

— My name is Pedro Henrique Gusmão, sir — he replies, his voice trembling due to the drink.

— Mr. Gusmão, do you know what happened here? — I ask as if he didn't know what a mistake he had made.

— I don't remember anything, sir — he says ironically.

Is it serious that this man is trying to make fun of me?

I look at him, he If you have a good appearance, then at the very least you must have a good social position, which to me doesn't mean anything.

— Now come on, Mr. Gusmão, and tell me: what made you hit the girl? — David asks in a furious tone and I'm surprised. Not because he's pissed off that one of the girls got beaten up, but because it seems like there's something more to his irritation.

- I did nothing! She was the one asking to be beaten and I gave her what she wanted.

The son of a b***h's mocking tone was clear, and as soon as he finished speaking, he started laughing like a hyena.

— Do you have any idea what you're talking about? Hitting a woman is a crime, you know?