Melissa ( book)

Chapter 17

Bonus Giovanna de Albuquerque

You know this woman who is sitting there looking, as if she were angry enough to kill anyone? Well, that's me. But what can I say about myself so that you can get to know me? I'm perfect, beautiful, a wonderful blonde, with peach skin. The slim body like a model, but I was never given the opportunity, but that's not the point. I liked math when I was in high school, my parents advised me to go to college and become a teacher.

I hated when they said I would be a teacher, that was my mother's dream. I wanted to be a model, travel the world on the best catwalks. She could also be an actress or better yet, a singer. Well, in reality, I was born to be rich. But everything went wrong and I ended up teaching at this school that pays me well, but not enough. After all, I have to take care of my body and that is expensive. Although I have some idiots who pay my bills. It's simple, I'll give you a tip: just give them a hard time; dispense a few kisses here and a few there; Make them think you're into them and voilà, bills paid. Try, they fall like ducklings.

I never needed to chase any man, until I met someone who made me crazy, or rather, crazy with desire just thinking about this man, dark, handsome, hot. His name? Eduardo Santana. What matters is that he made a point of letting me know that he doesn't want anything to do with me and that triggered my hunter side. This teacher really doesn't know who I am and what I'm capable of. I'm going to show him that I'm Giovanna, his wife.

But you don't even look at me and you don't even imagine what you're missing. I noticed his clothes are of good quality, designer, this just confirms to me that he has money. I'm going to win over this asshole and make him fall in love with me, after all, I'm an interesting woman. One thing I already know, he's not married, but I'm going to find out, since I want this pile of money for myself.

I enter the classroom in my heels, shaking my good ass and directing all my anger towards a certain redhead. Since the first day of school I haven't looked like this slut and it's a torment to have to look at her angelic face.

I try my best to ignore his presence, but, in the middle of class, when I turn to explain the damn material, I see her looking like she's on cloud nine. You're probably thinking about those kids who smell like milk.

— Miss Melissa, you should pay more attention to the blackboard — I say through gritted teeth, in an angry tone. She looks at me as if she's going to retort, but decides not to.

It would be really nice if this nasty little thing stood up to me and I actually had a reason for her to be expelled from school. After my little scolding, the stupid little redhead starts writing down the lesson. I finish teaching and head back to the teachers' room, drink my coffee with sweetener and pick up my cell phone. I take a look at social media and exchange words with some teachers, and two teachers who barely know that I give them some benefit with me so that they can pay my bills. No one can resist my charm.

I'm sitting, distributing smiles to everyone while my leg brushes against Carlos's, the history teacher, when my man enters, smelling good, gorgeous as hell. I watch him reach for his wallet and imagine he's going to get something to eat. I get up and go to him.

— Professor Eduardo, are you going to the cafeteria? — I ask, using all my charm, lowering my voice in a sensual tone.

- Yes, teacher. I'm going to buy something to eat — he says, in a serious tone.

— Does the teacher accept company? — I question, getting closer to him, smelling his perfume.

- -It is not necessary. Thanks for the invitation — he replies, barely looking me in the face and walks away.

Wow, he must be gay, there's no way he's dumping me. Nobody dismisses me. Someone calls me and I have to disguise myself, I can't run after him. I pay attention to these idiots who think they are my equal for a few more minutes, excuse myself (after all, I have to keep up appearances) and head straight to the cafeteria. I want this man, for myself. I'm going to win him over, he has to be mine by hook or by crook. he will be mine. I'm going straight to the cafeteria and asking those idiots if they've seen Professor Eduardo, my Edu.

I can't find him, all because of that girl Mariane, who keeps asking me clueless questions. Fat, unloved dog. I hate fat people, redheads, poor people... they're all useless.

Hey, there's no point in being angry. I don't care about your opinion. Getting back to the point, I have to know more about Professor Eduardo. I'm going to have to find out everything about my future husband. Especially if I have a girlfriend, I have to know which b***h I'm going to have to get out of my way.

What's left for me, for now, is to go back and teach these rubbish people. The exit bell rings and I feel relieved to get rid of this place. I return to the teachers' room and find my Edu getting ready to leave. I don't want to miss a good opportunity and I hurry to get close to him. Who knows and I ask him to give me a ride.

— And look at us here again, professor — I say, provocatively.

— It seems so, teacher. Excuse me, but I have to leave.

The son of a b***h simply responds and leaves, leaving me astonished for not being interested in me. I grab my things, close the closet door angrily and walk past the two idiots who pay my bills without even paying attention to their looks, thinking of a way to get closer to Edu. I have to make him see that I am the best woman to be by his side.

— Marta, I want you to serve me quickly, I'm hungry — I order the maid as soon as I enter the house.

I was born to be served, pampered, spoiled. When my friends ask what I do, I simply say I'm a businesswoman and that's it, the idiots believe me. Nobody cares what you are, what matters is what you show yourself to be. They don't care if you are a mere teacher or a successful businesswoman, what matters is where you check in on social media.

I'm a woman who likes to travel, eat in the best restaurants, go to the best clubs... and who doesn't? But I don't want to work anymore, I'm tired of seeing that bunch of stupid teenagers who aren't even fit to learn a more complex mathematical operation properly. To achieve my goal I have to get a rich husband as a gift, and Eduardo seems like that type.

I take off all my clothes and throw them on the living room floor to be washed, I go up to my room naked. I like to feel free at home. I go into my bathroom and fill the bathtub. Bathtub that I remember the name of the i***t who paid for it. I just had to pout and the money was in my account the next day. I sprinkle bath salts and get in, feeling the hot water embrace my body. Many people think that it is only through my efforts as a teacher that I can have all my luxuries. Innocent.

My mother was a sweet person. She and my father had been married for many years and I was, as they say, their first daughter.

They thought they would never have children and then this perfect and wonderful person, me, was born. My father was also a good person, but he was very fond of money. Correcting, he did everything for money. And he was the one who taught me from an early age that money was what mattered most in life, even if you had to go out with a pot-bellied old man to get it. My father's friends blatantly hit on me and my father turned a blind eye, encouraging my behavior. At first I was disgusted, but I soon got used to it when the money started coming in and I could go shopping. Old men always drool over young girls.

My mother never approved of what we did, but no matter how much advice she gave me, I didn't listen. Of course when they died in a car accident a few years ago, I was sad, after all, they were my parents. But the lessons my father taught me were never forgotten. And so I lead a life full of perks. The water cools, I dry off, put on my bathrobe and go down to eat something.

— Martha. Marta — I shout, calling that incompetent woman.

— No, ma'am — she replies, entering the room, out of breath.

— You can serve me, I'm here now — I order.

- Yes ma'am.

I know I was raised among poor people, but I should have been born with a silver spoon. I think I was changed in the maternity ward, that's all.

Soon Marta tells her that everything is ready. I eat slowly, enjoying the taste of the food. Finally, this mess cooked up something decent. I need to come up with a method to find out things about Eduardo and find a way for that red-haired tapir to disappear too. I can't go around asking about the school, he's new there and I doubt anyone knows any information.

— Marta, you can take it off, I'm done — I say and go up to my room, I need to take a nap. I deserve a break from working so hard and I need to be in order for the paying assholes.

A while later, I wake up and notice that my hair looks terrible, and I absolutely cannot accept that. I pick up my cell phone and dial my salvation number.

— Gold Beauty Salon, how can I help? — asks the attendant.

— I would like some time with Bela.

- Wait a moment. I have it in half an hour.

— You can make an appointment.

- Your name please?

— Giovanna de Albuquerque.

— Mrs. Albuquerque, it’s been scheduled.

I thank you and end the call. I get up and walk to the clouset, look through the clothes and opt for a designer dress, which defines my body, a generous neckline sheltering my breasts. I'm lucky enough to meet a very rich man along the way. I have to be prepared. I take my bag, cell phone, car keys and head to the salon to look more beautiful than I am.