Epilogue

Mariana

There was no wedding that afternoon because Virginia went into labor earlier than expected, which led us to go from the church straight to the hospital where she was giving birth.

Ethan seemed worried that something could go wrong with us as well because while Angela was in charge of the wedding preparations, he convinced me to take a trip to Las Vegas. Only when we were there did I understand the real reason for his insistence?

He wanted to take advantage of the ease of getting married in the city.

We got married, without anyone knowing, and we arrived in São Paulo already married. The ceremony prepared by Ethan's mother was just a formality.

"We need to go on a honeymoon trip," Ethan suggested a few days after we returned from the United States.

"I thought the days we spent in Vegas served as our honeymoon."

"Not at all!" Ethan protested. "Let's go somewhere surrounded by beaches. What do you say?" he suggested, his tone filled with mischief.

"I didn't know you liked the beach that much," I joked.

We were watching a movie, and the main couple happened to be making love on a paradise beach. I could perfectly understand Ethan's sudden desire for such a place.

"I even know where we're going to travel."

That wasn't just a teasing remark. A week later, we traveled to the Northeast and visited a paradise called Maracajaú in Rio Grande do Norte, with its coral reefs. Ethan wasn't playing around.

"How did you find out about this place?" I asked as we sipped coconut water under the shade of a large veranda in a rustic-style cottage, equipped with all the comforts of a big city.

"I've been researching places for us to explore together," he explained. "And this is just the first of many paradises I have in mind for us."

I discovered that my husband was a romantic, and he went above and beyond to please me. I never imagined I could be this happy until Ethan came into my life.

Arthur

I arrived at my nightclub that night feeling somewhat discouraged, and I decided that I urgently needed some s*x as it had been weeks since I had been with any woman, and I had reached my limit.

After Ethan confessed his feelings to Mariana in front of me and others, I was certain that he was being sincere. He wouldn't have done it for any other reason. After all, it wasn't necessary, and I knew my business partner well enough to confirm the love he claimed to feel.

Therefore, I concluded that I have no chance with Mariana and that nothing will change that. It's better for me to move on, forget about Gisele, and try to rebuild my life.

Bruna might have served as a lover for a while, considering that I don't want to establish a romantic or serious relationship with anyone at the moment. But I would be crazy to get involved with a snake like her, and upon reflection, it's better that way.

A woman like Bruna is extremely dangerous and can cause significant problems for me at any moment, just as she did with Murilo and Constantino.

Despite losing Mariana to Ethan, I still tried to help them minimize the damage caused by Bruna. After all, she became aware of the situation through me, and I felt obliged to assist.

But it had been weeks since then, and the media wasn't even talking about the matter anymore. Bruna hadn't resurfaced. No one knew where she was or when she would return to her apartment. In the end, that was good because it meant she wouldn't cause any more problems for anyone.

After taking a good look around the crowded nightclub on that Friday night, I walked to my office. I was planning to carefully review my schedule and find someone to have fun with. Despite it being the ideal environment to meet someone with similar interests, I wasn't in the mood to search and engage in polite conversation. It would be better to reach out to an old acquaintance.

Just as I sat down behind my desk, someone knocked insistently on the door. "It's open!" I said irritably. I didn't want to be interrupted, but when I realized it was Bruna, I confess I felt somewhat intrigued. She's no good, but she's attractive, and I don't want to get married anyway, I thought cynically.

"What are you doing here, Bruna?" I asked in a gruff manner, making it clear that she wouldn't receive kindness or cordiality after everything she had done.

"I need your help, Arthur," she pleaded desperately. "I'm in a terrible situation, completely broke. Ethan is doing everything to corner me. I can't even find a job!"

Bruna seemed to be telling the truth. Her expression showed clear concern, and she was never a good actress anyway. It was always obvious that she wasn't a saint.

I looked at her plain outfit, jeans, and a basic t-shirt, which was completely different from what she used to wear before.

"What goes around, comes around, right?"

I wouldn't miss the opportunity to rub it in Bruna's face, and she even shrank back at my words.

"I've learned my lesson, Arthur," she protested with a despondent voice, "and I'm here to ask for your help."

"Where are your parents? Did they abandon you too?"

"He said I need to work to earn money," she confessed with irritation, "Will you help me or not?"

"And what do I get in return?" Of course, I wouldn't let that opportunity slip by.

Bruna understood the hint, and even her expression softened, sensing that I would do something to help her. She walked over to my chair, pushed it aside, and sat on my lap.

"We can relive the good times we had together," she insinuated with a sensual voice.

How easy Bruna is!

Get on your knees" I ordered, "and suck my cock.

I was already hard and Bruna didn't even hesitate and was already on her knees, opening the zipper of my pants and putting my cock in her mouth, sucking it with great impetus.

She was an expert at oral and I was almost reaching orgasm in no time, but I would let myself go, after all, the night is quite long and I would have enough time to satisfy myself in every way with Bruna's whore.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," I warned, holding her by the hair and guiding her movements, "and you're going to swallow it all.