My Enemy’s Daughter

AMÉLIA LEAL

Exists a fickleness in this man’s mood which only God can explain, is not possible. One hour we’re fine and the next he seems to want to rip my head off, I can’t handle it. Okay, fine, I’m not a sweetie either. Except we were fine until breakfast, laughing and talking like he wasn’t an avowed enemy of my family, and then everything changed, all of a sudden.

Heavens, he sucked my pussy last night like it was his favorite dessert and now he has this frown, worthy of who ate and didn’t like it. But in this case, he didn’t even eat, he just tasted it.

“What?” I say, throwing my arms up and facing him.

He snorts, as if my question is silly, and pisses me off even more, knocking all the patience out of my body.

“My blouse looks really good on you.” Comment, trying to divert my attention, since he offered me one of his blouses after the comment I made about mine yesterday.

” Spit out what’s bothering you, Henrico . Just speak.” I say sharply, placing both my hands on my hips.

The man looks at me but remains silent, his eyes moving down my body and straying to a spot behind me.

“Nothing.” He shrugs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black lighter next to a pack of cigarettes.

I frown, looking down at the cigarette in his left hand.

“You smoke?” I ask in disbelief.

He shrugs again, bringing one of his cigarettes to his lips and lighting it.

“Only when I want to relax.” he murmurs, blowing smoke into the air.

” Smoking is bad for your health.” I blurt out the only rational thought in my head, since the others were about how sexy he looks smoking, dragging on his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air.

He smirks, looking at me more closely.

“I know, but it’s not like we know how long we have on earth anyway.”

I arch an eyebrow, “Is this serious? Is this the argument you are going to use?” I ask and he laughs low, showing his amusement with my face of surprise and annoyance.

” Yea.”

I huff, stroking my temple to keep from starting a rant about how he’s fucking up his life by smoking and… Blah blah blah. Oh, forget it.

” Right.” I whisper, clasping my two hands in front of me and forcing a smile.

The man takes two more puffs on his cigarette, walking towards me with deliberate steps, causing my body to itch.

“Experient.” Pushes the legally marketed drug on my lips, making me frown.

“Suck like air.” she whispers in a strategically seductive voice, licking her lips as she keeps her eyes locked on my mouth.

I suck, mimicking the gesture he made seconds ago with the cigarette, spellbound by his voice.

I hold the smoke in longer than I should and it gets stuck in my mouth, down my throat and choking on it. Cough, all clumsy.

He laughs but smacks my back.

I pull his hands away, walking two steps away from him still coughing, my expression closing.

“I hate this thing. ” Vent, pointing to the cigarette with his head.

He stares at his fingers, studying the cigarette in my mouth as if it were a work of art.

“Smoking is like playing chess, you think you’re in control, you have the power, but it’s all an illusion. The game owns you. I listen carefully to his speech, sensing that there are many more words that are not being said.

“Then why do you smoke?”

He shrugs, a grim smile on his lips.

“Smoking helped me in jail, I thought it would be a good habit out here.” Nicotine keeps me on track and helps me think. he confesses, refusing to look at me. Looking fragile.

I bite my bottom lip, feeling my hands itch to touch him, hold his face close to mine and offer me as a replacement for his addiction.

Kiss me instead of the cigarette. Touch me.

But all that comes out of my mouth is, “Thanks for sharing this with me, Henrico . But, I don’t think your life out here should be compared to what you had in there. Are you free.

His gaze lifts to mine, even more black and intense than usual, and my breath catches. Feeling my legs wobble.

“Not yet, Amelia. Not yet. he declares, approaching dangerously, implying that he still feels trapped.

“You still want to hurt my family.

“I want justice, only then will I be free.”

I nod, unable to dodge the shadowy black pupils.

Justice.

The word reappears in my thoughts when he closes the space between us and puts a hand on my waist, breathing very close to my face, stealing my breath. And suddenly, everything becomes clear to me, my body’s reactions when he’s close, our involvement in such a short time. I’m liking Henrico Zattani, falling in love with his contradictory personality and the way he sees and treats me. He sees who I am, pushes me to be who I want and doesn’t charge anything in return. He wants to prove his innocence and now, looking into his eyes, I can identify that I want the same thing, I want justice for him.

“Kiss Me.” I ask, not controlling the thought that takes me.

He smirks, softening his gaze and looks to the side, tightening his grip on my waist.

“You make me want to fire all my employees. ‘ he says, leaving me confused.

“Hey!?” He roars, turning to look at me.

“You let him touch you.” He rages, looking away to the side, where there are two men of the same age as his and it finally dawns on me.

A smug little smile spreads across my face and I can’t help but chuckle, realizing he’s been jealous all this time that I’ve asked one of the men to help me mount one of the horses that just arrived.

“Not for fucking laughs!” I’m serious. “The guy grabbed her ass.” Says in the form of a roar, all serious.

I roll my eyes at his exaggeration.

“The man didn’t grab my ass, he just respectfully helped me mount the spotted one, there.” I point in the direction of the horse with small white spots on the body.

Henrico snorts.

“He took. he says, pouting and I want to laugh again, but this time in his spoiled way.

Typical only child.

” Kiss Me.” I ask again, throwing away the shame.

The man stares at me in surprise, but approval mixed with desire flickers in his irises.

“Of course, miss.” He says, but I don’t give him time to amend another line and I attack him, sliding my lips on his gently at first, but changing according to my desire.

His free hand grabs my hair from behind, drowning in the nape of my neck and pulls my strands hard, making me moan into his mouth. I do the same with her hair and we both moan.

A dry cough makes us part, embarrassment hitting me when I find Guilhermino’s face loaded with a big smile of accomplice.

“Fuck, man. You love to delay my life.” Henrico lets go, staring at his friend with a frown. I agree with him, although I prefer to remain silent so as not to draw more attention than I already have. However, it was Guilhermino’s fault that Henrico and I didn’t advance to the next base, I don’t know whether to thank or kick the man.

“You were about to swallow the girl, bro. I had to intervene. ” Speaks with a laughing voice, taking our face.

And I’m even more embarrassed, looking around and noticing the presence of many employees nearby.

Damn it.

“What you want?” Henrico asks, lassoing my waist and bringing me close to him.

Guilhermino assumes a serious posture, changing his expression to worried as he stares at us.

“I need you to see something.” he says, looking right at his friend.

Henrico squeezes my waist, tensing at the tone the man used.

” What happened?” He asks, but Guilhermino shakes his head.

“I need you to come with me and see for yourself.”

He looks away at me and sighs heavily, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Amelia, your mother called and asked you to come home. Something seems to have happened.” he says, looking fearful as he divides his gaze between me and Henrico .

The mention of her makes reality come flooding back, as if I’ve been in a fantasy this whole time, I think about opening my mouth to question how the hell my mom knows where I am, but I remember I have his car and he has GPS. Not to mention I’m focusing on the fact that he said something happened and only one thought comes to mind.

Dad found out about the betrayal.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

My chest tightens, thinking I’ve left her alone to deal with him and Aurora, because surely my stepsister won’t pass up an opportunity to humiliate Mom.

“Need to go.” I say, going back to the big house to capture the car keys.

” Wait. Henrico takes my arm.” I can go with you? he asks, sounding worried.

I shake my head, imagining the possible scenario I will encounter.

His presence will only make matters worse.

“Better not, I’ll let you know when I arrive.” I place a quick kiss on his lips and leave the two men behind. I grab the key that was on the table next to the bed I shared with him last night and head straight for the car, not seeing him on the way.

Of all I imagined, it never crossed my mind that I would find my father kneeling at my mother’s feet, weeping in dismay and begging her not to leave him.

“What is happening?” I say, closing the door behind me, staring at the unbelievable scene.